One of the most common complaints my mom had about me was that I don’t take breakfast seriously. Truth is, I love breakfast food and it’s my favorite. I am just extremely lazy in the morning to get my creative juices flowing. And I was definitely not a morning person. My morning ritual involved tea and sometimes, a slice of bread would tag along. Reaching to office on time was more vital than stuffing my belly. The routine didn’t change even after marriage. Arvind was no better. My mom was not happy with this pattern of ours and she was determined to bring a change. After listening to her numerous long talks week after week, I finally pushed my lazy bones. We started with a bowl of cereal or oats. After few weeks, we added bread toast along with boiled eggs. It was surely an additional effort, but it soon got built into our system. It felt nice and Mom was proud too!
I really don’t know where to start! Undoubtedly, this is the longest pause I ever took in blogging and I truly hope it’s over. I cook every single day, sometimes even twice. But in between changing the diapers and putting Avyan to sleep, I have no clue how my day starts and how it ends. I keep saying to myself, ‘it’s all about finding a method to the madness. I’ve got to make time, a little bit everyday, just for my blog’. So last week, I got my gear out and photographed food, after a long time. It was challenging. Wish I had all my props or at-least a better backdrop than our coffee table and I was not happy with the light. In spite of all that, it felt really nice to be able to make time to start once again!
Almost a year back, I shared with you one of my favorite soups and wrote about how I was sitting with brown boxes everywhere around me. We were moving. Guess what? We are in a similar situation once again – brown boxes, suitcases partly packed and the whole house in complete disorder. There are two dissimilarities from last year to this year. Firstly, I was pregnant back then and I am a mom now. Secondly, we had moved just a few miles to a different locality and this time, we will be crossing oceans.
When my mother in-law left a month back, life got a little challenging. She was here for a couple of months and I am so very grateful to her for all her time and support. She kept asking me if she should postpone her return. It would have been very easy for me to say ‘yes’ but that wouldn’t have been practical and definitely not fair. So, I convinced her and myself that I could do it. It was a little difficult initially but then slowly things started to settle down. The first time that I gave my baby a massage and a bath on my own, I gave myself pat on the back. Felt so proud! It was a confidence booster for me. These days, I can easily figure out if he is hungry, or in discomfort, sleepy or just plain bored. It’s not been a smooth ride but we are getting there, gradually.
Ever since I stepped into the world of motherhood, I have absolutely lost track of date and time. Morning, noon or night, all means the same to me. Days just come and goes by in a jiffy. Few nights back, as the pages of the calendar flipped from April to May, I suddenly realized that an important date was missed. I double-checked and yes, I definitely missed it.
My Blog Anniversary!