Me and many things

Today my baby puked me in the face when I was playing with him.

The other day I pulled a tooth on one of our dogs.  It's because I don't trust the vets to give her anesthesia. I used the same technique as pulling milk teeth on children.  You wrap dental floss around it and jank. ..voila!

I found Picsart on my phone and started playing around with it. Wow. That's a fun app!

My son's first word

My son's first word is....Ghee

I wouldn't say it qualifies as a real first word,  but if you know India,  you definitely know what Ghee is.

Ghee is clarified butter used everywhere.  To a westerner it looks like melted butter,  but I know there is more to Ghee. My Hindi tutor explained the process of making Ghee to me, but I'm not going into the details.

So now that lil Baba knows Ghee, it's Ghee when happy, Ghee when upset, Ghee, Ghee, Ghee (with his parents laughing)

Buy ONE

India is the country where big pack does not exist.  You buy one battery,  one razor,  one pill at the pharmacy etc. When we go to buy baby food,  there's always just one! So we have to order a huge amount. ...like 6 cans so I don't have to run to the store every day to buy one more.

I take a medication where I usually get 200 pills a box, but here the biggest size is 7 pills a box.  So basically we vacuum entire Bangalore when I want my "big pack" that lasts for a few months.

On a more serious note,  there is a reason for this ONE system.  Money. People can't afford to buy bulk. Today God specifically told me to not only give a few rupees to a beggar. He said - Can't you afford to pay for this man's entire next meal?....so I did.

Still here, just problems with my phone

Since I do most my blogging on my phone, ie on the go so to say and since there I have problems with the most recent version of Blogger....blogging has been much less. My posts come to me when I'm out doing things because that is when I see things or think about things more in depth.

When I'm at home, I think about my baby and then sleep. Lately, I've been extremely tired, just tired. Last night, I went to bed at 9pm which is like a first.

Hopefully I'll get my Blogger app to work to I can blog like before. (This could be enough reason for me to get a new phone)

Things you do when. ..

Tired with a baby...

- Pour coffee powder in your breakfast cereal
- Wake up unable to open up glued eyelids,  then realizing you forgot to remove your contact lenses
- Come home and become totally upset because someone stole your bicycle. ..only to remember you left it at your husband's office
- You wake up and seriously don't know where you are for 10 minutes
- Go downtown with a big mango puke on your white top
- In terms of baby vommit...you stop caring basically.  A spot here and there, well who cares

Butterfly

The biggest butterfly I've seen. I think it is a night butterfly because the body is thick like a sausage.

From a heart in pain

I don't know...life...I try to be a good and responsible person. Then things happen and knock you down. You pick yourself up and keep on going,  going and going. 

How many problems and setbacks can one person handle? More than you could ever imagine is the answer.

The innocence of children and childhood is the only reflection of God on this planet. Life is a struggle for us all. Therefore I seek peace and joy in the innocent smile of my beloved son.