<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:23:04.521-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='cute moment'/><category term='bloggin'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='death'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='mommy moments'/><category term='sisterhood'/><category term='updates'/><category term='general'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='job'/><category term='cantaloupe'/><category term='Food'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Family time'/><category term='Problem'/><category term='work'/><category term='argh moments'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Schooling'/><category term='Cribs'/><category term='Junior'/><category term='whiny'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='office'/><category term='home coming'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Music'/><category term='55 er'/><category term='random'/><category term='delivery'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='BP'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='television'/><category term='Simple Moments'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Cherished moments'/><category term='India trip'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Toddler'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Time'/><category term='brainy'/><category term='film'/><category term='talks'/><category term='Learning experiences'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>My circle of life with BP, Cantaloupe and Junior and much more</title><subtitle type='html'>Mother of two darling daughters ... sometimes a teacher ... sometimes a disciplinarian ... sometimes a spoiler ... most times a friend ... growing / learning along ... daughters referred as Cantaloupe and Junior and hubby called the Better Person BP :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1485049402518882437</id><published>2012-01-30T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:18:54.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Sandwich story</title><content type='html'>Setting: Office Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Items: Soda, Bottled Water, Sandwich, Chips, Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are about 5 vegetarians and 10 non vegetarians in the group.&lt;br /&gt;- No preference of sandwich option is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the food is laid out ... some "SMART" people start holding conversation close to the food table. Once it is announced that folks should help themselves with lunch, rest folks start gathering. "SMART" people have already collected their food by now. Vegetarians find no options .... ALL the sandwiches are taken. They had ordered about 7 veggie sandwiches and 12 non veggie sandwiches. But the non vegetarians wanted the veggie ones today and just helped themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the above situation quite a few times. I think it shows lack of planning on the part of the person who ordered food. I'd have liked that the person collected the preferences of individuals (there were only 15) and ordered accordingly. Also the food could be marked with the names of folks, so everyone got to eat. But in above situations vegetarians were left hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What would you do in the above situation if you were:&lt;br /&gt;a) Vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;b) Ate meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What I did ?? Well, I was the only lucky vegetarian to get a sandwich (which was halfed). I noticed that other vegetarians had not got any ... so I offered one of my sandwich to another veggie guy. Sure, I was still hungry after eating half sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bt2NEJCznWY"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I like it or not ... but I have been humming it ever since I heard it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1485049402518882437?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1485049402518882437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1485049402518882437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1485049402518882437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1485049402518882437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/sandwich-story.html' title='Sandwich story'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6783022836970948700</id><published>2012-01-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:58:18.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Discovery India for Pre-schoolers</title><content type='html'>Junior's school is celebrating "Small World" week from tomorrow. Parents are invited to explain about their country for pre-schoolers. And I signed up for the same without much planning ... after all I grew up in India and could very well speak about my home country. Boy ... how wrong was I !! Its very tricky coming up with concepts for 3 year olds .... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far, I have come up with Indian flag ... festivals of India ... National Bird / Animal. I am unsure what else would be relevant for 3 year olds from across the globe. (there are Chinese, Taiwanese, French, American, Japanese, German kids in Junior's class) The presentation is supposed to be for 10 mins .. Ideas plsssssssssssss ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;The presentation went quite well ... thank you all for the wonderful ideas. I prepared slides for Indian flag / map, festivals, vacation spots, food, dances and taught the kids to say "Namaste". I also had a slide which showed personal pics of us as a family celebrating festivals. A true winner with the kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6783022836970948700?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6783022836970948700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6783022836970948700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6783022836970948700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6783022836970948700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/discovery-india-for-pre-schoolers.html' title='Discovery India for Pre-schoolers'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-9207206395726199502</id><published>2012-01-16T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:34:31.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Sankrathi - 2012's first festival</title><content type='html'>So we celebrated Sankrathi ... quite elaborately if I may add so myself. I surprised myself with well made "Yellu" (a mixture of peanuts, jaggary / sugar pieces, dry coconut, sesame seeds and roasted chana dal) BP and I made "Sakkare Achchu" (moulded sugar candies) as well. This process of making sakkare achchu takes quite some effort and I was glad to have BP's help. &lt;br /&gt; We had invited few guests home for Sankrathi lunch. (including &lt;a href="http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/gift-handling-tip-requested.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; person :) ) I made the following items:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage curry&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Kosambari&lt;br /&gt;Tomato Saaru&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;Pongal&lt;br /&gt;Ambode&lt;br /&gt;Badam Halwa&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests arrived around 12:45 and by then I had all the items ready ... and wanted to serve Ambode (chanadal vadas) piping hot. So I suggested that they play a board of carrom while I prepared ambode. Everyone had just warmed up playing 2 boards when lunch was ready and we all ate together. We chatted for a while and promptly got back to business ... aka playing carrom. I trust we started playing around 3:30 ... and continued playing till almost 7:00pm. My initial plan was to go and give Yellu to few friends and family with the girls around 5:00...but the guests were fully immersed in the game and I had no heart to ask them to leave. So while some left around 7:00 ..  others continued till about 8:30. So I postponed the "Yellu distribution" to monday. In all it was quite a fun Sankrathi . Oh yes... in between carrom sessions, I managed to dress up the girls in their new clothes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-9207206395726199502?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/9207206395726199502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=9207206395726199502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9207206395726199502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9207206395726199502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/sankrathi-2012s-first-festival.html' title='Sankrathi - 2012&apos;s first festival'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1409328891044618698</id><published>2012-01-13T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:48:52.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Gift handling - tip requested</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you were gifted very very generously from someone unexpected ????&lt;br /&gt;Folks ... pls respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A guest we invited for our house warming gifted us very very generously ... the types you would gift for very very close circle. The said person is not really very close. BP and I didn't know what we should do ... infact BP felt that the said person (a young bachelor) is perhaps unaware of the gifting amounts and we should call him and return the gift. I thought that would not go very well with the gifter. (is that a word??? ... gifter / giftee hahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1409328891044618698?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1409328891044618698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1409328891044618698' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1409328891044618698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1409328891044618698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/gift-handling-tip-requested.html' title='Gift handling - tip requested'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-664892111592453667</id><published>2012-01-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:49:33.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year - 2012</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was eventful .... simply loved the last 2 weeks of 2011 :) Both girls were home ... winter break at school and we had office shut down for a week. BP took off in between for few days. So spent the time home with family. It was relaxing... just lazing around, with no morning rush... no evening madness.&lt;br /&gt; Girls woke up most days before us and hopped on our bed and tried to wake us up. (though we managed to sleep) Some days they were good and just quietly read a book snuggling in our blanket ... other days they played with their doctor set. And yet some days they did what most siblings do .... "Argue" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We also managed to have lots of family game times .... I'd say atleast 3 board games a day. If Cantaloupe insisted on scrabble junior would insist on Chutes and Ladders. We also discovered some new board games... much to our delight.  Some days BP and I played the board games till late night just so it was more challenging !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Watched few movies too ... Don 2, Kannada Movie ... watched the India - Australia test match.&lt;br /&gt;BP set up the new storage area. He managed to build the base and assemble the entire storage unit by himself ... all in less than 2 days ... hats off to him. (the store guy had advised that assembling the unit might prove tricky for inexperienced folks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh ... I also had this policy of cooking 1 special item per day. Some new recipes were tried.... along with other family favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe finally got her new bed. She had been using the guest bed for sometime now .... finally the girls have settled in their room and they love it. The night we set the bed for Cantaloupe, the girls said their good nights and Junior turned to her sister and said "Akka, now we can discuss .. "  I wondered what Junior needed to discuss with her akka in the absence of parents ... but anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We also went snow tubing ... awesome experience. It was even better since we didn't have to drive for too long... just about an hour and 15 mins and the rates were reasonble too.  We also finally have a tenant for our old house, who will be moving in this month. Fingers crossed there ... this will be our first renting experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School / office routine resumed today ... looking forward to an exciting 2012 !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-664892111592453667?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/664892111592453667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=664892111592453667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/664892111592453667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/664892111592453667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year - 2012'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4843274693678502135</id><published>2011-08-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:19:20.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Both girls are in school ...</title><content type='html'>India trip was very very hectic ... sure it was fun, but we were on the move more than I would have loved. We were constantly driving around ... mostly in 2 wheelers since thats what fancied the kids more than car. I was hesitant to allow BP ride the bike initially ... but had few options since the kids wouldn't budge. We also managed 2 family union trips ... one was really a big one to pull off , comprising of BP's entire family (first circle only) There were about 24 families of which 22 managed to make it. Met lot of folks for the first time. Of course the kids came back rotten pampered.&lt;br /&gt; Although the trip was fun, I had wanted to do some things like meeting my special friends, visit my college lecturers, do nothing and relax on "MY" bed in "MY" house for atleast a couple of days, climb the Chamundi hills ... unfortunately these things didn't happen due to various reasons beyond my control. We also realised that 3 weeks of vacation was very short considering our huge family ... also felt others were influencing too much of our visits / stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .... so we came back almost 3 weeks back. The first week was pretty bad with jet lag hitting us. Kids and me were in bed by 7:30pm and we ate dinner almost a week after we were back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once routine kicked in, there were changes in store. Cantaloupe's school began. We went to school a day before school began to check the classroom list. She was little disappointed not to find her friends in her class. She had also hoped to have a certain teacher .. but that was not the case. One of the parents there commented that Cantaloupe's teacher was very strict ... and had little tolerance. Well, Cantaloupe heard that comment and was very hesitant the first few days of school. But she seems fine now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And bigger news is Junior started school ... YES... my little baby started pre school from yesterday. I barely slept sunday night ... only imagining how Junior would manage school. But she put all my tensions to rest by walking into her classroom with a big dimpled smile and settled on her chair with play dough and a cookie cutter :) She also went around telling folks at random "My mom will come to pick me up in the evening". Of course mom was there earlier than expected :) To my surprise, she had finished her lunch box as well .. including the fruit. (Idly and mango) I was truly impressed.&lt;br /&gt; My nephew also started school with Junior. The kids are just 5 months apart and have grown up together all this while ... be it grandma taking care of both of them or going to the same home day care. So we didn't want to separate the two and so enrolled them in the same school, requesting the school to place them in the same class. While they agreed to do so while accepting the application, the kids were allocated different classrooms. Our request to accommodate a transfer and have the kids in the same class fell on deaf ears. So as it stands, the little ones go to same school but different classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope this year turns out to be fun and joyous ride to all three !! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4843274693678502135?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4843274693678502135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4843274693678502135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4843274693678502135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4843274693678502135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/08/both-girls-are-in-school.html' title='Both girls are in school ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-531965491222672509</id><published>2011-07-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:37:20.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Ramble</title><content type='html'>* My new found favorite fruit: "Grape Fruit" : Whats more, its good for health too !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cantaloupe has been enjoying her Art projects ... her latest fascination: Simple cross stitch projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Junior can sing "Lambodara Lakumikara" in tune :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BP has been having working late hours ... its been going on like this for sometime now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* California summer is awesome ... simply loving the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Managed to control ourselves from eating out for 3 weeks ... quite an achievement for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After experimenting with Bournvita, Horlicks and Complan, Boost seems to the favorite in these parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Missing Arya bhavan "Milk Cakes" ... the ones I found here were ok... nothing great.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Independence day fire work was oohed and ahhed by all including Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our current family game : Scrabble :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-531965491222672509?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/531965491222672509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=531965491222672509' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/531965491222672509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/531965491222672509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-ramble.html' title='Random Ramble'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3075282030614691737</id><published>2011-06-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:23:30.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Lyrics in Kannada movies</title><content type='html'>"Akka nimmooralli nayi gu dance barutha?"**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called and asked me listen to this song on youtube. The first time I listened to the lyrics, I couldn't believe my ears ... was I really hearing it right?? Sadly I was right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of "Mellusire savi gaana" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** translation: sister, do the dogs in your town dance as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3075282030614691737?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3075282030614691737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3075282030614691737' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3075282030614691737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3075282030614691737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/06/lyrics-in-kannada-movies.html' title='Lyrics in Kannada movies'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6611150597664540119</id><published>2011-06-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:09:31.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>India trip</title><content type='html'>Things taken care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tickets booked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to take care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plan a family vacation on a date suitable for most - Herculean task I tell you ... considering ours is a biiiig family&lt;br /&gt;* Buy gifts&lt;br /&gt;* Decide on the days we are going to spend in B'lore / Mysore - tricky - considering BP's folks mostly live in B'lore an mine are in Mysore. &lt;br /&gt;* Decide on whom we would be visiting - We certainly don't want to offend anyone ... but its practically impossible to visit every family. &lt;br /&gt;* Decide on places to visit in and around B'lore / Mysore.&lt;br /&gt;* Prepare a shopping list and stick to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we hope to do:&lt;br /&gt;* Have breakfast at Vidyarthi Bhavan in B'lore and GTR in Mysore (we have our priorities right ... its always food first)&lt;br /&gt;* Visit the Planetarium in B'lore.&lt;br /&gt;* Ride a 2-wheeler after almost 7 years ... is that pushing oneself too much ???&lt;br /&gt;* "Joy" ice cream - Nuttie Delight&lt;br /&gt;* Visit my grandma's house once - my grandma recently shifted from her house where she was staying alone to her kid's houses&lt;br /&gt;* Buy a pair of anklets for self :)&lt;br /&gt;* Get an extra pair of power cable for the "Shruthi Pettige"&lt;br /&gt;* Climb up "Chamundi Betta" on foot&lt;br /&gt;* Play a match of badminton with cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and more. My parents and MIL are anxiously waiting for our arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6611150597664540119?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6611150597664540119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6611150597664540119' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6611150597664540119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6611150597664540119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/06/india-trip.html' title='India trip'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8502583448397248935</id><published>2011-06-08T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:55:29.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Is being involved in kid's routine uncool ??</title><content type='html'>This is the impression I am getting when talking to folks (mostly in office) and let me add most of these folks are dads.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When ever my colleagues asked me what my girl's latest mile stone was I'd gladly share the same with them. Being climbing up and using the slides independently at the local park or handling a monkey bar or recognizing the alphabets / numbers or learning new rhymes or showing interest in coloring ... whatever, I'd just share it as a matter of fact. Along the same lines, when asked during our last lunch out, I said, my girl now identifies flags of about 40 countries ... and that she was way ahead of her dad in the quiz to identify the flags. &lt;br /&gt;  I thought this was a neat achievement ... Junior has been showing interest in identifying flags lately and I thought as a mother I should encourage her. (she pesters me even now to look up more flags ... I am too lazy to do so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I was stunned by the reaction of my colleagues ... they thought I was a pushy mother and I was pressurizing my kids to learn things at a very young age. In fact one of them went to the extent of advising me to leave the kids alone. The other said, my daughter is about 4 now, and she barely knows her alphabets and numbers. She is having fun ... and went to give a Hi-fi to another colleague, as if to imply he was being cool. I asked him what are the things he has taught his daughter and he again insisted he was being cool by not teaching her and leaving it to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ???? Encouraging your kid's interest and being part of their routine is uncool ??? Since when??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8502583448397248935?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8502583448397248935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8502583448397248935' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8502583448397248935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8502583448397248935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-being-involved-in-kids-routine.html' title='Is being involved in kid&apos;s routine uncool ??'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2347837430165331340</id><published>2011-05-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:44:27.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>My dad likes Badminton ... my sister likes my dad</title><content type='html'>My mommy likes "Free Time"  ... *gasp* (Really??????)&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly they all love ME !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the note on Cantaloupe's class door (displayed during open house) .... where each student was asked to write about their family "Likes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for the entire world to see what mommy likes ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2347837430165331340?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2347837430165331340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2347837430165331340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2347837430165331340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2347837430165331340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dad-likes-badminton-my-sister-likes.html' title='My dad likes Badminton ... my sister likes my dad'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1845704467727962434</id><published>2011-05-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:47:11.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Vinova milk and Mandori raaga</title><content type='html'>We are driving to school with classical music playing in the background. (B Jayashree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: I want Naat raaga&lt;br /&gt;(said raaga playing in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Naata aada mele Mandori barutte&lt;br /&gt;(after Naata, Mandori raaga will come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes.. it is Mandaari :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Amma which raaga is this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Begade&lt;br /&gt;J: Ade nanna room idyalla Melgade (oh ... my room is top floor ... top floor = Melgade)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFL .. It is Begade not Melgade&lt;br /&gt;J: Are you sure? (in English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J (listening to Kande Na Govinda na song) : Oh ide... snaana time (oh this is bath time)&lt;br /&gt;Me : what? (suddenly light bulb flashes ... we say Govinda, end of bath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I want Vinova&lt;br /&gt;Me: What??&lt;br /&gt;J: New Vinova&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is that???&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe: She means Vanilla milk &lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe has split her button collection and calls out&lt;br /&gt;C: Sis,.... I need help&lt;br /&gt;J: Rescue Ranger on the way &lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1845704467727962434?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1845704467727962434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1845704467727962434' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1845704467727962434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1845704467727962434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/vinova-milk-and-mandori-raaga.html' title='Vinova milk and Mandori raaga'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6697561585564993646</id><published>2011-05-16T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:51:03.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>And I had tears of joy in my eyes ...</title><content type='html'>*  Was it the "Mother's pride" seeing her daughter confidently singing on stage ... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it beautiful lyrics of the song which goes something like "It doesn't matter what color you are .... you always have a dream" .... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it the joy of easily identifying my daughter's voice among 80+ other kids from her school during their musical performance ... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it because of the bubbling enthusiasm the younger displayed on seeing her sister on stage .... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it because parents and teachers came out and praised my daughter for her singing abilities .... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it because the way my two little girls hugged each other and celebrated the performance, even as others around them looked on ... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it the way the little one ran to her akka and the older one held her hand and led her to her class, all the way introducing her sister to all her classmates ... OR&lt;br /&gt;*  Was it the confidence with which my little one greeted the teacher, shelling out her inhibitions ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever it was .... the day Cantaloupe gave her musical performance was just magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6697561585564993646?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6697561585564993646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6697561585564993646' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6697561585564993646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6697561585564993646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-i-had-tears-of-joy-in-my-eyes.html' title='And I had tears of joy in my eyes ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7407556210147743024</id><published>2011-05-09T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:54:40.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Weekend maja</title><content type='html'>The weekend went by in a blink... but I thoroughly enjoyed it this time. And whats more, accomplished few tasks as well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Karadi rhymes has inspired me from the first time I heard it. I always encourage Cantaloupe to incorporate it in her curriculum ... like the other time, when we had to recite a poem about Food ... what better one that the Onion Sambar song on Karadi . Similarly she had to sing a silly song, and I thought "Monkeys" song was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt; So, now there is an International Night coming up at school, and I wanted Cantaloupe to participate in it. Gathered few kids who wanted to participate and we parents were discussing on the performance that the kids should put up. Someone suggested, bollywood dance ... I cringed. Folk dance said another parent... and I pointed out we had exactly 10 days to prepare and getting 6-7yr olds to perform for an entire folk dance would be difficult. I suggested a dance drama .... ofcourse one where I could use ample Karadi music :) I wrote the script for the act (a panchatantra story).... narrowed Karadi songs. The kids had their first practice on saturday ... and they looked cute putting up the act.&lt;br /&gt; I think it is completely age appropriate. Last year, they had sung Vande Maataram and I heard a lot of parents come up to me appreciating the choice. Pls wish me luck ... I have much recording  / audio mixing / editing to do ....  pls wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mother's day went off quite nice .... woke up to both girls wishing me "Happy mother's day". BP had masala tea ready (he prepares tea every morning) ... and had a long leisure shower. (now thats luxury, in case you didn't know). BP had breakfast ready. (toast in case you cared to know) ... and even vacuumed the house. Then he headed out for his badminton game ... while the girls and I played for sometime, before we had our afternoon siesta. Woke up and went to the mall since BP had to pick up his contact lens ... and went straight to Cold stone. (of course I had Coffee lover's special) Dinner was at my sister's place ... well laid out Karnataka style food. (Bisibelebhath, Majjige Huli, Saaru, Kosambari, Jamoon, Mosaranna). My girls and my nephew wished "Happy Mother's Day" atleast once every 2 mins .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7407556210147743024?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7407556210147743024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7407556210147743024' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7407556210147743024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7407556210147743024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-maja.html' title='Weekend maja'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-609496677700037796</id><published>2011-04-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:36:10.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Spring time - 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello people ... lazy me wrote several posts (of course in my head) but never posted them in the WWW space.&lt;br /&gt; No particular reasons ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe's school reopened after Spring break. She had a week off and thoroughly enjoyed the same. Friday she said was particularly her favourite ... of course it was. Mommy took off from work and treated her to her favourite ice cream before driving to the library. Here again she selected her books (Rainbow magic series) and then we headed to Barnes and Nobles. Cantaloupe had won a gift card at the Science fair * conducted in her school. We spent a good hour and half here and all we did was check out various books (of course the Rainbow magic series). She picked the latest copy of the Rainbow fairies series for herself and an Earth day book for her sis. (she offered to buy her sister a book from the money "SHE" had earned at the science fair ... commendable na?? Both girls came out extremely happy out of the book store. ( a pat on my back : i never once influenced her decision on the book she wanted to buy, very unusual of me. I am the one who will research atleast a week in advance the day and time I will head out to buy the particular book in mind) &lt;br /&gt; Once home, she headed to her favourite activity on friday evening : Gymnastics. On the way back, we ordered a spicy veggie pizza much to her excitement. &lt;br /&gt; It was an enjoyable day spent with the girls ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Science Fair: Conducted Apr 2011 : Topic: Magnets&lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe learnt a lot about magnets as part of this ... the topic was chosen after much thought and seeing her love/ curiosity about fridge magnets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-609496677700037796?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/609496677700037796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=609496677700037796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/609496677700037796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/609496677700037796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-time-2011.html' title='Spring time - 2011'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5035384894519268614</id><published>2011-02-04T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:29:59.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Hungama Hungama</title><content type='html'>For what ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Yellow" oranges to be given to her highness and not the regular "Orange" oranges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Cantaloupe later explained to us stumped parents, that her sister meant lemons :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5035384894519268614?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5035384894519268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5035384894519268614' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5035384894519268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5035384894519268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/02/hungama-hungama.html' title='Hungama Hungama'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6516342728466901034</id><published>2011-02-01T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:13:36.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Yet another surprise ...</title><content type='html'>Junior enjoys reading with me ... I often read to her ... I have prepared my own slides of fruits, flowers , colors, alphabets , shapes  and the like and she loves to sit with me and read. She identifies 10 countries by their flag ... and thats enough for me to think I have a genius of a child .. anyways I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday Cantaloupe and I were working on a fuse beads project for a prop she was going to use at school, and BP was loading the dishwasher and Junior was sitting her favorite Dora coloring book and a lone crayon. (we were too lazy... sorry busy to get her the crayon box and she just picked one random crayon you can so easily find in every room of our house)&lt;br /&gt; And all of a sudden Junior announces "Appa I wrote A ... Amma .. akka I have wrote A". Stumped by what we heard, we rush to see what she has written and it is indeed A ... the cutest A very possible :) (whatever that means). BP thinks its mere coincidence that what she was scribbling resembled letter A and asks her to write it again ... and she goes "One line ... Two line ... Three Line ... there A"&lt;br /&gt;  I simple couldn't believe what I saw. What followed was a long video recording / photo session followed by a crayon box reward :) She has been busy since last night just coloring ... while akka was proud of her sister initially, once the crayon set was given out to Junior, it wasn't pretty anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6516342728466901034?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6516342728466901034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6516342728466901034' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6516342728466901034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6516342728466901034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-another-surprise.html' title='Yet another surprise ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5984542385893810708</id><published>2011-01-24T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:45:08.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Sisterly love</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe busy playing by herself when she is interrupted by Junior. (Junior thinks being part of Cantaloupe's game is her right and the right way to be part of akka's game is to take away all the toys akka has neatly arranged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing all her toys / books arranged, Cantaloupe yells at Junior "Go away ... I don't want to play with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior comes running back to me with tears in her eyes ... "Amma akka said go away ... I want to play with akka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to akka and request her to include Junior in her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next moment " Go away" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But akka, I love you ... I want to play with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough to melt my darling older daughter's heart and the next moment, both are hugging each other and falling over all the toys and collectively making a mess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: We rarely talk to Junior in English ... its a different story with akka though. The entire conversation above happened in English and I was pleasantly surprised at how Junior is forming sentences in English already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5984542385893810708?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5984542385893810708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5984542385893810708' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5984542385893810708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5984542385893810708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/01/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly love'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2429899663969071293</id><published>2011-01-19T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:44:16.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>What is keeping me busy these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rexgames.com/"&gt;Tangoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought it as a gift for my daughter ... but who is using it the most? I'd say its a stiff competition between me and BP.&lt;br /&gt;But someone is not complaining .... she is only to happy to create her own shapes and not bother to solve the shapes suggested on  the puzzle cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2429899663969071293?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2429899663969071293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2429899663969071293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2429899663969071293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2429899663969071293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-keeping-me-busy-these-days.html' title='What is keeping me busy these days'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5969315562304071435</id><published>2010-12-22T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:07:46.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Every time ..</title><content type='html'>my parents leave to India, it breaks my heart. Parents left yesterday ... after the flight delay drama, they left after lunch.&lt;br /&gt; Had been so used to them staying with us for the past few months ... had no worries if I got held up at work... things seem to be magically taken care at home. (be it food, kids)&lt;br /&gt; Thank you Daddy and amma for everything you have been doing for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5969315562304071435?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5969315562304071435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5969315562304071435' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5969315562304071435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5969315562304071435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-time.html' title='Every time ..'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1559584651289087651</id><published>2010-11-29T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:06:33.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>After 9 days break at work ..</title><content type='html'>woke up today not in the best moods ... you know monday blues....&lt;br /&gt;But Cantaloupe surprised me, by learning the family poem she was supposed to recite at school. (she had been postponing to learn the said poem for the past week ... all it took her was "focussed" 10 mins and she was ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of you my baby !! You couldn't have pulled my spirits any better !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1559584651289087651?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1559584651289087651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1559584651289087651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1559584651289087651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1559584651289087651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-9-days-break-at-work.html' title='After 9 days break at work ..'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-167271022358999659</id><published>2010-11-09T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:45:13.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Field trip with Cantaloupe</title><content type='html'>I had volunteered for the field trip last week. The kids were first taken a Monarch butterfly garden and then they got to enjoy in the adjacent beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a guided tour of the butterfly garden for about 90 mins, the tour guide asked, "Kids, how do you feel after seeing so many butterflies?"&lt;br /&gt;Kid 1: Hungry &lt;br /&gt;Kid 2: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Kid 3: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Kid 4: Happy (a smile on the guide's face)&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe : Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh ???&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe: Because I want to be a butterfly ... I can fly around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-167271022358999659?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/167271022358999659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=167271022358999659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/167271022358999659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/167271022358999659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/11/field-trip-with-cantaloupe.html' title='Field trip with Cantaloupe'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4220767001422691319</id><published>2010-11-03T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:52:59.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>This and that ...</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have read Zen Shorts ... Cantaloupe and I, both are relating every day events to the story.&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing the book she picked in the school library ... Zen Ties  !!!!&lt;br /&gt; Stillwater, you have found two loyalists here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, nephew turned two ! The little fellow whom I nick named for his long head at birth is already two and plays pranks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior hums ... sings to herself these days. And the sequence is set .. Polly put the kettle, Little Jack Horner, .... and finally I love you, you love me. (she is Not a Barney fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe started badminton classes ... for now extremely pleased with the patient coach. I know my girl likes playing badminton ... but easily gives up. She wants the easy way out ... tries couple of times and thinks she will master the sport in a week. I think these classes are a good beginning for her to learn patience and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating about Abacus classes .... talked to her teacher at school. The teacher thinks its a good idea to enroll ... I am hesitant, more so because it is 2 hrs class at a stretch. I do know some of my cousins who have benefitted from these classes. (in India)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes ... Junior thinks she is a Chess champion !! And what does she do with chess pawns ... identifies all the pawns correctly, places the chess board in the right direction and neatly arranges all the pawns. (I am still confused on this part ... should the black square be to my right or left .. and the Queen ... where does she sit ???)  Once she has accomplished this task of arranging all 32 pawns, she promptly packs them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4220767001422691319?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4220767001422691319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4220767001422691319' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4220767001422691319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4220767001422691319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-and-that.html' title='This and that ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2900945231969579153</id><published>2010-10-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:59:40.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainy'/><title type='text'>Problem solving any one??</title><content type='html'>A camel needs to travel 3000 kms and transfer 3000 bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Any given time, the maximum bananas the camel can carry is 1000&lt;br /&gt;The camel needs to eat 1 banana for every km that it travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the max bananas that the camel can transfer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2900945231969579153?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2900945231969579153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2900945231969579153' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2900945231969579153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2900945231969579153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/10/problem-solving-any-one.html' title='Problem solving any one??'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4573209558650633455</id><published>2010-09-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:05:05.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute moment'/><title type='text'>Awww moment</title><content type='html'>I parked my car and was walking into my office this morning when I saw ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague opening the car door / office door for his pregnant wife while carrying her bag and his and holding her hand and helping her climb up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt; He promptly kept her bag on her desk and offered her a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought a smile on my face ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4573209558650633455?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4573209558650633455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4573209558650633455' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4573209558650633455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4573209558650633455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/09/awww-moment.html' title='Awww moment'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2864644357793078266</id><published>2010-08-31T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:59:42.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Proud Mama</title><content type='html'>Last evening I read, "Papa, Please get the moon for me" to Junior. As I was about to close the book, Junior pointed to the last page of the book and said "Edu, Sloth book nalli ide" ( * This is present in Sloth book") and what was she referring to .... well to Eric Carle's signature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Eric is the author of Slowly Slowly Slowly said the sloth, her current favourite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proud Mama can't stop grinning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2864644357793078266?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2864644357793078266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2864644357793078266' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2864644357793078266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2864644357793078266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/08/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4119442816780904017</id><published>2010-08-23T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:39:06.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>A very close encounter with nature ... and more</title><content type='html'>Past few weekends have been packed .... what with us exploring new territories, it has been exciting and tiring at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two weeks back, after lot of discussions, disagreements / agreements we decided to go hiking. Now, this IS a brave decision considering we have 2 toddlers in the family to be entertained and not to forget the just turned 6 year old  baby. (oh .. by the way, she has given me strict orders to not address her a "baby". Baby should be replaced by "Sweetie", "Putta" whatever ... but no more baby) Anyways, the place chosen was Uvas Canyon.... about an hour's drive from our house. We decided to pack lunch and had lovely visions of eating out in the open, beside a creek, enjoying the quietness of the place and soaking the lovely views.&lt;br /&gt; We decided to start early .. around 10:00am (what ??? that is not early ??? well ... summer break, saturday morning ... waking up at a decent hour after a late night movie is hard ... and not to forget the hubby's P1 bug that needs attention first thing in the morning) Surprisingly, we got ready of time and drove to the place. The roads leading to the hiking trails were narrow and we finally reached the place and collected the map ... set the toddlers on their strollers and put on sun screen lotion, hats and set out to hike as true professionals. The place was indeed beautiful and quiet .... not many cars were parked. (only 1 more apart from 2 of ours). BP and my dad pushed the strollers ... the path was steep and rough. It was indeed hard to push the strollers (which contained water bottles, food, snacks, juice, swim wear, towels and extra set of clothes) We had hiked a little when, Junior decided to try hiking instead of being tied to the stroller. So I walked along with her short distance while BP and my dad followed us closely behind. My mom and Cantaloupe were walking along with me ... while my sister and BIL were slightly behind us. All of a sudden, Junior decided enough hiking and started back towards her dad (about 20 steps behind) and stopped in between, expecting me come get her. It was indeed steep for a 2 year old to balance and I was right behind her. Just then Cantaloupe came up to me and said as a matter of fact "Amma ... Junior pakka Haavu ide" (Amma, there is a snake beside Junior. Cantaloupe continued hiking after having stated the obvious ... but hearing out those words scared the hell out of me. I looked closely and saw a snake about 2 in of distance from Junior's feet ... just one more step and she would land on the snake. I screamed "Snake" and BP who had caught up with us immediately picked Junior up in a flash second. Had I not mentioned, he might have stepped on the snake too. It was very much alive ... it had perhaps eaten few mins before and had a bulged tummy. &lt;br /&gt; The hike was never the same for me.... I was imagining all sorts of reptiles and could not enjoy much of the hike. We got down in one of the water falls and the kids did have some fun ... but I couldn't think beyond the snake. We spotted the same snake on our hike back too (it had moved further away) and warned fellow hikers about it.&lt;br /&gt;  There were picnic tables set up and we had lunch .. hiked some more and decided to drive back. On our way back, we also visited Mount Madonna ... a quiet place with a small temple and lovely views. Got back home in the evening and awesome chai (courtesy BP) and went out for dinner. I hugged and kissed my girls for No particular reason for the next 3 days .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we went to the Circus show in town. We didn't buy the tickets online (thanks UTBT for the tip) and bought them in person. This was my first experience of a circus show ... as was it for the girls and BP. Cantaloupe enjoyed the show for the most part ... but was put off when I refused to buy her Lemonade. (that was about 15 -20 mins before the end of show). So after the show, when my dad asked if she enjoyed the show, she said "Sort of OK" ... to which my dad asked her "Why so?", who had obviously heard her claps and cheers the entire time of the show. She answered "Because mommy did not buy me Lemonade" :)&lt;br /&gt; Junior and my little nephew watched the initial minutes of the show startled by the color and music ... but later, almost the entire time was spent munching on raisins, bread, pop corn, cotton candy, cookies, chips and the likes.&lt;br /&gt; I wouldn't say the show is must see ... but for first timers it was certainly worth the money we spent and an enjoyable experience overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4119442816780904017?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4119442816780904017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4119442816780904017' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4119442816780904017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4119442816780904017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-close-encounter-with-nature-and.html' title='A very close encounter with nature ... and more'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6686471847367321368</id><published>2010-08-16T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:05:17.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Current Books my 2 years old loves</title><content type='html'>Slowly Slowly Said the Sloth  - By Eric Carle (Thanks &lt;a href="http://utbtkids.com/2010/07/26/guessthebooks/"&gt;UTBT&lt;/a&gt; !!!)&lt;br /&gt;Way Up in The Arctic - By Jennifer Ward (finding the hidden numbers was instant hit with both the girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We read both these books atleast 3 times a day .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some positives:&lt;br /&gt;* My baby is aware of new animals (ok ... not just my baby ... me too ... honest confession: I was not aware of Tapir, Peccary, Coati )&lt;br /&gt;* She knows about animals in the Arctic (and I learnt about Lemming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have read other books ... but the above 2 require special mention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6686471847367321368?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6686471847367321368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6686471847367321368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6686471847367321368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6686471847367321368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/08/current-books-my-2-year-old-loves.html' title='Current Books my 2 years old loves'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8419956244273044937</id><published>2010-08-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:30:05.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Cute moments</title><content type='html'>Junior waves Hi to our neighbor's 4 years old son (who blushes) and says: Hey Camel !!&lt;br /&gt;(*the little boy's name is Cayden*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Junior genuinely thought his name was Camel and NO, we have never made fun of his name in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom explains to Cantaloupe that "Chowla*" will be held in Dec this year. (being planned for my nephew)&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe (*curiously*) : I do not want to attend this event&lt;br /&gt;My mom(*surprised*): Why??&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe: I don't want my hair chopped ... you said in Chowla they cut hair cut, I don't want a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;My mom: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: *  an event where the boy's hair is cut for the first time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8419956244273044937?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8419956244273044937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8419956244273044937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8419956244273044937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8419956244273044937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-moments.html' title='Cute moments'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1908986278505463911</id><published>2010-07-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:10:43.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Kannada Songs bringing out memories...</title><content type='html'>The latest post by &lt;a href="http://themadmomma.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/because-music-is-food-period/"&gt;MM&lt;/a&gt; brought out memories of some awesome songs ... some Hindi .. some Kannada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Capturing the Kannada ones here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mellusire savi gaana : Link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tT7KecmW2Rw"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The romantic mood of the song brings out some cheerful memories of my newly married days. BP and I were generally having fun where one would hum / whistle a certain song and the other would guess the song and sing along. Out of no where BP started singing Sa Sa sa sa sa ... sa sa sa ... and I burst of laughing. It was supposed to be the above song. (BP is not classically trained ... while I am and it was funny to hear him sing sa sa sa for the entire mukhda of the song)&lt;br /&gt; Everytime I hear this song, it brings out a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DoNi saagali munde Hogali : Link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQAbAyYEcdA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its a classic song. The movie was considered bold when released .... infact I was not allowed to watch it when it was telecast on TV except for this song. This song was immortalized by my aunt and uncle. (chikkamma / chikkappa). They were newly weds. And we were visiting them during summer holidays ... and chikkappa who was and still is a ardent Vividh bharthi listener, brought out the tape recorder at 6:30am in the morning and played out a casette. It was the recorded version of the above song sung by aunt and uncle. We laughed our hearts out at the totally tuneless rendition of chikkappa and my aunt trying her best to catch the tune. Its been close to 25 years and its still the same ... we still tease them about this casette. (of course both remain the same... aunt still sings in perfect tune ... and chikkappa ... well :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. EE dehadinda Doora Naade: Link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXWZccrilZI&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=A45E4261CAAC2B91&amp;playnext=1&amp;index=62"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is actually my dad's favourite song... technically not my favourite. Yet has so many memories attached. Daddy has this habit of singing certain songs from the Black and white era and everytime he starts to sing one of his favourite songs, he always sings the rest and in a certain pattern. So the above songs almost always is succeeded by Deena Naa bandiruve ... and then Namo Venkatesha etc. And everytime I hear any of the the songs featured in my dad's list, it brings out a tear in my eye. I am reminded of the distance separating us now .... it tears me apart. BP initially did not understand the reasons of my immediate mood shifts earlier ... now he clearly does and never fails to switch songs if any of dad's list song are being played. In that sense, he is tuned to those songs as well now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have also sung this song in several competition during my middle school years and won several prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maduve ya ee banda: Link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJJRBeWKYJU&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=8EBA52294F053FB8&amp;index=0&amp;playnext=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one is one of mom's favourites ... and mine too. There has not been a single antakshari when this song has not been featured. There used to be a time when the groom side relatives assembled in the groom's house and started for the wedding together from there in a BTS bus. (specially arranged by the bride's side for the groom and his relatives). Along the drive ... we would invariably stop over, mostly by the riverside and have lunch. (puliyogare and mosaranna). Much masti was had in the bus ... and then some teasing of the groom. Antakshari was the top pick for entertainment and this song was very apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Certainly brings out very happy memories for me from not so distant past :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kannada NaadiNa Veera RamaNiya : Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHAT a song !! Rendered supremely by P.B.Srinivas.... always ... always brings a tear when the song ends with Obavva perishing. I have sung this song in many competitions as well ... in fact one of my teachers in my high school was so fond of me singing this song that she got a personal recorded and recorded my version of it.  In one of the competitions, when I sang this song, one of the judges came up to me and said she had tears in her eyes (so did I when I sang). Inspite of that compliment, I did not win a prize in that particular event and my teacher from school who had accompanied me, was shocked and irritated. She went straight upto the judges (there were 3 of them) and questioned why I was not given the prize to which they said it was a male version in the original ... so they would have preferred me picking a song by a female singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Only recently Cantaloupe participated in a talent show and she was dressed as "Obavva" and she made me PROUD !!! Another reason to love this song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to end it here .. though it has been very difficult to cut down at 5 ... but I cannot help but list another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2yXXG8ZUEQ&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=5E7CEBF81A82C4BC&amp;playnext=1&amp;index=3"&gt;Jo Jo Laali&lt;/a&gt; ... this song has been Junior's favourite for the past 6-7 months. She started singing this song when she was 18 months ... I am told, my parents sang this as lullaby to me when I was a baby and I loved it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK ... Now I stop ... pls share your special songs ... would love hear the songs and the memories behind them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1908986278505463911?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1908986278505463911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1908986278505463911' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1908986278505463911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1908986278505463911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/07/kannada-songs-bringing-out-memories.html' title='Kannada Songs bringing out memories...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-262495978416232027</id><published>2010-07-26T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:32:28.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior is fast growing ...</title><content type='html'>Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;Place: My sister's house&lt;br /&gt;We knock on the door ... My sister opens the door soon followed by my 21 month old nephew. He gets excited and starting running around the house smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Junior: (*Still standing ourside*): Thats funny ???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meaning: whats so funny to run around the house ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;Newly potty trained Junior getting ready for her sisters' birthday party. Adults whispering about the rest rooms in the party hall. &lt;br /&gt;Junior: How about pull ups ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: we last used pull ups some 20 days ago ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I put on a bath robe on her ... it was atleast 2 sizes bigger... but she was too excited and I didn't want to ruin her excitement and I let it be. She goes to show off her robe, to my mom and granda can't handle her giggles and laughs at Junior's dress&lt;br /&gt;Junior: (*Very Firmly*): Thats NOT funny !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;ps: Junior has never been trained knowingly in English ... she has picked up English from her sister and all the above lines from her were in English. We encourage Kannada (our mother tongue) in our house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-262495978416232027?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/262495978416232027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=262495978416232027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/262495978416232027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/262495978416232027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/07/junior-is-fast-growing.html' title='Junior is fast growing ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5585836839858041476</id><published>2010-07-16T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:14:57.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>6th year Birthday</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe turned 6 today ... yes she is already 6 !!&lt;br /&gt;The previous night BP and I blew exactly 6 princess balloons and tied them all around the house ... so she woke up to some bright colored balloons and background of her parents and grand parents singing the birthday song. She quite enjoyed the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After breakfast, I gave her warm oil massage, (after a long time .... I must do this often... it hardly takes effort and yet I don't do it as much I hope to). After breakfast, I put a new pink silk Salwar my parents got stitched from India. She started complaining about the material being itchy and took it off in less than 10 mins. She was later dressed in another dress again gifted to her by my parents. She looked absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;  Based on the suggestion I got on my previous post, I headed to the toy store in the neighborhood with both kids. The girls loved it there. We spent quite some time exploring all the different sections and finally picked a toy. We then headed to buy return gift for my nephew. It took was more than 2 hrs to be back home since our departure and I hardly realised it :) By the time we returned mom had prepared yummy Bisi Bele Bhath and Basundi (sweet) per Cantaloupe's request. All of us enjoyed our lunch ... I must add all of us ate more than our capacity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Cantaloupe wanted to play with her new Toy set and spent the next 2 hours exploring the toy with me and my dad. Later in the evening we got dressed and headed towards our Party venue. We had debated quite a bit about hosting a party this time for Cantaloupe. Finally BP decided, we should give a try to organised parties much against my policy of "DIY" parties. The chosen venue was The Jungle. The guest list was very minimal and only 4 family apart from ours was present. All the kids had so much fun jumping, sliding, turning, tossing , collecting tickets ... though the overall money charged was expensive, it felt like complete Paisa Vasool place :) The pizzas were not great ... but the kids hardly had their mind on pizzas ... they just wanted to have as much fun in the limited time. After the party Cantaloupe thanked us such a wonderful party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And now the gifts we bought her (some of them may not appear as gift, they were essentials required, but we convinced Cantaloupe to believe they were gifts)&lt;br /&gt;1. Magnetic White board with marker pen. (gift from ajja / ajji)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bath robe (she had been requesting this for almost 3 months now)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.woodenhorsetoys.com/cgi-bin/item/1184-11060/search/Infinitoy-Zoob-Sparkle-60"&gt;The building Toy set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. New clothes&lt;br /&gt;5. New swimming glasses&lt;br /&gt;6. New coloring set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 gifts for her 6th birthday !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these, my sister gifted her a Princess Comforter and pair of clothes. She also got a backpack, dress and Chess board as gifts from friends among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later in the night, she crawled up to on our bed and confessed she loved all her gifts and felt very very special, thanks to us organising a wonderful party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you had fun my child .... May God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5585836839858041476?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5585836839858041476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5585836839858041476' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5585836839858041476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5585836839858041476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/07/6th-year-birthday.html' title='6th year Birthday'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2195656727889010658</id><published>2010-07-12T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:54:59.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Suggestions pls ....</title><content type='html'>Looking for some gift ideas for my to be 6 year old daughter ... suggestions pls ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2195656727889010658?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2195656727889010658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2195656727889010658' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2195656727889010658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2195656727889010658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/07/suggestions-pls.html' title='Suggestions pls ....'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3614690523022962816</id><published>2010-07-08T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:12:13.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>4 head is second head</title><content type='html'>Scene: G'pa asking Junior various parts of her body. Junior happily obliging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'pa: What is this? ( pointing at his forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Hmmm ... Tale ... head (is clueless about forehead)&lt;br /&gt;G'pa: This is forehead&lt;br /&gt;Junior: NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;G'pa: Chinna, idu HaNe .. forehead&lt;br /&gt;Junior: NO ... this is two head... not four head. (in her mind it is G'pa's second head)&lt;br /&gt;G'pa: ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3614690523022962816?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3614690523022962816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3614690523022962816' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3614690523022962816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3614690523022962816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-head-is-second-head.html' title='4 head is second head'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4431470785860381956</id><published>2010-04-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:59:01.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work work and more work</title><content type='html'>Have been in all day meetings ... head hurts by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;But BP has been solid support ... accommodating his work timings around my absurd working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying my best to not affect my work affect the kids ... &lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe performed in her school's "International Night". She sang "Vande Maataram" much to the delight of her mother (moi)&lt;br /&gt;Junior is talking a lot .. I mean a lot ... surprisingly she is talking a lot in English as well as Kannada. I was initially surprised she had picked up so much of English given she goes to a home day care where there is one another kid. The other kid speaks Kannada as well. Anyways, she speaks in short sentences... but is able to communicate what she intends to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 2nd birthday is fast approaching ... only item completed from my check list is Venue (a park close to our home), date of the party and the guest list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To do list: Birthday Cake order, Food, Games, Decos, Return Gifts, Birthday Dress for the kids ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also planning on inviting my parents to come and spend some time with us this summer .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats enough reasons to not being regular in the blog world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4431470785860381956?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4431470785860381956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4431470785860381956' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4431470785860381956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4431470785860381956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/04/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='Work work and more work'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5878107783872610774</id><published>2010-04-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:57:21.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Fun With Colors</title><content type='html'>That was the title of the Cantaloupe's project in the Science Fair held recently in her school. What can I say ... she had so much fun ... 15 mins into the fair, she was marketing her booth and attracting visitors.&lt;br /&gt; I had registered to participate alone ... but later realised it would improve her team spirit enrolled another classmate of hers in her booth.( I was just a little apprehensive on if she will be able to hold her booth alone for almost 2 hrs ) The concept was simple ... understand / explain Primary Colors and Secondary colors. But the fun part was mixing Primary color paint for every guest who stopped by their booth and show them their desired Secondary color. It was more fun than expected I tell ... nothing to beat dirtying themselves ... in this case with a purpose and parent approval :)&lt;br /&gt; We had to set up the booth in the morning ... so Cantaloupe and I went in early around 8:00am and set up our booth. We felt lucky for being allocated a booth close to entrance. We set up our booth and came back home. The fair was to begin at 6:30pm ... and it began sharp on time. Our cardboard display looked so colorful .... we were extremely pleased. The girls were all excited and didn't know what to expect since it was their first year in school. In fact I was clueless on what to expect as well .... but there were almost 160 odd booths that I was more excited than the kids. I have to add here, the last time I participated in science fair was during my school days.... and this event brought back all those lovely memories.&lt;br /&gt; There were mentors assigned to all booths who would evaluate the project. There were no prizes to be rewarded .... the idea behind inviting mentors was to evaluate the understanding of the projects ... age appropriateness of the chosen project and also to see if the kids were indeed having fun. &lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupes' mentor was the first to arrive to their booth. The girls were giggling and having fun posing for the pictures when the mentor arrived and they were somewhat unprepared for his arrival. But they did just fine explaining the concept. I was glad the mentor realised how much fun they were having while mixing colors. ( they did not even hear his say, good job ... they were too busy mixing colors). They were given a science project idea book and a certificate. Cantaloupe's first ever certificate !!! And boy was she happy to receive one ! The evaluation went great.&lt;br /&gt; Once the mentor left ... I advised the girls to just add few drops of paint and mix instead of mixing a plateful as they had just shown to the mentor. Slowly the crowd started gathering ... and people started visiting our booth. 15 mins into the fair, Cantaloupe had loosened up and started inviting random people passing by if they'd be interested in learning about colors. Most people were surprised the enthusiasm and appreciated the kids for their efforts. It was funny how Cantaloupe soon learnt tricks to attract people ... she offered a colored plate of their choice as a token :) After about an hour into the fair, Cantaloupe's partner started loosing interest ... and wanted to go to her sister's booth. (she had an elder sister from 5th grade who had a booth set up as well) Cantaloupe managed the entire show the whole time. Poor girl ... she wanted to look around the auditorium and learn about other projects ... but could never leave her booth. Later I learnt, it was ok to leave the booth to visit other booths. The outside rain did not dampen the spirits of the participants or visitors ... I think there was a turn out of over 400 people !!! &lt;br /&gt;I learnt some new concepts myself at the fair .... I'd love to have visited all the booths ... but that just didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;I came home very satisfied ... Cantaloupe sure made me proud that day and I simply loved this concept of science fairs !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5878107783872610774?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5878107783872610774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5878107783872610774' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5878107783872610774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5878107783872610774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-with-colors.html' title='Fun With Colors'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7100484678370829338</id><published>2010-03-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:46:18.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Avalakki Vada</title><content type='html'>My first recipe on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to send this recipe for the contest held &lt;a href="http://www.indianvegetariankitchen.com/2010/02/cooking-basics-event.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed this snack on many cold evenings .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Avalakki Vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beaten rice  / Poha Vada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick Poha: 2 cups &lt;br /&gt;Ginger: Finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;Red Onion (small): Finely chopped &lt;br /&gt;Green Chillies: 2 - Finely cut&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro: Chopped&lt;br /&gt;Curry leaves: Finely cut&lt;br /&gt;Salt: To taste &lt;br /&gt;Oil : For frying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;Step1: Soak the poha in water so it gets soft.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Drain the water from poha and mash it&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Add the rest ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Make small balls and flatten it &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Put oil in a Deep bottom vessel (Kadai) and heat it&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Once oil is hot, deep fry the flattened vadas on low flame.&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Remove from oil when golden brown and strain excess oil on tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: Serve hot with Ketchup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Soaked poha is moist and should be easy to mash and easily mixes with other ingredients and takes any shape given. If its not taking desired shape, add a table spoon of Besan to the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always fry on low flame ... if not it doesn't get cooked evenly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Firmly press the vadas, if not they might split in oil.&lt;br /&gt;4. If Thick poha is not available, you may use thin poha, but it gets soggy when soaked in water, so just sprinkle water on it to make it soft. You will need 3 cups though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7100484678370829338?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7100484678370829338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7100484678370829338' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7100484678370829338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7100484678370829338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/03/avalakki-vada.html' title='Avalakki Vada'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5635961234617599566</id><published>2010-02-18T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:58:11.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Cantaloupes' performance and Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>We had our quarterly community meet last saturday and there was plenty of involvement from the Cantaloupe household. While BP participated in 20-questions game ... Cantaloupe danced to on stage and Junior was all over the place and hopping and jumping and dancing and generally having a blast. And moi .. well I gave my first live Keyboard rendition on stage and was part of a &lt;a href="http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-dilemma.html"&gt;drama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had earlier written about the drama here. I tried hard to back out but BP advised me that a commitment had to be met ... if I was wise I'd have read the script before agreeing to be part of it ... now that I had agreed to be part of the drama I shouldn't back out. And so I stuck with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Attending the practice sessions was hard. Usually the dance practice happened on weekday around 7:30pm. BP wouldn't even be home for me to drop Junior and go for the practices .... so I had to finish dinner preps / cleaning before leaving ... take both kids along.... drive the distance ... help Cantaloupe with her steps and rush back home, feed dinner to kids and then take a bite. My drama practice sessions were over the weekends. So it was much better since BP took care of the kids. &lt;br /&gt; I was watching "Everybody loves Raymond" series around the same time and our drama script turned out to be an adaption of one of the episodes .... but there was a huge difference. While the serial itself had established the characters in its previous episodes, our drama had NO characterization and hence my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, as Aamir put it in 3 Idiots "All izzz well" ... and drama turned out quite ok I thought. But I am still not clear about what in the script was so fascinating that the audience was really in splits ... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best show of the evening was definitely the kids dance show ... and Cantaloupe danced with such grace ... proud mama was glowing all evening. And oh ... Junior put up a show too ... she had mastered all the steps herself .. if only someone allowed her to perform on stage. Nonetheless that didn't deter her enthusiasm and screamed akka akka and danced herself right below the stage almost giving a mini performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But personally for me the satisfying moment was the keyboard rendition sis and me played.(Read &lt;a href="http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist-bucket.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. One step closer to my wishlist bucket)  It was a tribute of sorts to Dr.Vishnuvardhan (Kannada actor who recently passed away). We had picked songs from his famous movies and remixed it and played only snippets. I later learnt that the audio system was not very good ... and audience couldn't hear very clearly ... but to me it was first of sorts and I was satisfied with the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh ... the sambar I prepared for the event was a hit as well ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day being Valentine's day dawned bright and early .... of course its a routine in our household ... the only day we get a chance to sleep longer is sunday and that is THE day the kids have picked to wake up earlier than usual. We all wished one another ... Cantaloupe gave her dad the card we had prepared together. BP bought them new clothes ... and went off for his weekend badminton leaving me and kids and sister. Cantaloupe and her chikki (my sister) baked awesome cup cakes to surprise the men (BP and my BIL) and they surprised us by bringing 8 varieties of sweets and samosas. We savored the sweets and played Kannada Ankatakshari of sorts (clause being songs which had words love and/or its equivalent words) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall an eventful weekend it was ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5635961234617599566?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5635961234617599566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5635961234617599566' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5635961234617599566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5635961234617599566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/02/cantaloupes-performance-and-valentines.html' title='Cantaloupes&apos; performance and Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-9087877969043209104</id><published>2010-02-08T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:27:09.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Random tidbits</title><content type='html'>We were in a local grocery store ....&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe (C) : Amma, please buy me Samosas&lt;br /&gt;Me: No dear ... you have still not completely recovered from your cough&lt;br /&gt;C: Amma pls ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: You pick ... want a new tooth brush or this samosa ... I am not spending on both&lt;br /&gt;C (happily): I want the tooth brush please ... but the Pink Princess one ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course honey ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bystander stared at this cruel mom who coaxed her daughter to pick tooth brush over samosas ...&lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe got to pick her tooth brush and cruel mom bought her tooth paste as a bonus as well !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-9087877969043209104?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/9087877969043209104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=9087877969043209104' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9087877969043209104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9087877969043209104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-tidbits.html' title='Random tidbits'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8172386045234262625</id><published>2010-02-03T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:26:43.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Teacher's Appreciation week</title><content type='html'>This week is Teacher's Appreciation week in Cantaloupes' school. The theme is Winter Olympics. PTO has come up with different ideas for each day of the week appreciating the teachers. Like flowers on one day (in red, blue or white), books, thank you notes etc. I am all kicked about this but sadly Cantaloupe is not showing as much interest. She has always maintained that her teacher is good but other Kindergarten teachers are better ... one particular teacher she adores because the said teacher has lovely hair :) Go figure her reasoning ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, Cantaloupe teacher is good ... but not great. She is good with teaching ... but I think a teacher should act like a motivator ... a supporter in needy times .. clearly this teacher isn't. There is complete professionalism in her approach.. but the personal touch is missing. And I think thats a big factor as to why Cantaloupe is not so much enthusiastic about this week. Its not like she doesn't want to write a thank you card and decorate ... but she is doing it just for the sake. I have nudged her sometimes to do it with more enthusiasm but don't see much results. &lt;br /&gt; Growing up I was very popular with the teachers ... you know teacher's pet student who followed every bit of their instruction .... quietly sat in the class and never troubled them .... enthusiastically participated in all activities be it singing, dancing or art or science projects. I was am almost ideal student a teacher could ask for. And I loved ALL my teachers and respected them tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And its hard for me to not see the same enthusiasm I once had  for my teachers missing in Cantaloupe.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me .... did you love ALL your teachers ? Would you actively take up in their appreciation ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8172386045234262625?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8172386045234262625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8172386045234262625' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8172386045234262625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8172386045234262625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/02/teachers-appreciation-week.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Appreciation week'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1388982238657308587</id><published>2010-01-28T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:39:18.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>It feels so good...</title><content type='html'>... when you remember complete lyrics ... background music and tune of a Bollywood number last sung almost a decade back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: The song in question: Chori Chori jab nazarein mili from Kareeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1388982238657308587?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1388982238657308587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1388982238657308587' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1388982238657308587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1388982238657308587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-so-good.html' title='It feels so good...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4747393286380770087</id><published>2010-01-21T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:41:03.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior Language</title><content type='html'>What do the following mean? (many in Kannada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kankata&lt;br /&gt;ellowe&lt;br /&gt;Thotha&lt;br /&gt;Maniiii&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;Aalu&lt;br /&gt;Daachi&lt;br /&gt;aapeepe&lt;br /&gt;Dova&lt;br /&gt;Kapaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well ... that Junior for you and the words called out are&lt;br /&gt;Kannadaka (glasses in kannada)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Thota (meaning water)&lt;br /&gt;Mane (house in kannada)&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Haalu (milk)&lt;br /&gt;Drakshi (grapes in Kannada)&lt;br /&gt;Office&lt;br /&gt;Dora&lt;br /&gt;Chikkappa (for "Chacha" in Hindi or Uncle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior's speech has improved by leaps and bounds now .. she speaks in small sentences. Sentences of two - three words and manages to communicate almost everything she needs to. She even sings ... her favourite song being Jo Jo Laali Naa haduve. This was one of the songs my parents sang for me when I was a little girl and when she sings the same I can't stop myself from being flooded with memories of my childhood. She can also sing some Boney M songs ... Daddy cool being her current favourite. Of course she has her own versions of the song such as Mommy cool .... akka cool .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just want to put down her baby words before she outgrows them ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4747393286380770087?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4747393286380770087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4747393286380770087' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4747393286380770087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4747393286380770087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/junior-language.html' title='Junior Language'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7130916330442514630</id><published>2010-01-18T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:57:12.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>You propose .... he accepts .... and then he cribs about the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am talking about the business client ... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr .... I proposed requirements on a certain project and the guy signed off on requirements and we delivered the product to him and he complains requirements were never clear and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts after a grueling 3 hrs meeting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7130916330442514630?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7130916330442514630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7130916330442514630' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7130916330442514630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7130916330442514630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-9056654784150937581</id><published>2010-01-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:42:39.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><title type='text'>A decade already ...</title><content type='html'>Yes ... Jan 3rd, 2000 ... the day dawned bright and sunny and early. My dad and me were in the best of spirits ... my dad's excitement multiple times more than mine. It was 7:30am and we were already in bus ... our company bus. It was my first day in my first job. Dad came to see my office and make sure his daughter was safe and was going to grow professionally in a great environment. &lt;br /&gt; The induction program had dignitaries come and boost our confidence ... these were people we had seen on TV ... read about them in newspapers ... so it felt just surreal to see them in person. We were in training for the next 3.5 months. That when I met one of my bestest friend. &lt;br /&gt; I still think it was destiny ... since I was a very reserved person, when was very outgoing. I sat in the last row of seats in our induction and she sat in the first row ... we passed out attendance sheet and it happened that she handed out the attendance sheet to me which led us having successive Employee numbers ... in turn leading to sharing the same cube and ending doing the same project. During the training period, we had our own gang ... 4 young women and 4 guys .... the women called themselves the GG gang. Each one of us had a carefully chosen nick name ... after training we all got assigned to various client projects. As luck would have it 3 (including me) from the gang ended in the same project. One from the gang got his Visa and flew to US. The others continued to meet ... but not so often anymore. But the GG gang stuck.&lt;br /&gt; And then I got married and moved to US ... but continued to work for the same company and kept in touch for sometime. But professional assignments and personality changes led to the gang slowly disintegrating. But I continued to be in touch with my miracle friend. Now she is the only one I am in touch with ... &lt;br /&gt; Its been a decade of my professional life and its also been 10 years since I have found a great friend. Here is to many more years of professional success and even more years of friendship ! Cheers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-9056654784150937581?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/9056654784150937581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=9056654784150937581' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9056654784150937581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/9056654784150937581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/decade-already.html' title='A decade already ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6528246942317688104</id><published>2010-01-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:25:49.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>In a dilemma ...</title><content type='html'>I had signed up to participate in a drama for a community event in december without reading the script. Big mistake ... the script is out and the drama is not remotely funny when it is supposed to be humorous.&lt;br /&gt; The drama script is written by a friend's husband ... I desperately want to back out now unless the script changes. Can't make a fool of myself being part of this "Master piece" ... oh wait ... may be I won't be making myself a fool because there will be no one paying attention or even better no audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I risk offending the friend and speak the truth and back out OR should I come up with some stupid reason and back out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6528246942317688104?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6528246942317688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6528246942317688104' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6528246942317688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6528246942317688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-dilemma.html' title='In a dilemma ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-418951169569117843</id><published>2010-01-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:13:08.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2010 begins with</title><content type='html'>taste of 3 different desserts  .... Pineapple pastry , Mango Moose and Plum Cake (baked by your truly)&lt;br /&gt; Need I add it felt great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was also Dumb Charades .... lot of challenging movies were conquered ... Tuglaq, Muniyana Maadari, Olu Saar Olu, Manasaare, Ita Lakadi, Aptabaandhava were some interesting ones leading to great comic moments ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We welcomed the new year with much enthusiasm ... hope the year brings out some warm moments and smiles in our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-418951169569117843?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/418951169569117843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=418951169569117843' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/418951169569117843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/418951169569117843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-begins-with.html' title='2010 begins with'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7579100223056185909</id><published>2009-12-23T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:18:52.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Wishing one and all Merry Christmas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa gifted me Wii ... and I am already loving it !&lt;br /&gt;With some serious practice I may just be crowned the Tennis star !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7579100223056185909?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7579100223056185909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7579100223056185909' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7579100223056185909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7579100223056185909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2568771344643234424</id><published>2009-12-18T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:21:07.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BP'/><title type='text'>Simple couple moment</title><content type='html'>This morning BP was bathing the kids and I was dressing them up. My sister had requested a song for her husband in a local radio station. I asked BP which song he'd expect if I picked a song for him.&lt;br /&gt; And before he could tell me his choice we both started humming the same song at the same time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: If anyone is interested in knowing "The Song" ... it is Zara Zara from Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2568771344643234424?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2568771344643234424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2568771344643234424' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2568771344643234424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2568771344643234424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-couple-moment.html' title='Simple couple moment'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-139617668012046102</id><published>2009-12-14T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:49:33.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>Language lessons</title><content type='html'>Me (*walking towards my van after a meltdown by Cantaloupe at a local store*)&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe (*stomping right behind me*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 mins driving ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honey, are you supposed to scream inside a store?&lt;br /&gt;C: (*face down*) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you think amma likes you yelling inside a store?&lt;br /&gt;C: (*in tears*) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you shout at me inside a store ever again?&lt;br /&gt;C: (*wiping her tears*): No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause for about 3 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Amma do you know "Scream", "Shout", "Yell" all the same ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-139617668012046102?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/139617668012046102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=139617668012046102' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/139617668012046102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/139617668012046102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/12/language-lessons.html' title='Language lessons'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8747740818561449470</id><published>2009-12-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:47:18.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><title type='text'>Advantage # 37 of working from home</title><content type='html'>You can enjoy a warm bath on a very cold day at 1:00pm and have a relaxed lunch !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in heaven today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8747740818561449470?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8747740818561449470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8747740818561449470' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8747740818561449470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8747740818561449470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/12/advantage-37-of-working-from-home.html' title='Advantage # 37 of working from home'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3496058901380710405</id><published>2009-12-01T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:12:57.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Akka - Tangi  relationship</title><content type='html'>* BIG KAALA TIKA ... DRISHTI POST* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids grow fast .... Few developments I'd like to capture for my future reference :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Only few days back I remember showing Junior flowers ... birds ... trees trying to explain concept of different colors and now she is a full fledged color enthusiastic. Anything and everything will identified by its color.  She can identify and call out Geen, Boooo, ellow, puple, lack, ite, own ... then there are other colors she identifies but cannot call out like Red, Orange, Pink and will fall into the "Tada" category. (in case you didn't follow the colors were green, blue, yellow, purple, black, white and brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She is a number girl :) Anytime she hears a familiar number she will start counting from there. Picture this ... during the thanksgiving week, we were sharing some jokes when someone said "That was a good one" and my little one started counting Two, three, four, five ... &lt;br /&gt; And then the other day my sister said three more days and it will be thanksgiving ... of course Junior started out four, five, six &lt;br /&gt;Its kinda cute. She can count upto fourteen ... why fourteen ... because she refuses to say anything beyond that no matter what we try to do. She has a mind of her own. Once she says fourteen ... she refuses to listen to anything we say and just smiles and says "Clap clap clap". The numbers one to ten were taught by BP and rest four by her akka. BP took about a week to train her and I think it took about 10 mins for akka to get those four numbers ... so you now know now much she follows her akka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Akka is God to her .... period. No questions further. No matter what akka does, she follows her like a puppy. Akka does a somersault and Junior is not far behind ... akka tries skipping and the next thing you know Junior is playing with the skipping rope. Heck ... when akka is doing her homework, we give the Doodle slate to Junior and she is busy scribbling something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Junior got her 18months shot last week and it was not a pleasant experience. The moment she saw the nurse, she started bawling ... (the nurse is not really kid friendly ,,, I can tell you that ... but how did Junior figure that out just looking at her ... I am not sure) She got 4 shots and all the while she called out akkaaaaaa.... akkkaaaaaa . That was something I had never seen in any kid. I have seen kids calling out their moms and dads ... like ammmmmma ... and appppaaaaa while crying ... akka was something new to me. And when I returned home mentioned about the shots to akka, she jumped right next to Junior and started massaging her thighs ... sibling love at its best I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Of course, for everything now, Junior wants Akka for company. Give her break fast and akka has to sit with her on the dining table and eat with her. Give her a lollypop ... she immediately asks one for akka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already mentioned about her wanting akka beside her when she goes to bed. I am just loving this phase. Pray it lasts for many many many more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3496058901380710405?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3496058901380710405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3496058901380710405' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3496058901380710405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3496058901380710405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/12/akka-tangi-relationship.html' title='Akka - Tangi  relationship'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7902095482071403350</id><published>2009-11-19T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:02:50.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>I am in a fix</title><content type='html'>Last week my company members made a presentation to make of a tool to one of our Business clients. Having worked with the Business client for sometime now, he and I were generally chatting and he mentioned that he could hardly follow the presentation made because of the thick Indian accent. &lt;br /&gt; I was confused if I should let the senior person know that his accent was not followed in the meeting or should I let  the potential opportunity to expand business slip by? &lt;br /&gt; What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;As you all agree it was a tricky situation for me. Fortunately the senior person who gave the presentation doesn't work in the same place that I do.  I met with another person who works locally and told him that the client felt that our presentation was too quick for him to follow and that he could not understand and appreciate most of the capabilities of our tool. So I was going to arrange for another meeting with the client where we could walk over the tool. This was well received ... and tomorrow we have another demo with the client.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7902095482071403350?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7902095482071403350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7902095482071403350' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7902095482071403350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7902095482071403350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-in-fix.html' title='I am in a fix'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7705223165833896491</id><published>2009-11-16T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:45:07.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Wishlist - Bucket</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://stars-inmy-eyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starry&lt;/a&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the ones I wanted to do and actually was able to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I always wanted to study on scholarship and I actually passed a National level exam and managed to fund my education for most part. &lt;br /&gt;* I wanted to be on the front page of newspaper for my achievements ... and it happened. Alas ... it was long long time ago ... but nonetheless it happened and I was interviewed too :D&lt;br /&gt;* Driving in the US ... yep ... have been driving for 8 years now.&lt;br /&gt;* Sponsor for my parents' US visit.... I did everything from researching, paperwork to financing their trip&lt;br /&gt;* Have 2 kids of the same sex. (this one was something I wished and wasn't in my control ... but I am glad it worked out. Though I had no preference to boys or girls ... I just wanted 2 kids of same sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To see both my daughters well settled and happy&lt;br /&gt;* To release my very own music album. &lt;br /&gt;* To be event Manager. (I have hosted / organised several parties and most of them have had wonderful feedback)&lt;br /&gt;* To crack the code in the world of stocks and share ....&lt;br /&gt;* Travel the world with my family ... may I also add with no financial constraints (BP. kids and parents)&lt;br /&gt;* Own a house by the beach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ... I need to come back to reality from my dreams and start working towards achieving those. Wish me luck people !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7705223165833896491?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7705223165833896491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7705223165833896491' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7705223165833896491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7705223165833896491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist-bucket.html' title='Wishlist - Bucket'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3754306123741893487</id><published>2009-11-13T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:44:15.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The journey</title><content type='html'>2009 - BP's patent comes through, I travel with 2 kids for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Junior completes our family, ajja passes away&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Dad's extended stay with us&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Hawaii trip&lt;br /&gt;2005 - FIL's death&lt;br /&gt;2004 - We are proud parents ... Cantaloupe enters our life&lt;br /&gt;2003 -  Sister's wedding, We buy our dream car&lt;br /&gt;2002 - FIL's heart attack while visiting us in US&lt;br /&gt;2001 - First job in US, first visit to India as a couple&lt;br /&gt;2000 - First job ever ... MARRIAGE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its been 9 years .... sometimes I'd like to say 9 long years ... sometime I wonder where / how 9 years went by.&lt;br /&gt;Here is to us and many more years together !&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to us !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3754306123741893487?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3754306123741893487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3754306123741893487' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3754306123741893487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3754306123741893487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey.html' title='The journey'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6604752548721197913</id><published>2009-11-05T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:53:57.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Test yourself</title><content type='html'>Source : &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20427321.000-clever-fools-why-a-high-iq-doesnt-mean-youre-smart.html?full=true"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A bat and a ball cost $1.10 in total. The bat costs $1 more than the ball. How much does the ball cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If it takes five machines 5 minutes to make five widgets, how long would it take 100 machines to make 100 widgets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In a lake, there is a patch of lily pads. Every day, the patch doubles in size. If it takes 48 days for the patch to cover the entire lake, how long would it take for the patch to cover half of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 right ??? If not, some consolation: &lt;br /&gt;When researchers put the following three problems to 3400 students in the US, only 17 per cent got all three right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6604752548721197913?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6604752548721197913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6604752548721197913' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6604752548721197913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6604752548721197913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/11/test-yourself.html' title='Test yourself'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3345958939636285435</id><published>2009-10-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:49:30.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Child's shortcomings</title><content type='html'>Are you open about your child's short comings or you don't talk about them with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As far as I am concerned ... I am not a very vocal person. I do not open up easily ... I take my time. Once I am comfortable with the person, I speak honestly. Mostly I underplay my kids ... that is something I am working on. I need to give them credit for their achievements and not necessarily talk about their short comings with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I have seen some moms who are very vocal right from the word go ... and all they talk is about how best the child is in sports ... academics.... etc. That amazes me actually. &lt;br /&gt; There was one on one parent-teacher conferences 2 weeks back. The teacher set the expectations of each child and discussed on areas they could work on. For Eg: For Cantaloupe, the teacher said that she should really try to keep her hands to herself and not help other kids in her table. So when we mommies were discussing about how the conferences went, all parents maintained their child was almost perfect.  Really ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you honest or you discuss your child's shortcomings as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3345958939636285435?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3345958939636285435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3345958939636285435' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3345958939636285435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3345958939636285435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/childs-shortcomings.html' title='Child&apos;s shortcomings'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2464000368683537015</id><published>2009-10-27T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:46:02.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BP'/><title type='text'>How many hours a day</title><content type='html'>do you spend on your computer / laptop / blackberry / iphone and the like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be sane if these were confiscated from you for 3 straight days ?&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling there is a strong addiction to the kind above in our house ... especially BP has this affiliation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me honestly ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2464000368683537015?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2464000368683537015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2464000368683537015' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2464000368683537015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2464000368683537015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-many-hours-day.html' title='How many hours a day'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8567710664281382895</id><published>2009-10-23T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:31:35.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Story of my life - Limerick</title><content type='html'>I found this tag &lt;a href="http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-limericks-tag.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; very sweet ... it reminded me of my days as a young bride and the non stop questioning of those aunties around. I wanted to take up the tag ... Then when I hoped over &lt;a href="http://sandsrandomramblings.wordpress.com/2009/10/23/limerick-gimmick/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ... and I decided I'd give it a shot anyways though I wasn't confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in his(BP) email clicked&lt;br /&gt; And thats how we got hitched&lt;br /&gt;Today when I look at the same mail I wonder&lt;br /&gt;  What was it that made me surrender ...&lt;br /&gt;It worked ... and already nine years have ticked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8567710664281382895?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8567710664281382895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8567710664281382895' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8567710664281382895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8567710664281382895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-my-life-limerick.html' title='Story of my life - Limerick'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6370854925131789904</id><published>2009-10-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:46:13.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior Updates</title><content type='html'>My darling Junior turns 17 months tomorrow ... yep 17 months already ... and I have barely 7 posts about her developmental updates. Hmm ... &lt;br /&gt; She loves her family .. that is her sister, dad and mom and can express her love in action as well ... she comes around looking for us calling out akka .. appa... amma in the cutest voice and hugs us so warmly and starts patting us on our back. She might even plant a kiss if we are lucky. I hope she continues to express her feeling similarly for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt; Her akka is her ultimate guru .... if akka dances, she begins to jump up and down ... err. ... dance. If akka does a somersault, (palti) so does she. Akka picks a book and a pencil, madam immediately demands she be given the same and it better be the same color akka has. &lt;br /&gt; Just 3 night back, both girls were sleeping in their room when I heard a small wail coming out .... I slowly walked up to their room to see Junior awake. Most days I would have carried her and helped her fall asleep ... that night I didn't. I just paused and observed and what to I see. Junior looks at her sister sleeping next to her and calmly settles beside akka, hugging her. She is all secure and falls asleep. I was at peace at that moment ... I just stood there for almost 5 minutes too much consumed by the love I saw. I will never forget this incident ever ... &lt;br /&gt; Just when I thought I had seen the best of sibling moment, another incident happened. This was when we came back from day care on friday. I had picked up grocery and was unloading the same from car. The kids got down from the car .... Cantaloupe carried her school bag and extended her hand for Junior. The little girl confidently grabbed the extended hand and started walking towards our house. We have about 30 stairs to climb before we reach our house I have carried Junior 90% of the time ... the rest of the times I have supervised her as she has climbed the steps. But that day ... she just confidently held her sister's hand and Cantaloupe patiently helped her sister climb up the stairs. In between while climbing, Junior would turn back and grin, almost challenging me to go ahead of her ... Once she climbed all the steps and reached our main door, I could see the sense of achievement in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt; Junior now recognises some colors .. blue, purple, green, yellow, red ... loves to cuddle beside me while I read for her ... enjoys the music any time / all the time ... (she demands music be turned on by saying "Daddy daddy cool" :D) &lt;br /&gt; Her vocabulary has improved a lot over the past few weeks ... most definitely communicates what she wants ... be it demanding her blanket which she calls "Talkie" (for blankie) .. or Toota (for water)... TeeVee (for TV) ... Nana (Snana or bath) .... Dapeeeeeer (Diaper) .. so on and so forth. For words she identifies but cannot spell out she uses a common sound "Thadaa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She is the darling of our family currently and I hope she continues to be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6370854925131789904?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6370854925131789904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6370854925131789904' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6370854925131789904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6370854925131789904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/junior-updates.html' title='Junior Updates'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-441248701709747486</id><published>2009-10-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:04:53.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 er'/><title type='text'>Palkova - Continued recipe ...</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://liferightnow.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/palkova-surprise-multiplied/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family reached the temple bright and early. Amma called out the three names for archanam when Ravi added Anjali from behind. Puzzled amma looked over Ravi's shoulder to see a gorgeous young lady in saree.  Memories of the past gushed amma's thoughts and she stood there still. The tension in the air was thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Continued &lt;a href="http://memoirs2cherish.blogspot.com/2009/10/palkova-sweet-or-sour.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-441248701709747486?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/441248701709747486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=441248701709747486' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/441248701709747486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/441248701709747486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/palkova-continued-recipe.html' title='Palkova - Continued recipe ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1469744589332777946</id><published>2009-10-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:51:09.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>When was the last time you relived your childhood?</title><content type='html'>Remember those carefree days as child when you jumped and splashed rain water .... you wore Hawaii chappals and walked without worrying about the annoying sounds it made while walking ... getting all soaked in the beach not worrying about your clothes getting wet or your body being exposed .... building sand castles for hours together and breaking them in minutes ... slurping on those lollies (popsicles) ... &lt;br /&gt; Well I got a chance to re-live one of those moments last weekends. We were invited to a birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.pumpitupparty.com/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Both the girls were excited from the get go. Cantaloupe wished the birthday boy and didn't waste any time in climbing one of those inflatables. Not to be left behind our Junior ran behind her sister ... but obviously couldn't climb up those inflatables and yelled out for her dad. I was exchanging pleasantries with the hostess and what do I see when I turn back ... 2 girls and their dad bouncing up and down in style. They then moved on to those giant slides. Without a hint of hesitation all 3 spent almost 30 mins on the slides ... when BP realised that there was another person who had accompanied him to the party .. ME !&lt;br /&gt; He came towards me sweating because of all the jumping and urged me to try on the giant slide ... I was ill prepared for this kind of party ... had worn a skirt and refused his offer. But there was only so much I could contain myself. There was another mini slide beside and I just HAD to experience the thrill. I went in those inflatable dens (is that what they are called) and climbed up the stairs which I must admit was a daunting task given the wobbly surface and my long skirt and came down the slide .... AWESOME experience I tell you. I bounced up and down as if there was no tomorrow with my girls until my legs hurt. Actually No ... until it was time to cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had almost been ages since I felt so liberated doing such a simple task as jumping and going down a slide.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you relived your childhood moments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1469744589332777946?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1469744589332777946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1469744589332777946' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1469744589332777946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1469744589332777946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-was-last-time-you-relived-your.html' title='When was the last time you relived your childhood?'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2382014157269263331</id><published>2009-10-06T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:25:47.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Morning Madness</title><content type='html'>I have started cooking in the morning ... and dishes are done at night.&lt;br /&gt;But its not the cooking that takes time ... the dabba packing is really making me go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pack 5 dabbas&lt;br /&gt;* One for BP and it HAS to be chapati and curry (one silver foil and one dabba for curry)&lt;br /&gt;* One dabba for Cantaloupes' school lunch (sometimes its chapati and curry for her) &lt;br /&gt;* One lunch box for Junior and one extra box with Yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;* Snacks for both Junior and Cantaloupe which includes mostly fruits and a dabba with the day's breakfast (upma, idli, etc)&lt;br /&gt;* One lunch dabba for self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the above, I have to keep aside fruits for self and BP. I prefer apples, oranges most days since except for washing I don't have to do anything extra ... but then BP ends up buying mangoes, melons and I hate to see them go bad and have to cut these and put them in boxes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I step out of the house, I have another dabba of breakfast in my hand since I wouldn't have the time to eat it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what gets you mad ? Is it the cooking, doing the dishes or something else ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2382014157269263331?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2382014157269263331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2382014157269263331' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2382014157269263331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2382014157269263331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-madness.html' title='Morning Madness'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6580479865612354846</id><published>2009-09-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:27:45.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>How do parents nurture their kids interests</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://winkiesways.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html"&gt;Tharini's&lt;/a&gt; post on her decision to not put her son to Kumon classes and this set off a chain of thoughts in my mind. (the post below may appear random ... but thats just depicting the right state of my mind - Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe is growing and is growing fast.  I believe each individual is talented... some of them are lucky to recognise their potential and other's are not so lucky. And as a parent I think it is my responsibility to identify her talent and harness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have always loved music and I wonder when my parents recognised this passion of mine. My mother being a trained classical singer herself taught me the basics of carnatic music until Varna after which I started taking music classes from a renowned teacher in our city. I remember starting my music lessons from my teacher when I was about 10. I started my dance lessons around the same time as well ... I enjoyed learning Bharatnatyam for the next few years and sometime during my board exams I found it difficult to cope with dance / music classes and studies and I quit dance. I continued learning music until I started working in a different city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What should I do with Cantaloupe? She is just 5 now and I know she cannot tell me with certainty what she likes. She is most likely to be influenced by her friends. If a friend A goes to a certain class ... she for sure wants to go there. Its not the class that draws her interest ... but the friend's company. Cantaloupe has been taking her swim classes for almost 2 years now ... and she seems to enjoy it. Swimming as I see is more a requirement than anything else these days. I regret not learnt swimming for the silly reason of having to put on swimsuit. (I still cannot be persuaded to wear one)&lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe was enrolled in Ballet classes when she was 3 ... she was very young and we were naive. She didn't enjoy those classes as much and we discontinued and lost the money the we had paid. This summer, Cantaloupe attended Gymnastics. She says she loves it ... she was pretty good in her classes. We sent her to the community class ... but clearly if she wants to pursuit Gymnastics seriously we need to enroll her for some serious classes. But these classes are expensive ... I don't mind spending on these classes if she is really interested and continues to have improvise/ enjoy. But if she doesn't it seems like a total waste of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any academic classes like Kumon I have decided she will not go - I enjoy teaching her. It gives me that extra time with her and I can afford it at this time. When I am not able to provide her the required assistance I may consider these classes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BP will be particularly pleased if she is enrolled in Badminton or Tennis classes. Again private lessons are expensive ... and she is not showing any particular inclination to these sports. But then what if she hasn't realised her potential ... I know kids at this age require some nudging before they realise their potential. She may really start enjoying these sports ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Classical music, I would have loved her to learn ... but she isn't showing much interest in that front. She seems to be more interested in fast paced / rhythmic music be it bollywood, regional folk songs, classical. I know she likes dancing ... but dance lessons are offered for 6+ in some classes that I enquired around. She is interested in coloring ... but she is not very good with paint. (I know I know ... she is only 5) ... would arts and craft classes be good for her - I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some people around tell me, unless parents experiment on various options, there is no way to identify the kids interest ... some others tell me she is too young for anything. May be I should wait for atleast a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused ... I wish I knew what she is good at so I could nurture her interests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6580479865612354846?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6580479865612354846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6580479865612354846' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6580479865612354846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6580479865612354846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-parents-nurture-their-kids.html' title='How do parents nurture their kids interests'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6287614220569436797</id><published>2009-09-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:36:53.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Doordarshan darshakon Ko Namaskar</title><content type='html'>Doordarshan completes 50 years of existence on 15th sep, 2009. And the serials I watched growing up on DD are so etched in my memory even today. I perhaps remember these serials better than some of the Survivor episodes I might have seen just few months back.&lt;br /&gt;Recollecting some of my all time favorite serials on DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Neev (this was a serial about boarding school) - Sunday 12:00 noon&lt;br /&gt;  9. Vikram aur Bethaal - Sunday 5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;  8. Showtheme - Saturday 3:30pm&lt;br /&gt;  7. Nukkad - Monday 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;  6. Kashish - Wednesday 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;  5. Chitrahaar - Wednesday 8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;  4. The World this week - (Was it friday 10:30 ??)&lt;br /&gt;  3. Mahabharat - Sunday 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;  2. Buniyaad - Tuesday / Saturday - 9:00pm&lt;br /&gt;  1. Quiz Time - Sunday 9:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks DD for broadcasting some lovely serials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6287614220569436797?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6287614220569436797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6287614220569436797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6287614220569436797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6287614220569436797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/doordarshan-darshakon-ko-namaskar.html' title='Doordarshan darshakon Ko Namaskar'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8589100534287887260</id><published>2009-09-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:25:10.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Play date</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe had a play date with friends from her new school on wednesday. I made few interesting observations:&lt;br /&gt;My kid actually listened to what I said to her - there was a huge lawn in the complex and a fountain in the center. All kids love playing with sand and water ...thats a given. But this being a fountain put in for aesthetic purpose, all mommies didn't want their kids to play with it. While most moms struggled to contain their kids ... a simple "talk" was enough with my daughter. &lt;br /&gt;She remembered to ASK : Once we went back to the host's apartment.... the kids attacked the cookies / sweets laid out on the table for them. Cantaloupe asked me if she could have one ... of course I said Yes ... but then she remembered the "No sweets after 6 on weekdays" made me really proud. &lt;br /&gt;She was having a jolly good time when I reminded her that it was time to leave - she put in a small protest saying she wasn't done with her playing ... but gave in. There have been episodes in the past where she has negotiated about staying longer for more than 10 - 15mins. Not this time though :)&lt;br /&gt;She Cleaned: Yes she did ... while other mommies just left with their kids. When I asked her to clean up, she pointed out that others had played but hadn't cleaned up. So I said, never mind what others do .. you do your part. She cleaned up some toys and I didn't insist on cleaning up everything. I had to be fair to her .. afterall I had seen her play with only a guitar and a truck most of the times. But nonetheless, she cleared some of the other toys as well.&lt;br /&gt;She thanked the hostess,  put on her shoes / socks and waved bye to her friends in the most dignified manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly ask for a better behaviour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy V commented that she is not used to wearing spaghetti tops but her son (5 yr old) may get curious when he sees others wearing it ... so in order to make it a norm, she was planning to start wearing them. - REALLY??&lt;br /&gt;Mommy A1 said her 1.5 yr old son often twists / dislocated his hand bones (carpus ??) ... and she just twists it and brings it back to position. OUCH !&lt;br /&gt;Mommy P said she goes to gym only to relax and re-energise herself. - WOW !&lt;br /&gt;Mommy A2 said the kids bring out the inner devils in their moms - LOL !&lt;br /&gt;Mommy C felt clean up after playing is part of play date and leaving the toys lying all over the place is not a good practice - THATS ME :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was a nice time ... and I dont' mind doing this once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8589100534287887260?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8589100534287887260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8589100534287887260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8589100534287887260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8589100534287887260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-date.html' title='Play date'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5844225146368830651</id><published>2009-09-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:31:14.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning experiences'/><title type='text'>Moderated Words</title><content type='html'>The other day I was lazing around with my laptop keeping an eye on Cantaloupe who was playing with her toys. Cantaloupe used the word 'F***' and I was startled ... thankfully I didn't react. Then I followed her more closely and understood what she was doing. She was pretending to be a magician and was apparently saying a magic code "Fallammboo ... Footuta ... Filliata ... F***"&lt;br /&gt;She went ahead and pointed each of her doll to be representing each of the magic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I somehow felt uncomfortable with her usage of the word and asked her to not use the word. As expected she asked me why she couldn't use it ... I mumbled something on the lines of it being a meaningless word and there were other words famously used by magicians like "Abracadabra Allaka Zoo" and that she could use those. May be she was too involved in her game to question me further and continued with her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What do you guys do when you hear your child speaking words not meant for their age? Do you disapprove of the usage immediately or you don't make a big deal out of it and leave it there hoping they will forget the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5844225146368830651?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5844225146368830651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5844225146368830651' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5844225146368830651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5844225146368830651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/moderated-words.html' title='Moderated Words'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-334295489367285819</id><published>2009-09-06T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:53:58.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Two  kids - One game</title><content type='html'>How do you balance out the interest of 2 kids of different ages at home ? Thats becoming such a different challenge for me to handle these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anything I start out with Junior is baby game or boring for Cantaloupe and Junior just has her own rules when I attempt playing anything with her sister. Like the other day, I wanted Cantaloupe to not be left out of family fun and introduced her to Carrom, (this was a popular game with us kids while I grew up ... none of us came close to becoming champions, but nonetheless we had so much fun) So I arranged the carrom pawns on the board and stepped out for about 5 secs to fetch the powder and what do I see when I come back ?? Junior in the middle of the board throwing the pawns in all possible direction and thus ended my grand plans of carrom with Cantaloupe.&lt;br /&gt; Also another day, Cantaloupe wanted to play -pretend doctor / patient with me. So I was the patient and she was my doctor. She had her stethoscope and pretended to check me and prescribed me some pills. She was bought to give me a shot / injection when she found the same in Junior's mouth. Apparently it tasted better than a lollipop to Junior who made such a hue and cry before giving up the syringe. &lt;br /&gt; Board games are out of question ... there is no way the pawns will remain on the board ... triominos, snake and ladder - all gone for a toss.&lt;br /&gt; We manage to play pretend games sometimes ... Cantaloupe is irritated when Junior disrupts her game plans, but I try to convince her that Junior is her assistant in the task and is only helping out. But then why would anyone call the idea of pulling out ones' hair helping when she is pretending to be a hair dresser.&lt;br /&gt; I am running out of ideas on how to handle both kids together ... they manage just fine when they play with each other (well . most of the times ... ok sometimes they manage). So far dancing with music in the background or hide and seek have been working fairly well with both kids ... but then there are only so many spots in the house where one can hide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas please ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-334295489367285819?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/334295489367285819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=334295489367285819' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/334295489367285819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/334295489367285819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-kids-one-game.html' title='Two  kids - One game'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5888002697002120130</id><published>2009-09-01T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:34:31.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Television time</title><content type='html'>Was watching House Hunters last night with Cantaloupe. I was amazed with the kind of observations she made ...&lt;br /&gt;* There wasn't a refrigerator in the house ... we will not buy this house.&lt;br /&gt;* Why do they keep rushing with "Lets move on to the next room" , why don't they allow us to see the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;* Isnt' the paint too pale&lt;br /&gt;* Lets keep looking for the house in our neighborhood and see if we can afford it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: These were the exact observations I made :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5888002697002120130?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5888002697002120130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5888002697002120130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5888002697002120130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5888002697002120130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/09/television-time.html' title='Television time'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3282642070602244555</id><published>2009-08-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:22:37.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning experiences'/><title type='text'>The School choice ....</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe started school this week and suddenly she is all grown in my eyes ! (* wipes tears of pride*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It has been difficult on Cantaloupe to get adjusted to different schools we have put her in. There were several reasons for continued school / day care changes.&lt;br /&gt; Initially we lived in a different town and after much enquiries found a home day care which we thought suited our requirements at that time. Cantaloupe was about 6 months ... the place was very close to our house and about 5 mins drive from BP's office. Within 2 weeks of her stay there, we realised it didn't work for us. The main reason being, we dropped her as early as 7:00am and picked her by 10:00 am and the day care provider would have just woken up around the time. So we moved Cantaloupe to a private day care institution. It was a Jewish center and teachers were very friendly and my dear daughter had got well adjusted to the place. We simply loved it. We bought a house and had to move cities.&lt;br /&gt; We bought a house in the city where schools were considered "Good". We paid a hefty amount to just get ourselves 2 bed / 2 bath duplex .. reason being good school district. Anyways, we again changed Cantaloupe's day care. She was about a year now. But this time, we were more relaxed about her day care since my cousin provided home day care and she stayed in the same city as ours. Within a day or two Cantaloupe had gotten adjusted to my cousin. There were some older kids already coming there and she made great friends with them. &lt;br /&gt; A year passed and my cousin was scheduled to make her bi-yearly India trip. She'd be gone for 3 months which meant, we had to find alternate day care options. Satisfied with our thorough research, we put Cantaloupe in a homely yet private day care center. Clearly Cantaloupe was not happy here ... she cried her lungs out when we dropped her... would be seated quietly in a corner and we went to pick her up, would hug us just start crying. It was as if she demanded to know why she was being sent to this place. Those tears broke my heart like nothing before and I was hell bent on changing her day care.... though BP thought it was initial periods of adjustment.&lt;br /&gt; I stuck to my inner feelings and moved Cantaloupe to another place ... this time it was slightly further away from our house, but it seemed like a very caring place. There was visibly a large difference in Cantaloupes' moods within the first 2 days of her shifting to this new place. BP and I were greatly relieved ... Cantaloupe now spoke about her friends, her teachers and longed to go to her day care. She was two + now and was communicating very well. The teachers were so friendly, I couldn't have asked for anything more. It worked beautifully for us for the following year ....&lt;br /&gt;  And then we debated hard and long and finally decided to move her to one of the best pre-schools in town. Call it first time parents over enthusiasm ... but we did. The first week in this new school was not the best of her days. I had blogged about it &lt;a href="http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-care-story.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; In a month's time, Cantaloupe just seem to be having a blast in the school. What was interesting was there were minor complaints about her occasionally about missing her afternoon naps or talking with her friends during circle / story time. But she seem to be one of teacher's favourites :) (The teacher took a break after the academic year ... but didn't miss taking a picture of Cantaloupe before we went) She moved from Pre school to Pre K in the same school.&lt;br /&gt; We started talking to other parents about the advantages / disadvantages of Private / Public school. While it was clear Public schools were not too academic until 5th grade ... private schools which were a lot more like Indian schools with little focus on overall development. (read school I studied meaning "Academic focus") While I was not sure which one I wanted ( my reasoning being school focuses on academics, parents should focus on other activities including sports , music, arts whatever the child be interested in) ... BP was certain in his choice. He wanted "Overall child development" and not necessarily academic progress alone. His view was further validated by kids we saw who went to private and public schools. Of course private schools were a lot more expensive than public schools. (no fees as such, but donating school supplies and raising funds etc does cost) Another important point that BP had was the very reason we had moved to this area that being good schooling district ... so there was no point compromising on real estate and sending kids to Private schools.&lt;br /&gt; So after much debate / discussion, we chose to enroll Cantaloupe in Public school. The public school "assigned" to us happens to be a decent school and is just 2 crosses away from our house. So Cantaloupe has been cycling to school :) (one of my dreams was to have my kids bicycle to school ... thats the way I grew up )&lt;br /&gt; The first 2 days have been good ... the teacher seems efficient and knowledgeable and looks patient enough to deal with kindergartners. Only time will tell if our choice is wise ... till such time wishing Cantaloupe the very best in her new school :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3282642070602244555?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3282642070602244555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3282642070602244555' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3282642070602244555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3282642070602244555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/08/cantaloupe-started-school-this-week-and.html' title='The School choice ....'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-7771939312840186275</id><published>2009-08-19T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:54:41.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Big Day for Me</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe started school today ... Big Girl's school ... Kindergarten ... WOW !&lt;br /&gt;I better start accepting her as a Big girl !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-7771939312840186275?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/7771939312840186275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=7771939312840186275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7771939312840186275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/7771939312840186275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-day-for-me.html' title='Big Day for Me'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-673576865059910586</id><published>2009-08-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:15:24.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>How can this be happening?</title><content type='html'>Junior announces (in fact runs from any corner of the house to find us) and announces "Poo Poo" and then does the act !!&lt;br /&gt;Potty training was never in my mind ... why does this girl remind me of things I am not ready for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I thought the first time was a coincidence ... it has happened consistently for the past week ... hmm ... really how can this be happening???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-673576865059910586?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/673576865059910586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=673576865059910586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/673576865059910586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/673576865059910586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-can-this-be-happening.html' title='How can this be happening?'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2535817798960303256</id><published>2009-08-13T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:43:42.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Dreadful</title><content type='html'>What is the most dreaded thing for anyone ?&lt;br /&gt; A phone call in the middle of the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats what I have received several times ..... and I got one yet again. &lt;br /&gt;The news was the same ... death of a loved one ... this time the person was my cousin.... my doddappa's son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much unexpected .... I had met him just about 10 days back during my India trip. We had had a good time ... as always he had recollected my toddler days and couldn't believe I was already a mother of two. Oh ... he had so loved the salted cashews I had taken from US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now ... he is gone ... just like that ... no sufferings ... no words ... just as he was getting ready to cheer his 9 yr old daughter in her TT match ... gone ! Shocking to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2535817798960303256?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2535817798960303256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2535817798960303256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2535817798960303256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2535817798960303256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreadful.html' title='Dreadful'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2748146417770612572</id><published>2009-08-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:48:10.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>US - India - US - Vacation updates and more ...</title><content type='html'>India trip was great ... it wasn't the like any of my earlier visits. This was the first time I was travelling with 2 kids by myself. I dreaded the flight journey ... I had expected the worst... turned out so much better than I had imagined. Infact the journey from here to India was almost uneventful and quite comfortable. It helped that our flight got delayed here in SF. That meant hardly any transit time in Hong Kong. We reached Bengaluru on time. Since I was travelling with my MIL, we had requested wheelchair assistance. So the porters in the Airport took care of our luggage as well. We were also given priority in the "Flu Screening" and Immigration / Customs queue. All our luggage arrived in less than 10 mins ... considering we had checked in 7 suitcases, it was no short of a miracle. In all we were out of the airport in less than 20mins of our flight landing at the airport. Pretty Awesome I thought !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was visiting India after 4 long years and it felt very surreal to drive from the International Airport to BIL's place. There was hardly any traffic ... the highway was in excellent condition ... the airport itself was amazing ... the gentle breeze at 2:30 am felt very relaxing after our long flight journey. &lt;br /&gt; I chose to spend most of my time in my hometown since my MIL had stayed with us for the past 4 months ... my parents especially my dad who was seeing Junior for the first time since her birth were anxiously waiting for our arrival. &lt;br /&gt;The highlights of my trip were:&lt;br /&gt;* My parents meeting both my kids&lt;br /&gt;* The girls bonding beautifully with grandparents. (Cantaloupe instantly bonded ... junior took some time). I let them have their time and was only too happy to stay in the background and observe their bonding.&lt;br /&gt;* Meeting my grandma for the first time since my grandpa's death last september. I had tossed and turned about my how frail my grandma would be (both mentally and physically). I didn't know how I'd begin to console her of her loss ... in short I didn't know how I would face her ... but she made it very easy on me. Indeed she had become very weak ... she had gained atleast 5 years of age in the last 5 months ... but then her warm presence was still there. Her love and warmth could never be missed. Junior, who had so much stranger anxiety jumped and clapped when we visited my grandma's house. It was as well Junior knew the place all along ... I was almost shocked.&lt;br /&gt;* Seeing all my relatives after a very long time ... most of them had changed / renovated their houses. The family dynamics has changed so much since my last visit ... sigh ! (I am so glad I don't have to deal with trivial family politics on a daily basis )&lt;br /&gt;* Shopping spree took a new meaning in my world ... never in my life have I made so many shopping trips. (note: I made several trips ... not that I shopped a lot ... small things required multiple visits... like the visit to the tailor or the visit to the embroidery lady or the visit to the electrician ... )&lt;br /&gt;* I hogged ... hogged and hogged some more as if I was food deprived. Amma's Thair Vada / Bisi Bele Bhath / Tengolu / Obbattu / Plum Cake GTR Masala Dosa, Raghavendra Bakery Plain Cake , Veggie Puffs and Ajji's Kobbari Mittai still rock ! The new delicacy I tried "Jolada Rotti" is plain yummy !&lt;br /&gt;* We hosted the first ever kids party in India. (Cantaloupes 5th year birthday party was super hit with her ... she met all her cousins and hosted the games) It was a very nice way to meet up a lot of folks whom I would otherwise have never got to visit. (due to lack to time)&lt;br /&gt;* Showed most tourist attractions to Cantaloupe ... only to be disappointed with her constant interest in the snack bag :(&lt;br /&gt;* "Nutty Delight" and "Mango Delight" still are the best "Joy" flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of things I never considered before my travel:&lt;br /&gt;* Jet Lag&lt;br /&gt;* Jet Lag&lt;br /&gt;* Jet Lag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man ... they hit the kids ... and hit me hard. The kids woke up at 2:00am every morning for more than a week of our landing in India and I had to entertain them. Just when they were almost used to IST timings we flew back and had to deal with the same again !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New challenges await us from next week ... Cantaloupes' school and Junior's day care are the most important ones in the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2748146417770612572?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2748146417770612572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2748146417770612572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2748146417770612572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2748146417770612572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/08/us-india-us-vacation-updates-and-more.html' title='US - India - US - Vacation updates and more ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-111693258003767341</id><published>2009-07-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:52:27.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home coming'/><title type='text'>Blogging break</title><content type='html'>On a break till end of month ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-111693258003767341?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/111693258003767341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=111693258003767341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/111693258003767341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/111693258003767341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging break'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-8118510395729852426</id><published>2009-06-24T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:39:08.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>Heights of enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>So Cantaloupe gets a new activity book to work on before going to bed. Its a sticker book, where she needs to find various stickers and paste them on the right shadow ... making sure of the context on the page. (transportation, pre-historic, birds etc etc)&lt;br /&gt; As always with new items bought, she was all excited to work on the same with me. Within 10 mins of us starting the activity she says "Amma, I asked you to look over my job ... not take over !!" (she said "nodu antha helde Madu antha hela lilla")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What can I say .... I still get excited working on a new project ... perhaps a little too much at times :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8118510395729852426?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8118510395729852426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8118510395729852426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8118510395729852426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8118510395729852426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/06/heights-of-enthusiasm.html' title='Heights of enthusiasm'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-639402022874069199</id><published>2009-06-19T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:49:10.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>What kind of mother</title><content type='html'>1. Doesn't let her 5 year old learn to turn on the TV by herself ? *&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't let her 5 year old fiddle with the laptop for more than 10 mins? **&lt;br /&gt;3. Hasn't introduced her daughter to the world of video games ??***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ... well ... that would be my kind of mother :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;* She can very well turn on the TV, but its configured for DVD / VCR/ Cam Coder and other modes and doesn't know the concept of these modes&lt;br /&gt;** Strictly Starfalls&lt;br /&gt;*** Has never played with any thus far !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-639402022874069199?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/639402022874069199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=639402022874069199' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/639402022874069199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/639402022874069199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-kind-of-mother.html' title='What kind of mother'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-875089768404125990</id><published>2009-06-08T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:18:58.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>You know you have become a good story teller when ...</title><content type='html'>Your 5 year old daughter cheers for you loudly in bed when your name is announced as a winner in a story told to her about your school days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-875089768404125990?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/875089768404125990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=875089768404125990' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/875089768404125990'/><link 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/&gt;Place: Neighborhood Grocery Store&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished: Junior drinks Fruity with a straw&lt;br /&gt;Note: Cantaloupe gracefully shared the juice first and quickly realised that Junior was a pro with the straw and demanded the pack from her quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: Junior land&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished: Junior successfully climbs up the "Spiral Stairs" &lt;br /&gt;Note: Has climbed the same as a pro there after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:20am&lt;br /&gt;Plane: Junior Land, Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished: Junior successfully descends from the bed taller than her&lt;br /&gt;Note: Has realised that descending face down is dangerous and slides on her tummy before jumping and landing on her legs with hands outstretched (resembling the landing of gymnast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Unresolved: Why didn't the parents realise that she might have acquired the skill set much earlier? And more importantly how did she learn them and execute it like a pro???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-8707089461391575492?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/8707089461391575492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=8707089461391575492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8707089461391575492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/8707089461391575492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/06/report-card.html' title='Report card'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2199044876156417895</id><published>2009-05-19T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:43:42.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior turns ONE !!</title><content type='html'>Oh my Sweet little Junior ... &lt;br /&gt; what can I about someone whose smile just brightens the day for everyone in the house... about someone whose attention everyone seeks... who is barely one but has all of us including your stubborn sister tied to your little finger. &lt;br /&gt; I still remember the day you started growing inside me .... this may sound crazy, but some how I knew I was pregnant  way before I took the pregnancy home tests. Your dad was more keen about having you than your stupid mom who was scared of losing her sleep which she had barely gotten back. But the moment I realised you were going to come into our lives, my whole spirit was lifted and I was happy. This was going to be my last pregnancy and I wanted to enjoy every moment and I did. &lt;br /&gt; You were a good kid inside me and did not trouble me much except when I forgot about you and organised a fun fair community event and over stressed myself when I was 32 weeks pregnant. Boy ! Was I scared I'd deliver a pre-mature baby at that time !! But you were fine and arrived just 5 days before your due date on 20th May at 12:49 pm. I was really alert when they operated me and pulled you out ... but once I got a glimpse of you and they took you for clean up ... I fell asleep. It was only after blissful sleep of 20 mins that I got to see you and I fell in love with you instantly. You were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen ... I still remember those lovely red lips and little eyes. Your dad and I argued about your eye color. You dad thought they were green just like his brothers ... and I hate green eyes ... and furiously shot back that they were brown. I am so glad you have such lovely eyes.&lt;br /&gt; My mom, still maintains that you were the loveliest baby she has seen thus far .... an honor she had bestowed on your chikki (my sister) thus far :)&lt;br /&gt; You were a great baby from the beginning .... a very happy and cheerful one ... you started smiling / responding very early and those dimpled simples always attracted people. In fact your chikkappa named you "Smiley". &lt;br /&gt; I can see how different kids of the same parents can be ... while you adore your sister and almost worship the ground she walks on, you are very different from her. I can see that you have clearly inherited the love for pets from your daddy ... who I must add is very very proud of you for that. (he is tired of this grumpy mother of yours who is refusing to get a pet home) &lt;br /&gt; You love music ... anything from carnatic classical to nursery rhymes to bollywood songs. But then you expect the music to be played everytime you are fed ... now that is proving to be challenge  to change tracks for every spoon that I feed you. You are a very picky eater now and that is bothering me endlessly. It doesn't help that friends and family have commented that the once chubby you is now more like me. (I am extremely skinny and I am called Kaddi meaning stick). Its not that you do not know how to eat .. you had mastered eating chapati when you were 6 months ... you were fed rice when you were 6+ months ... and you enjoyed eating it nevermind you had no teeth to chew :)&lt;br /&gt;  Your first 6 months led all of us to wrongly conclude that you were a sweet little angel who just loved being by yourself and smiled at every single person in sight. The day after you completed 6 months, you turned out quite different... you learnt to sit by yourself , crawl, identify objects, switch to your daddy's side from being mommy's darling. babble, demand things when you needed .... it was as if someone switched on a button and you were a different person overnight. Your chikki who was in India during that period and came back after a long 3 months vacation could hardly believe the naughty little kid she was seeing was indeed you !&lt;br /&gt;  You have been a great baby thus far. You easily got adjusted to sleeping in your room in your crib. You refused the bottle but mastered to drink with a sippy cup from Day 1. You love parks, dogs, flowers, library, butterflies and birds. &lt;br /&gt; You love your sister as much as she loves you. Please continue to brighten our spirits with your smiles.&lt;br /&gt; God bless you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;- Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2199044876156417895?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2199044876156417895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2199044876156417895' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2199044876156417895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2199044876156417895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/05/junior-turns-one.html' title='Junior turns ONE !!'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4857517525406635976</id><published>2009-05-11T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:51:20.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Weekend that was ...</title><content type='html'>It was a perfect sunday here. Bright and sunny and I started mother's day rather early... woke to the bright smiles to my dear daughters. I almost felt honored to share the day with Junior first birthday. Her actual birthday falls on 20th May ... but per Hindu calendar, it was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt; My darling ... the constant babbler ... the one with the warmest smile and cutest dimple in the whole wide world turned one.  I don't want her grow so fast. I want to believe that she is not yet one ... she is still my little baby who will depend on me for everything.&lt;br /&gt; We went out in the morning and bought her a very cute green polka dot swim suit. We headed out to the pool in the after noon and she had her first swimming pool experience. And boy ! She had a blast or what ! Everytime her God, her sister stretched her arms and kicked her feet (attempting to swim) the birthday girl jumped in joy. Tried to splash the water on everyone as if to say, I can do exactly what you are doing. Thankfully I remembered to carry the camera and recorded the important event. It was so hard to get her out of the pool ... &lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, we went out to cold stone and she got her first taste of Coldstone ice cream. The sucker for taste that she is, relished it just the way it should be. I had prepared special dinner which she enjoyed as well. I am so glad she appreciates good food just like her mom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And oh! I watched the Amazing race and Apprentice finals. Both kids were asleep by 9:00pm and I decided to use the rare time to watch TV. Amazing race was ok ... but the Celebrity Apprentice was a stretch and waste of time. I could care less about who won. (and yet watched)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4857517525406635976?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4857517525406635976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4857517525406635976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4857517525406635976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4857517525406635976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-that-was.html' title='Weekend that was ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1616843921213576002</id><published>2009-05-07T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:33:56.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning experiences'/><title type='text'>Study time for Cantaloupe</title><content type='html'>Cantaloupe and I have formed a routine of sorts now. 7:30 - 8:00 pm is STUDY TIME !!&lt;br /&gt;She drops everything she is doing when I announce it is study time and obediently sits in the room after the gathering the books I ask her to. &lt;br /&gt;We both say our prayer and invariably begin with an art. I ask her to draw something, usually something she has learnt in school that week, like a butterfly, spider, lady bug, house fly , bee etc etc.&lt;br /&gt; Once she is done with the drawing, I ask her to tell me things that she knows / has learnt about the insect. She says 2-3 sentences sometimes... other times weaves an entire story around the bug in spotlight. I think this sets the right spirit for her to get going with her maths / phonics. We try to do different activities during this time ranging from a short dictation to addition to subtraction to patterns to crosswords to Kannada reading / writing. Some days go more smoothly than others and she really shows a lot of interest in doing her activities. Other days she needs some nudging, then some encouraging, then some more encouraging in the borderline of threatening and occasionally yelling :( Yelling is rarity ... but it has happened. I am working on it. But no matter what we sit together for atleast 30 minutes and spend quality time learning something. I think its important for her ... she is going to be 5 and will start Kindergarten this september. I am told that homework for kindergartners is close to 30 mins. Knowing Cantaloupe, getting her to sit in one place and concentrate on one activity at a time a big challenge and hence I am just trying to gear her up better for kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt; I am glad we have a start .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1616843921213576002?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1616843921213576002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1616843921213576002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1616843921213576002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1616843921213576002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-time-for-cantaloupe.html' title='Study time for Cantaloupe'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1238361411269796576</id><published>2009-04-30T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:15:43.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy moments'/><title type='text'>Morning madness</title><content type='html'>Another thursday dawned ... the alarm went off at sharp 5:30am. I snuggled in my comforter and hugged BP to latch on the last few minutes of sleep. Within 5 minutes we both were up and headed to get our chores done. I took my shower and came down to see Junior in BP's arms. He trying hard to feed her the milk and she refusing it. I continued to add on spices to the boiling water he had kept for our morning tea. We had our tea and he rushed upstairs to get dressed to work. &lt;br /&gt; I prepared breakfast (poha), packed 3 lunch dabbas for BP, Cantaloupe and self, set the cooker for rice and dal, prepared fresh coffee decoction and was cutting the apples for Cantaloupe's lunch when I heard her voice. Meanwhile BP came down and left for work. I went upstairs to find Cantaloupe awake and wanted to play with Junior on her bed. The little was only too eager to oblige. Good... I can prepare rasam I thought and headed back to the kitchen. I could hear the girls having a good time. 10 mins later I went upstairs ... Junior jumped at me indicating she was done playing there and I asked Cantaloupe to come downstairs. We turned on some nursery rhymes and were singing and dancing for some time. I looked at the clock and it was close to 8'o clock. I asked Cantaloupe to rush to the bathroom so we were not late. Thats when everything started going wrong.&lt;br /&gt; First she reminded me that she had not studied in the morning. (we usually sit together and study / pray for 15 mins in the morning). I was kind of worried we'd be late to school, but couldn't refuse her because afterall she wanted to "STUDY" :) She took her own sweet time to write the alphabets pausing every now and then to play with Junior and just look around or yawn. I was getting irritated by every second she was wasting but tried to be patient with her. It was around 8:20 and she was finally done. Good ! Now come on ... lets go for the bath I said. I am sleepy ... can I sleep? She asked. I knew she had her mind set on sleep .. How long? I asked ... Just 1 minute she assured me. I put the breakfast in a bowl and heated her milk and returned back and ordered her to go to the bathroom immediately. But I want to sleep for some more time she tried arguing.&lt;br /&gt; Fine, I will get dressed and then take you to school in exactly the same state that you are in I said calmly. She thought I was kidding and didn't take me seriously. &lt;br /&gt; 2 minutes later I declared, I am done ironing my clothes, if I don't see you in the bathroom now, you will not get a bath. Perhaps it was my tone that made the difference and she went to the bathroom. I bathed her and out she came for a new tantrum. I don't want you to pick my clothes... I want to pick it. I said, its already picked and if you don't want to wear these, you get another to wear. She did not protest much.&lt;br /&gt; She said her prayer and I gave her milk. She tried to be extra sweet and requested , Amma can I have my TV while eating breakfast. (she is allowed about 10 mins of TV during breakfast during which time I feed Junior and get dressed to work) It was already 8:45 ... I looked at the clock and said, sweetie you have about 5 mins for breakfast, I can feed you today if you want. But you don't get TV. &lt;br /&gt; She was very very upset with the proposal on hand and yelled out. I could care less and continued to feed Junior. She repeatedly asked me to turn on the TV and I continued to ignore her. There is about 3 mins left I warned her ... if you don't eat now, you will not get any breakfast today. I don't want breakfast, I don't want lunch , I don't want to eat anything today ... she shouted back. Fine I said, and pretended to pull out the lunch box from her bag. She realised that I was going to have none of her gimmicks today. I want my lunch ... I will be hungry amma ... please keep the green apples for me. Her voice had gotten much softer now and she seemed more calm. &lt;br /&gt; As I changed to my office wear, put on your socks and shoes before I am done, else you will go bare foot to school I announced. I heard no protest but she was crying by now. I picked my office bag to see her ready ... but she continues to cry. I asked Do you want me to clean your face or you want to tell today's story to your friends at school? Please clean me up, she requested. &lt;br /&gt; We drove to school ... we were late by about 4 minutes. She apologised multiple times on the way to school for her bad behavior. Do you want to have some breakfast now I asked ... Yes amma .. she said. I immediately fed her few spoons of Poha (I would have never been able to eat in peace if she had refused her breakfast and I was damn hungry :( )  I waived her good bye and drove to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most days are not so bad ... Cantaloupe understands her routine and likes her school. But to get her ready on time is somewhat a challenge ... but today was exceptionally bad. Most times I would have yelled at her for her bad behaviour ... it started out the same today as well ... but soon I took a different approach to deal with her. I think this "Non yelling" method is much better than the other one ... only I need to be consistent with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1238361411269796576?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1238361411269796576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1238361411269796576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1238361411269796576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1238361411269796576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-madness.html' title='Morning madness'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-623462767386612639</id><published>2009-04-20T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:16:02.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Around the world in 80 clicks</title><content type='html'>Reading the title of the post itself is sufficient for anyone to know what I am writing about here. I have been tagged by Kodi's mom to write about the 5 things I loved about motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my list: (A big HUG and thank you notes to Cantaloupe and Junior for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the fact that with motherhood I am able to let loose and enjoy life. All my student days I was the nerd who was quite content and happy with the limited friends I had. I was too busy with my books / music / essays / dramatics / debates etc to care about just relaxing and socializing Some mistook me that for egoism. Anyways, motherhood as liberated me. I have an extended social circle now .. motherhood introduced me to some great friends and I am thankful for the same. The quiet me has now become more extrovert than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love that I am able to don different professional hats in the name of motherhood. I am a fashion designer / hair stylist to my daughters. I spread out my artistic hands at times too ... I love shopping for my daughters. The transformation from a person who hardly went shopping in student days to an enthusiastic shopper is quiet amazing. I also love that I can bank on my girls for company :) (no more begging BP for company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love that I am able to love someone unconditionally. I know there are times when I may long for my solitude and quiet corner or peaceful nap and snap at my kids ... but deep down I love them unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have discovered new heights of respect for my parents. I am amazed by how they managed to raise us with so much love and care. I worship them now. I also have deep respect for my MIL for having managed to raise five kids on her own in a joint family with 25 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who see me these days are stunned by my patience. My patience has reached new levels with no conscious effort from my end.... thanks to motherhood. My parents are especially proud of me for this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many more things that I love being a mother ... but being a sucker for rules, I'll stop at five.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world already seems to have done this tag ... but nonetheless would like to tag &lt;a href="http://wondernoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://asaaan.wordpress.com/"&gt;Asaan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blogpourri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sujatha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moppettales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moppet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://babiesanon.wordpress.com"&gt;Poppins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://my2centstoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ceekay&lt;/a&gt; ... Ladies would like to hear about 5 things you love about motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-623462767386612639?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/623462767386612639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=623462767386612639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/623462767386612639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/623462767386612639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/04/around-world-in-80-clicks.html' title='Around the world in 80 clicks'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4867478719798475225</id><published>2009-04-10T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:52:24.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Chak De India - complete analysis</title><content type='html'>Watching movie with my daughters is a rarity in our household. If we end up watching something together, it might be a Jungle Book or Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was tempted to watch Chak De India ... Cantaloupe was awake. I didn't think there was anything inappropriate in the movie and so decided to watch it in her presence. Bad idea ... the questions never seem to end&lt;br /&gt;Sample this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why is he shivering? (pointing at SRK who in the scene right after Indian team had won the world cup)&lt;br /&gt;* Is Australian food very tasty ? (looking at girls filling their plates in one of the songs)&lt;br /&gt;* Are they missing their family ? (when the girls are disappointed after their first game with Australia)&lt;br /&gt;* Are they going to sleep in the saree? (the party scene where all girls are in saree)&lt;br /&gt;* Why should they always listen to their coach ... can't they think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Does she want to use the potty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked this question when SRK and his mother return back to their house after the world cup. They enter the house and SRK comes out and looks around. At first it didn't register in my mind why she has asked that question ... later realised that SRK and his mother had together entered the house and only SRK had come out and hence her question ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4867478719798475225?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4867478719798475225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4867478719798475225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4867478719798475225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4867478719798475225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/04/chak-de-india-complete-analysis.html' title='Chak De India - complete analysis'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6565249023800913403</id><published>2009-04-01T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:46:29.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Every Individual is Different</title><content type='html'>When my mother stayed with us, she bonded instantly with the kids. Cantaloupe welcomed her grandma with open arms and Junior was just a baby to know anything. My mother enjoyed spending time with her grandkids. The thought of leaving behind her grandkids saddened her days before she went back to India. She continues to miss them now that she is in India. But she has established a bond with atleast Cantaloupe strong enough to stand against the distance separating them. They just connect with their heart.&lt;br /&gt; My MIL is here with us now. The friendlier child that she is Cantaloupe has opened up to her instantly. Junior is gradually bonding with her. But MIL is showing some restraint. Her reasoning is that it is easy to get attached to kids when staying with them, but she is going to mighty miss them when she returns back to India. So she doesn't want to bond as much with her grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .... two different grandmas.... two completely different views ... Which one suits you better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6565249023800913403?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6565249023800913403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6565249023800913403' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6565249023800913403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6565249023800913403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-individual-is-different.html' title='Every Individual is Different'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6982113979921409660</id><published>2009-03-25T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:43:38.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Cantaloupe reads her first book</title><content type='html'>I slept satisfied last night. My 4+ year old daughter read Dr.Suess Hop on Pop all by herself !!!! She completed all 64 pages of reading in straight 10 mins. When I hugged her and congratulated her on her feat, expression on her face was priceless. She was so satisfied with herself and offered to read another book by herself. &lt;br /&gt;WOW I never realised that her focus level had improved from reading 10 pages to 64 pages in one go.*  Way to go dear !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Cantaloupe has been reading for a while now, only it was for short periods. This was the first time she read a book completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6982113979921409660?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6982113979921409660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6982113979921409660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6982113979921409660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6982113979921409660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/03/cantaloupe-reads-her-first-book.html' title='Cantaloupe reads her first book'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2530578345426490556</id><published>2009-03-17T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:02:38.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Me ... my family</title><content type='html'>We were functioning like a well oiled machine these days. Our schedule was fixed and almost predictable. Then came the day light savings and we seem to have an extra hour to spend in the evenings. It feels great since we spend this extra hour in the park as a family. Earlier, I always felt left out since BP went to the park with the girls while I came home and prepared dinner and completed the daily chores before they got back. Then we all spent the time together. Now, I get to go to the park as well ... the girls love the presence of both their parents and I end up exercising without my knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am seeing gradual shift in the girls loyalties ... earlier Junior stuck with me all the time now she is daddy's girl. BP swears it is only because she follows her source of food ... now that I have weaned her, she tries to get those biscuits from her dad. (of course mama doesn't give her any of those). Cantaloupe is becoming my little girl these days. She is slowly but surely understanding that doing her math and reading is a guaranteed shot of winning mama's heart. She tries to initially get away from reading, but stern look on my face ensures she doesn't get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I introduced Cantaloupe to word building game sometime back and she took instant liking to it. She insists on playing it atleast once a day. Initially she had to just identify the last letter and say a word ... slowly I am trying to get her to spell the word as well. She can now comfortably read beginner's books in the library. I have new regards to Dr.Suess books these days ... they are simple and boast the kids' confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Junior is the darling of the house. Each one of us whether it is BP, Cantaloupe or me want a piece of her all the time. Wonder if her cheeks hurt with all the kisses poured on her from us. Poor thing, just squeaks when she is irritated and forgets it soon. She crawls in and around the house most of the time and is on the look out for any tiny piece of dirt she can stuff her mouth with. She particularly loves to tear paper and mess up the neatly stacked DVD/CDs. Her favorite passtime is to grab any toy that her sister is playing with and throw it in random direction. Perhaps her way of involving herself in her sister's games. ("Amma, Junior is disturbing me... amma Junior is throwing my teddy is a mantra I hear all the time) Cantaloupe sweetly advises her sister "Kuchi (only she is allowed to address Junior as Kuchi), you never throw the toys ... you are supposed to play with them. Kuchi why don't you play with your toys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP and I love to watch the girls play by themselves ... though we get this pleasure for only a few minutes before it abruptly ends with either Cantaloupe yelling out her mantra or junior finding more interesting things like a small piece of rubber to chew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2530578345426490556?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2530578345426490556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2530578345426490556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2530578345426490556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2530578345426490556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-my-family.html' title='Me ... my family'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-3463474785822588449</id><published>2009-03-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:45:15.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Thus, I became a mom ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifeofanindianhomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;IHM&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to do this one... and relive my memory... thank you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (always wanted babies after marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;I am already pregnant ??? Didn't we decide just few days back, we were ready for babies ??? Why isn't BP showing all the Bollywood style reaction. (BP just hugged me and said Congratulations ... lets call up our parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Well ... just old enough to have a baby :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;Good old home pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;BP and I waited for the home pregnancy test results ... and couple of minutes later told our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DUE DATE?&lt;br /&gt;Cancerian ... though I think BP was hoping she'd be a Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.... sometimes wondered if I was pregnant at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Ate almost everything ... specially liked Strawberries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;I rarely got irritated ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?&lt;br /&gt;A girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?&lt;br /&gt;Not really ... but almost everyone had told me it was going to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;42 pounds ... I was huge !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.... the very next day of my mom's arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;I knew about it ... what I didn't know was all the arrangements could be made in less than 24 hours and yet the event would turn just the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;Initially ... I had some spotting / bleeding. I was travelling when spotting started and I thought I had lost my baby... however BP was confident nothing was wrong. Was advised rest for few weeks ... and I was good as ever after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?&lt;br /&gt;Four-Five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL/BIRTH CENTER?&lt;br /&gt;BP.... we had to drive to the hospital at 2:30 am when my water broke ... BP kept blaberring something ... he was visibly nervous and so was my mom. I was cool as a cucumber :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;BP and the gynae team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?&lt;br /&gt;C-Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;You bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?&lt;br /&gt;7.4 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ?&lt;br /&gt;9: 42 am :)&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor announced that the time was 9:42am when she pulled out my girl and I could hear the little one's cry loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED THE SEX OF THE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;I was sedated ... was grinning, was overwhelmed ... could not react much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST REACTION ON SEEING THE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed ... before I could react, I almost fell asleep. I think I slept for almost 24 hours on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. DID YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Nope ... I slept :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;She is a four and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pregnancy was such a lovely phase ... I got ample rest and pampered lot during those days. I miss being pregnant :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tag Usha, Tharini, Kodi's mom, CeeKay, Boo and Poppy... infact all mom's are welcome to take up this tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-3463474785822588449?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/3463474785822588449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=3463474785822588449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3463474785822588449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/3463474785822588449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/03/thus-i-became-mom.html' title='Thus, I became a mom ...'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4588222248129797395</id><published>2009-02-20T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:47:39.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior is already 9 months</title><content type='html'>My little daughter completes 9 months today. The progress she has made in the past 9 days is just amazing ... well  did I say progress in 9 days ... yes thats true ... &lt;br /&gt; We were at this community event last week and Junior loved it. We have always thought that Junior is shy and hates crowd ... she proved us wrong and clarified that while she hated being in the middle of adults, she just loved kids. No stranger anxiety there. If a kid of 5 years came in her vicinity, she squealed with excitement ... but when an adult stood looking at her she screamed and frowned and looked for comfort.&lt;br /&gt; Whether it was this 10 month old baby that she saw crawling all around the community hall or whether it was firm carpet there ... but ever since we are back from that event, she has been crawling all around the house. It was as if, she mastered the skill over night. Earlier she'd crawl 2 steps and sit back... as if something was holding her back. Now there is no looking back ... she feels liberated. &lt;br /&gt; She has already ransacked the DVD rack and Cantaloupes's puzzles .... today she almost entered the bathroom to play with the bin. From sleeping on her back, she rolls over and sits up straight and then crawls ... all in less than 5 seconds. Hmm ... I should try that ... couple of times a day instead of desperately trying to tuck my tummy in my jeans.&lt;br /&gt; She babbles lot of sounds... most don't make sense ... but she CAN say "AMMA" ... also says it appropriately when she wants me to pick her or when she wants me to feed her etc. She almost says "Akka" (she says "Akkkkaaaaaaaaaooo ... Cantaloupe is only too pleased to hear that). Other words said are adda, abba ... and well you guessed it "Appa" :)&lt;br /&gt; She loves going out ... a stroller walk in the park is something she loves best ... but unfortunately we have not been able to take her on walks because of the cold weather and rain. The moment BP puts on his jacket she looks at his feet just to ensure he has his shoes on and jumps at him. This is something BP loves to test every morning before going to work.&lt;br /&gt; Junior is an early raiser ... she is up by 5:30am. Its nice in someways because that is the only time she gets sole attention. Most times, when both kids are up, one the parent is with each kid. Cantaloupe manages to sole attention in the night after Junior goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt; Junior loves chapatis. For the past few days she gets the same dinner as us and she is loving it. She now almost refuses to eat just rice cereals, unless she is extremely hungry. &lt;br /&gt; She still has that infectious toothless gummy smile... but I have a feeling she is teething and is likely to have 2 teeth in the next few days. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Junior loves her sister ... any day any time, sight of her sister brings a smile on her face. In fact the feeling is mutual. I am so glad and thankful to God for this love between the sisters. May God always bless them both with the same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Junior !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4588222248129797395?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4588222248129797395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4588222248129797395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4588222248129797395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4588222248129797395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/02/junior-is-already-9-months.html' title='Junior is already 9 months'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-1088858259222826918</id><published>2009-02-17T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:23:38.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Cantaloupe's stage performance.</title><content type='html'>We attended a social event this weekend. There was a play where kids donned costumes of legendary Karnataka personalities of the likes of Sir M Vishweshwariah, Purandara Dasa, Basavanna ... and Cantaloupe was Onake Obavva. (Obavva was a soldier's wife, a brave lady who fought for her land) It required Cantaloupe to say a few lines in period Kannada. (slightly difficult and very different from Colloquial language) But I made her repeat her lines atleast 15 days before the event day and so she was pretty confident and comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;  I began costume hunting few days back. Obavva required to tie a saree ... in a different style than our usual. (almost like Lavni style) The saree had to be checkered matching the times of the character. After some searching, my mom's purple cotton saree was chosen. (Cantaloupe has just 2 blouses ... so I had to find a saree to match the blouse) I folded the saree to Cantaloupe's length and stitched it. (long stitch) I am not very good at tying saree ... so I had to request my cousin to help me out. She readily agreed but the problem was she had no clue about this special style of draping the saree. We tried 6-7 times, to Cantaloupes's frustration but still couldn't get it right. &lt;br /&gt; So, I decided to give my best shot and if it didn't turn good, would settle for the normal saree style. I estimated the pleetes and pallu length and just ironed the same. And now I tried to drape the saree around Cantaloupe .... it seemed pretty easy. I was so glad to have figured out the technique finally.&lt;br /&gt; The day before the event, I re-ironed the pleetes and pallu. On the day of the event, saree was draped around Cantaloupe in less than 5 minutes. .. her hair tied back with flowers, waste band and chains/ necklaces / anklets made her look so much lady like. In less than 15 minutes my daughter transformed from a little 4 year old girl to 20 something lady. She walked with so much poise and grace that she put me to shame. (I am somehow not very confident in a saree )When I asked her if she was uncomfortable, she said "Not at all ... I am like ajji ... I love sarees ... they are so comfortable") &lt;br /&gt; She performed with confidence on stage ... perfect dialogue delivery and great conviction. I almost cried of joy ... my 4 year old performed with kids more than double her age and was the star of the show :)&lt;br /&gt; Amma ... I may not know how to drape myself well in a saree ... but I am quite good in draping around others !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-1088858259222826918?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/1088858259222826918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=1088858259222826918' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1088858259222826918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/1088858259222826918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/02/cantaloupes-stage-performance.html' title='Cantaloupe&apos;s stage performance.'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6162274757222333851</id><published>2009-02-10T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:44:57.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Wardrobe Threat</title><content type='html'>Scene: Myself trying desperately to fit into those lovely designer jeans I once wore in style ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn zip refusing to move, me trying harder, squeezing my ever bulging tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Cantaloupe seeing this and commenting, "Amma, those jeans are not your size ... you need a bigger size. But those jeans are lovely ... may be you can preserve them for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wardrobe is already under threat !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6162274757222333851?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6162274757222333851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6162274757222333851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6162274757222333851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6162274757222333851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/02/wardrobe-threat.html' title='Wardrobe Threat'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5520626873299429583</id><published>2009-02-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:38:53.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Equal Responsibility</title><content type='html'>The weekend was rather nice ... bright, sunny and warm after those cold days. Post lunch we went out for a walk. We had to return the borrowed DVDs as well. (Watched Oye Lucky ... nicely made movie) Cantaloupe chose to put on her skates. (bad choice) The moment we were out of our apartment complex, she wanted them out ... but her dad ignored her tantrums and continued to hold her, while she skated. I was only to happy to push the stroller and enjoy the sun. Junior was just glad to be out of the house.&lt;br /&gt; On our way back, we went to the library, where we met one of BP's good friends. (we were meeting this couple after 5+ years ... and they were coming to our current house for the first time.) They have a son and I generally asked the boy how old he was .... he was initially shy and later said four ... and his father smiled. He was a little shorter than Cantaloupe and was very shy and talked little. Cantaloupe was excited to have company in playing and willingly led the way home. &lt;br /&gt; Once we reached home, the little boy and Cantaloupe got busy playing and I settled down to talk to the mom while feeding Junior her snack. As is the case most of these days, I asked her opinion on Public schools and if she intended moving the boy from the Montessori he is going to a public school this year. She said, he still has sometime ... I was rather confused. (Public school applications are being distributed in the neighborhood right now and anyone willing to change should have known the same). As we got talking, I learnt that the boy had turned 3 just few days back ...uh??? (So why didn't the father correct the boy earlier ??? I thought)&lt;br /&gt; Junior needed diaper change and BP took her inside to do the needful. The boy's mom was rather surprised / pleased to see that. BP changes diapers?? she asked. Oh yeah .. he does I responded. In 3+ years, the boy's father has not changed a single diaper she said. If I am at a mall or some place away from home and his diaper needs to be changed, he calls me up ... I rush home and change the diapers ... she continued. You are lucky she concluded. Her husband also shamelessly admitted that he had no clue which school the child went to OR which public school he'd be going to next year. He just said mom will take care of everything. &lt;br /&gt; BP and I looked at each other ... BP beaming with pride for the compliment the lady just showered on him ... and me proud to have him as my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later BP told me that his friend is one of the best engineers he has ever come across ... has very high reputation in office. But I pointed out that, it was rather sad that he was not an involved dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seriously ... aren't dads and moms equally responsible for their kids? Isn't changing diapers one of many things they are responsible for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5520626873299429583?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5520626873299429583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5520626873299429583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5520626873299429583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5520626873299429583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/02/equal-responsibility.html' title='Equal Responsibility'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-2942952550602598228</id><published>2009-01-22T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:42:44.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Today's conversation in the car while dropping Cantaloupe to school who was unusually dull&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chinni, you are so dull today... what is the matter&lt;br /&gt;She: Amma I am sad&lt;br /&gt;Me (is she pretending again?): Hey ... you were just alright few minutes back ... what happened?&lt;br /&gt;She: I want Ajji &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ajji is in India &lt;br /&gt;She: But why? Why can't she be here with us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She has to take care of ajja&lt;br /&gt;She: Let chikki take care (chikki is my sister)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chikki stays here and has to take care of Chikkappa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent for a few seconds and I could see she was sad ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on, cheer up ... I don't like my daughter to be sad ...&lt;br /&gt;She: But amma ... Everybody has feelings ... I am sad. I really am feeling sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-2942952550602598228?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/2942952550602598228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=2942952550602598228' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2942952550602598228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/2942952550602598228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-6989789328838182621</id><published>2009-01-19T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:24:56.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior gets her ears pierced</title><content type='html'>Finally ... I repeat finally we got Junior's ears pierced. She has lovely red stone / gold studs and they look great on her. (nevermind BP, who thinks she would have looked fabulous in those green stone ones) Her tiny ears with those tiny studs just make me start wondering when my earring collection will be attacked. They are already under threat from Cantaloupe, who has decided that the rings I am currently having on my ears are "Loaned" to me. She takes pride in that she has shared her earrings with me. The reason she thinks its hers is because I put them on her few months back, and she loved it and declared it was hers. I thought they were slightly big for her and said she could have them when she was old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways... coming back to Junior ... we had been pushing her ear piercing from the day she turned 2 months ... I think it was partly because we did not think it was our priority and mostly because I was too scared that my little baby would be hurt and that I could not bear to see her that way. With Cantaloupe, we got her ears pierced when she was 2.5 months and at that time, I was enthusiastic about the whole event. But this time, somehow I wasn't very sure. I have heard some people comment that baby looks all grown with earrings ... so I didn't want my baby to grow so fast :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after postponing the event for the past couple of months, we decided that the further we delayed it, the harder it would get to hold her while piercing. So off we went to the mall nearby. We went to the exact same place where Cantaloupe had got her ears pierced. The lady there was young and seemed efficient. (We watched her pierce for another client) We selected the studs from the available ones. I had loved a dark red set, but unfortunately those did not come with first time piercing ... so we settled for something close, a lighter shade of the same. BP sat down with Junior and Cantaloupe hovered around him trying to talk to Junior and explain the procedure to her. I had the camera and was capturing the proceedings. After a couple attempts the lady marked the spots for piercing on the ears ... by then Junior was getting anxious and did not want to be with BP and stretched and bended towards me. I didn't have any choice but to hold her in my arms for the piercing. I asked the lady which direction suited her best and held Junior firmly and closed my eyes tight. A second later I heard Junior shriek ... I knew why and did not dare to open my eyes ... few seconds later Junior did it again and I took the deep breadth and opened my eyes. My daughter was crying her lungs out and I think she was almost shocked that her mom did this to her. I tried to soothe her by distracting her with the kid store located opposite to the piercing place. Amazingly she calmed down in less than 2 minutes ... it took a couple of more minutes for me to be my normal self again. Sample popsicles were being offered at the corner. BP and I looked at our lovely girls in pride as they got busy with the popsicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-6989789328838182621?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/6989789328838182621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=6989789328838182621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6989789328838182621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/6989789328838182621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/junior-gets-her-ears-pierced.html' title='Junior gets her ears pierced'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-974383091663789918</id><published>2009-01-16T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:29:22.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>2009 - New Sankrathi beginnings</title><content type='html'>This time Sankranthi was special in more than one ways.&lt;br /&gt; First and the foremost, it was the first Sankrathi for Junior. Though she may not understand anything much going around her, it was special for me. I say me, because BP is not the kind of person, who holds very high significance to festivals. He is the kind of person, who will be happy if I celebrate a particular festival and will certainly not care if I didn't. So the whole idea of celebrating anything is solely lies with me. And I am a person who rarely misses an opportunity to celebrate .... it makes it hard when festivals fall on weekdays. This year Makar Sankrathi was on a wednesday ... right in the middle of the week.&lt;br /&gt; For some reason I had imagined the festival to be on thursday. So, it came as a surprise when amma told me on tuesday that the festival was on wednesday. I had prepared the "Sakkare Achchu" (sugar candies) over the weekend. But the yellu prepration was still pending. The yellu we prepare basically requires yellu (til ...of course), roasted peanuts, finely cut copra, finely cut jaggary, and roasted chana dal. While I was busy mixing the rest items, BP quietly helped me with the copra (dry coconut). That was a surprise # 1. I had not seen this involvement from him in the past ... so I was only too happy to accept his help.&lt;br /&gt; The day of Sankrathi started as usual with BP and I rushing to office and kids going to their school / day care. I had an unusually long day at work and came home late. Now I had to cook as well go to friends' places to distribute the "Yellu". (this is an integral part of Sankranthi). I was rushing through the cooking in the kitchen when I noticed that BP was readying the kids for the distribution ... I was pleased by the gesture. But knowing his choice of clothes for the girls, thanked him for the sweet gesture and dressed the girls myself. Then came the biggest surprise ... BP got ready himself and said "Girls ... lets go and distribute Yellu to your friends".&lt;br /&gt; I was totally dumbstruck ... BP offering to take the kids out meant atleast an hour for my cooking !!!! I was so touched by this at that moment, all I did was just kiss BP on his forehead. He was happy, I had appreciated his gesture. Off the girls went with their dad for the distribution, while I completed cooking and cleaning before they were back. &lt;br /&gt; My BIL joined us for dinner and we had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my dad always took my sister and me out for the Yellu distribution. I had seen several dads take that initiative in my neighborhood ... so I had kind of taken this fact for granted that dads take their kids out. But after I got married, I was in for surprise when BP made his choice clear and did not want to be dragged into this. He did not infact insist on me going out either. I was going for the distribution only because I wanted to. This year, I am pleasantly surprised with the change in BP. THANK YOU HONEY !! I know you are doing this only with the intention of making me happy ... Thank you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-974383091663789918?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/974383091663789918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=974383091663789918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/974383091663789918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/974383091663789918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-sankrathi-beginnings.html' title='2009 - New Sankrathi beginnings'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5120334853771549095</id><published>2009-01-14T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:55:11.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Sankranthi</title><content type='html'>HAPPY MAKAR SANKRANTHI / PONGAL !!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your hot pongal / sugarcane / sugar candy (sakkare Achchu) / Yellu (til) !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5120334853771549095?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5120334853771549095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5120334853771549095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5120334853771549095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5120334853771549095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-sankranthi.html' title='Happy Sankranthi'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-5199785352960968068</id><published>2009-01-12T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:21:20.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><title type='text'>Junior starts day care</title><content type='html'>2009 has already changed a lot of things in our household. For one, Junior began her day care last week. My mom took care of her till such time when I went to work. Mom left over the weekend and Junior started day care.&lt;br /&gt; Junior being a shy kid with a lot of stranger anxiety, is not doing great yet. My cousin who stays close to my office, runs a home day care and she goes there. The first day was hard on Junior and us ... the moment she saw my cousin, she started crying loudly ... I sat there for sometime and she stuck with me all the time and did not even look at my cousin. We had taken her swing and some toys, so she could be in some familiar settings ... so I slowly put her on the swing. After few minutes she calmed down and fell asleep ... and I left to work. I went there during lunch break just to see how she was doing. She was not very happy ... but she wasn't crying either. The moment she saw me, she started yelling out ... and 4 seconds delay that I made in carrying her, she started crying. I tried to divert her attention in all possible ways I knew ... but she continued to cry. After few minutes, she spotted the keys in my hand and wanted it. So gave it to her and made her sit beside me. My cousin went in and came back with another set of keys. So we gave her those and I took back mine and slowly slipped away from her sight. Called my cousin to enquire how Junior was doing. She mentioned that she was not doing bad on her first day. BP picked her up a little later.&lt;br /&gt; There has been no change in events for the past week. She now smiles at my cousin, but only in my presence.&lt;br /&gt; I know that my cousin is good with kids and has loads of patience, very much an essential when dealing with the kids. But there are a few negatives ... firstly, there are no other kids there yet. My cousin had taken a break from running the day for her daughter's wedding and has reopened the day care last week. So far Junior is the only kid there. That is an advantage as well, since that would mean 100% attentin for Junior. But on the downside, Junior loves to be in the company of kids, which she is not getting at the moment. &lt;br /&gt; Another thing that I am unhappy about is, my cousin puts her to sleep for long times. She doesn't need so much sleep during the day. My cousin thinks that if she is awake, she might cry, so its better to put her to sleep. While I agree Junior obviously needs sleep during the day, but she can do with small naps. &lt;br /&gt; We will see how she does in the coming days ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-5199785352960968068?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/5199785352960968068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=5199785352960968068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5199785352960968068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/5199785352960968068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/junior-starts-day-care.html' title='Junior starts day care'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4387272470422336101</id><published>2009-01-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:09:00.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Moments'/><title type='text'>Yaadoin ke geet</title><content type='html'>I love music ... I can listen to any kind of Indian music ... be it Carnatic Classical, Folk Music, Movie songs, light music, Devotional .... any type. For the most part of my stay in India, I always thought Western music meant loud drums, noisy guitars and songs with no concept of pitch. It was sheer ignorance on my part ... I really cannot understand why this idea got into me ... but it did ... and for quite sometime. When I moved to a different city from my hometown, I lived with my uncle and family. My cousins there always listened to Western or bollywood. Initially I felt being robbed of all my serene moments with Carnatic classical ... but soon I began to appreciate other types of music too. Anyways ... Music is an essential part of me. I am likely to be singing / humming something many times a day. &lt;br /&gt; I also love to associate music with people. There are a lot of songs which remind me of a person and I relive moments spent with them during the course of the songs. Sometimes, they are pure magical moments ... other moments are not so pleasant. So, I'd like to list down the songs I associate people with ... mind you, they may not be the best songs, but they had an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;1. Minchu Hula, Minchadiru - My landing day in the US spent with my dear husband BP as a new bride&lt;br /&gt;2. Deena Na Bandiruve - My dad ... even when I am typing this, I recollect moments spent with my dad ... I just long to run back to Mysore and spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kajra re - Cantaloupe - I remember this incident when I was listening to Jaane Kahaan Gaye woh din. The sad song that this is, Cantaloupe who was 2 then was crying profusely (for no other reason other than listening to the song which she obviously did not understand). Seeing her cry, I switched the song to Kajra re and instantly she started jumping with joy and danced almost perfectly to the beats :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Doni Saagali Munde Hogali - My aunt and uncle. We were visiting them one summer and my uncle enthusiastically played the recorded duet he and my aunt had sung. My aunt had sung the song so perfectly in contrast to the below average singing of my uncle. None the less, the romance was definitely there in their singing :)&lt;br /&gt;5. John Jonny Janardhan: The song my mama sang in his honeymoon. (did get to hear it ... but he repeated it for us once he came back from honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ek Pal ka Jeena: My cousin Y dancing to this song. He must have been 10 and was very shy. His mother, who was trying to build his confidence and encourage him asked him to dance to this song. (My cousin has a good resemblance to Hritik, minus those muscles) His dance was awful, but we couldn't laugh since that would insult him. So we waited for him to leave to his house and burst out :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Tera Jadoo Chal Gaya: Those were the days my best friend and I were spending hours together on the office terrace, We'd talk to our heart's content with our respective guys and then order Pizza and endlessly talk. We sang this song almost everyday. (I hope my friend remembers)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tera Milna pal do Pal ka (sonu nigam): I gifted this album to my sister with my 3rd month salary. She loved it and would keep playing it ... so this song reminds of the time, I used to religiously visit my hometown every week and just relax and catch up with amma, daddy and sister.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laali Laali Sukumaara: My cousin R. She used to sing this song so beautifully when she was 3/4. It also reminds me of her mom, who passed away very very early. (when my cousin was 3/4)&lt;br /&gt;10.Oduva Nadi Saagarava: My MOM: A lovely romantic song, which my mom never fails to sings with such enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on with the list .... but let me stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Do specific songs bring back your old memories as well ... I'd love to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4387272470422336101?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4387272470422336101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4387272470422336101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4387272470422336101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4387272470422336101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2009/01/yaadoin-ke-geet.html' title='Yaadoin ke geet'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4527082661928664677</id><published>2008-12-31T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:57:04.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>2008 will be remembered in more one few way ... Junior arrived and completed our family. Cantaloupe's language has grown exponentially in both English and Kannada. My sister had her first baby ... mom spent a good part of the year with us. &lt;br /&gt; My grandpa passed away, causing a lot of pain to all of us. I felt especially helpless ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2009 will be fun filled and bring joy and satisfaction to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4527082661928664677?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4527082661928664677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4527082661928664677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4527082661928664677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4527082661928664677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235197052313165700.post-4834034339980671648</id><published>2008-12-25T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:34:54.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantaloupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Winter 2008</title><content type='html'>So our office is closed down for the Holidays (politically correct way of saying Christmas break). I had been waiting for this opportunity to relax and be home with the kids and not worry about some proposal / deliverables at work.&lt;br /&gt; Turns out, I am not all that lucky ... I need to clear some certification exams to continue to get my pay check. Our company came up with this idea of having all its employees clear atleast 2 certification exams in a year ... failure of which will lead in serious actions. Failure to do so 3 consecutive years may lead to job termination. While I understand the need to be update with the industry standards and technology, I think they need to relax this policy to some extend. I can rant about this for days together, but the bottom line is I have not completed all 6 certificates in 3 years and now I am pressurised to do so before end of 2008. Lazy cow that I am about these things, I have scheduled to give one exam, which means, most of my Christmas break will be spent on preparing for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Well ... thats my story.&lt;br /&gt; Moving on Cantaloupe ... she gave a spirited Winter program at school ... I loved the way little kids could match tunes and sang wonderfully those lovely Christmas songs. (Rudolf the reindeer, Frosty the snowman, You better watch out and of course Jingle bells and many others) They collect an insane amount of money as fees but ended up giving the kids just ONE CANDY STICK. Cantaloupe remembered our house rule of "No Candy" during weekdays and promptly gave the Candy to me. Of course, she got her candy during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt; We also set up some lighting and Christmas decorations neat the fireplace. We went out shopping for a Christmas tree ... but it was not in our price range and we ended up decorating one of our potted plants. Cantaloupe was thrilled decorating the plant all by herself. We also bought small gifts for our daughters and another one for my nephew. &lt;br /&gt; Cantaloupe got her first assessment card from school and I was thrilled to see all "A"s. She can now read uncomplicated words by herself ... is pretty good at addition and subtraction. Can tell the time pretty well ... and sings to her heart content, enjoys painting and playing pretend games with her toys.&lt;br /&gt; Junior is already 7 months and is the darling of the house. She is at peace with family members which includes dad, mom, sister, grandma, uncle and aunt. Anybody else is a stranger and is not welcome. So it came a surprise when she was calm and happy when &lt;a href="http://utbtkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;UTBT &lt;/a&gt;cuddled her. She can sit comfortably and is showing little interest in crawling. BP thinks she may skip that and walk someday. She has mastered the art of drawing attention when her loud "Hey" and loves the lullaby and "Ganesha Stutis". She loves watching her sister and dad play badminton and her favourite toy happens to be "Badminton Birdie". We have been putting off piecering her ears in our laziness ... hopefully she'll have those lovely studs in her ears soon.&lt;br /&gt; Its been rather cold in the bay area. The snow tip mountains we can see from our patio look just lovely. &lt;br /&gt;So thats the news from our household ... HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235197052313165700-4834034339980671648?l=cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/feeds/4834034339980671648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235197052313165700&amp;postID=4834034339980671648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4834034339980671648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235197052313165700/posts/default/4834034339980671648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutecantaloupe.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-2008.html' title='Winter 2008'/><author><name>Cantaloupes.Amma (CA)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06507339903683786496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
