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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Morning at the Zoo
Friday, March 23, 2007
P.O.C.
One dozen decorated Easter cookies shipped to the first reader who can guess what P.O.C. stands for.
Sponsor:
The P.O.C. Contest is sponsored by Christy Gupta. Christy Gupta is the mother of two darling children, one of whom P.O.C.s and the other does not (anymore)
Eligibility:
The Contest is open to readers of this blog who are 13 (Nisha!) years of age or older at the time the Contest commences. Employees, officers, parents, directors, agents, husbands, representatives and independent contractors (and their immediate family members and members of the same households, whether related or not) of Christy Gupta or the Republican Party are not eligible to participate.
Summary:
In order to enter the Contest, you must enter your name, and guess in the comment window. Bribery is acceptable and should be sent in the largest possible bills you have. By providing your name and comment, you become a member of the Anti-P.O.C. Foundation.
Prizes:
Each semi-final winner shall receive nothing except a Gurd Job! from Amiya, the Didi of the P.O.C. genius.
A single Grand Prize shall be awarded, as set forth in these official rules. The Grand Prize will consist of a dozen decorated Easter cookies to whomever wins.
Unclaimed prizes will not be awarded. All taxes and other expenses related to any prize are the responsibility of the prize winners.
Cost:
There is not cost to participate in the Contest, however donations of large amounts are gladly accepted to subsidize the handling of the P.O.C. phenomenon.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tears of Horror, Smiles of Joy
Our first foray into fingerpainting. This is the least pained of all the expressions he made while trying this out. He does not like to have muck on his hands, he does not like food hanging out of his mouth, and he definitely does not like green paint on his hands.
On the other hand, going down the slides, swinging in the swings, rummaging in the mulch, anything at the park and the little man is happy, happy, happy. Thrilled, even. At least definitely much happier than when fingerpainting.
Happy Barfday
Here you can see Amiya and Reed, a friend who was visiting and also shares the same birthday, their cupcakes and goody bags. Approximately twenty minutes before barf.
She left the park with Vinay and Kev to come home and nap. Two fevers and two doses of Tylenol later and she woke up to us singing "Happy Barfday to you!" She thought it was funny.
She hasn't yet gotten a birthday dinner, so we'll do that sometime this week. She wants to have a backwards dinner (ice cream sundaes first, then pancakes), so we're waiting until she is completely cough free. She's also gotten almost a present a day - a Diego backpack full of Diego games, a Diego doll, a Diego computer game, Balloon Lagoon, a fabulous storyback, a gorgeous picture and handpainted frame and a ticket to see Diego Live! This was all after we said no presents at her barfday party. Plus she's also getting a day at Disney World and a trip to the jewelry/beading store with Grandma to string fabulous matching jewelry. Could life be any better for this child?
Amiya-isms
When asked how old she is (prior to her birthday):
Three and eleven twelfths.
Tonight in the car:
Mommy, I need to poop. It's an emergency.
Mommy: "Well, you'll have to wait until we get home or to Grandma's."
I can wait until Grandma's. If I just keep my bottom pushed down on the carseat then there's no room for the poop to come out and it won't come out.
A few days ago in the bathroom:
Mommy, I have poop on my shirt.
Mommy comes running because nothing good can become of those words. Upon arriving in the bathroom Mommy inspects rear hem of shirt for telltale signs. Nothing. Amiya points out a small red spot, chest high on the front of her shirt. It's here Mommy. I'm not sure - it's either ketchup or poop.
Daily
Mommy, I love you almost as much as I love Diego.
Tonight at bedtime
Daddy, I'm glad that you decided to be a Daddy. You're the best Daddy in the world.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Birthday Boy!
Monkey Cake
Kev's Cake
Kev enjoying his cake! He had a very big smile on his face when we sang to him and he picked one ear off the monkey to eat first. Then he very delicately ate bits and pieces of his cake. I was expecting a huge mess, but aside from the crumbs, he did pretty well! You can also sort of see the monkey on his shirt - it was a very monkey day here today!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Happy Birthday Grandma!
This is a fabulous picture of two very proper ladies at tea! I think Amiya really loves her Grandma and her Grandma really loves her! It was a very sweet afternoon!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Cakes and cakes and cakes!
When she finished licking the chocolate frosting off the spatula she told me, "Mommy, I'm your little dishwasher!"
Monday, February 19, 2007
Promise
This is an actual Vinay created ensemble. Stripes. Print.
Don't look too long, you might go blind!
Promise me you won't let him dress our kids like this!
Zoo Trip
Friday, February 16, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day (Late!)
Kev checking himself out in the bathtub. He does this over and over and over again. Adorable.
Amiya with her crown from her Valentine's card from Mommy and Daddy. And with the highly anticipated Diego Rescue Radio that she earned after a week of no tantrums and excellent behavior when Mommy or Daddy uses the telephone (a big struggle for her).
He walks!
And no, our kids don't own any pants.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tell me this never changes...
Amiya woke up in the wee small hours yelling for me. She needed a cuddle. Ok. I crawled in next to her and we snuggled for a few minutes. As I was getting up to let her go back to sleep, she told me, "Mommy, my heart is beepin' so fast because I love you so much."
I almost melted.
Monday night, Amiya's room for cuddles before bed
Amiya and I are laying together, talking about the good parts of her day, getting in good dream wishes and so on. She has her arms wrapped around my neck in something somewhere between a cuddle and a chokehold. I told her that my heart was beepin' so fast because our nighttime cuddles are the best part of my day.
She replied, "Mommy, my cup runneth over."
And that time I did melt.
And then she says, "Anyway, what's my cup runneth over mean?"
It's the way she says "Anyway" that kills me everytime. It's so offhand and nonchalant and so stinkin' cute!
She got "my cup runneth over" from Grandma and she's had it explained to her several times already. I'm sure with Grandma and Grandpa's impending visit we'll be hearing a lot more of it!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Recent Pictures
Don't you love his little tummy?
Kev loves to jump in his crib, too, and gets some pretty good air. And so far, only one busted lip. Whoever said raising a boy is different than a girl was entirely right!
Proof of Amiya's engineering tendencies - this is the chair she designed so Ellie could join both Amiya and I at the breakfast party last week.
I'm still not sure if Amiya's outfit was Princess or retired Vegas lounge singer, but whichever it was, she wore it to the grocery store and got lots of smiles and smirks.
Amiya and Ellie at our breakfast party. The dominoes and cards you see were our meal - some sort of fantasy sandwich and fruit.
Maybe the outfit was Paris Hilton-like socialite at 6 in the morning?
And finally, Amiya on ice. January was the month to study polar things at school. In Florida, nonetheless. Anyway, her class went ice skating and it was a trip! The kids were pretty brave about all of it and Amiya was a good sport about it. A few falls in the beginning, but towards the end there was less stomping and more semi-gliding.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
New Year's Resolutions
In light of that, we are trying to make some healthier choices including a whole lot less carb-y comfort foods and a whole lot more exercise. The exercise bit is the challenging part with two kids. It's either at 8 PM and we're conked or at 5:30 AM and we're usually still pretty conked. But, we're getting it done.
Today we convened in the garage for some free weights and we had our very own cheering section:
The Birds and the Bees
Christy walks into Amiya's classroom to pick up Amiya and her buddy Aubrey.
Miss Clare pulls Christy aside, laughing. (That's important.)
"I forgot to tell you. Your daughter is teaching us about the birds and the bees."
Christy almost drops Kev. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge.
"Really? What did she tell you because she doesn't know much."
"She just told us that a Mommy's uterus knows when it's ready for a baby and then the Mommy and the Daddy have a special hug and then the baby is there."
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
Thank you very much. Ok, so I guess we're the parents of the kid who knows some of the birds and the bees but not enough to really pass around naughty words at the playground.
Please, please help us because when it comes time to talk about what exactly a special hug entails I might just lose it.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year!
11:30. That was largely due to Vinay's driving - I could not have done what he did. Amiya didn't fall asleep that night until close to 10 - "I just have too much excitement in my body!" We had a lovely, home-cooked meal at my good friend Jacki's house. It was wonderful - good food, nice conversation and Jacki's two darling children for our two darling children to play with. Amiya and Carli got along perfectly - odd for two type A kids, but I'm definitely not complaining! Here you can see Carli and Amiya posing in front of Jacki's tree. Carli looks bright eyed and bushy-tailed, Amiya like she just got out of a 1,000 mile car ride. That's about right, so I suppose we can't tease her too much about this picture in the future!It took Kev quite a while to warm up to Grandma and Grandpa, but once he did it was all good. You can see him staring adoringly at Grandpa here - he knows who has the hammers and saws and blocks of wood to play with! And below he cuddles with Grandma. He was "walking" back and forth between Grandma and me and would give whoever he was walking to the biggest cuddles as soon as he got there. Hopefully he won't lose this familiarity with them and Vinay and I will be able to sneak away for a weekend when my parents visit in March.
Santa came through for Amiya with a red scooter - "just what I always wanted." He dropped it off before we left Tampa since he knew she wouldn't be able to ride it in the snow. She quickly mastered scooting around and has discovered the thrill of the slight decline of our driveway. She wears her helmet faithfully and even the smallest bump causes her to yell out, "G
In other news, Kev has, in fact, started to toddle around as long as he's got someone's finger to cling to. He seems far, far too young for this. It's odd the way we relate to him v. Amiya. We cheered her walking on every tiny step of the way. With Kev, we help him out and cheer, too, but inwardly we're sad about it. (I am, at least, Vinay denies it.) He's our last and growing up way too fast. We had to start him on PediaSure at the beginning of December as he is so tiny, so our nursing is finished. Again, growing up way too fast. On our trip he learned how to wave - an emphatic thrusting up and down of his entire right arm (a little Forrest Gump, honestly) and how to clap. Since returning home, Vinay has taught him to do a "big stretch" during which Kev throws both arms up over his head and pulls on his hair. He's almost got it!
Amiya finished up the year at school with a pajama party. Big, big excitement for the preschool set. She absolutely had to wear her plaid pajamas that Grandma made for her and take Clifford because "he matches, Mommy!" She spent her morning watching Pooh's Christmas, running around on the playground and snacking on tepid cocoa and popcorn. Her teacher had plans for grander things, but gave up and took the path of least resistance.
Everything in each picture is edible except the medicine cup and the note. I also had about six bags to sew and ship - it's kind of fun to think that "my" bags were under the trees of about 15 different Moms and Grandmas this year. All the profit from sewing and cakes goes directly to the Three Day walk and I'm happy to report that I'm just shy of 25% of the total I need to raise. I'm looking to find a team to join to train with and get to know. If I'm going to be spending three days with all these walkers, I'd like to know a few of them beforehand! Friday, December 15, 2006
All the news that's fit to type....
She missed most of school on Thursday - we went in only for the holiday performance. You may know that Amiya lives for shows - I'm forever bellowing, "Ladies and gentlemen. Presenting the amazing, fantastic Amiya Clare show!" We play show daily. The poor girl couldn't miss her first chance to be on stage. I was set to be a mean, stickler Mommy and keep her home, but her teacher called and said we should really come in. So we did. Of the two songs, I think she sang four words. She had a serious case of stage fright. It was cute nonetheless. And I did get video of the little boy next to her picking his nose. If she ever dates him I've got the goods on him!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
So you're probably wondering...
We have always had this blog unlisted on blogger, making it very difficult to find via search engines, etc. But, if someone left a slip of paper floating about with the address on it, anyone could type it in and get to read all about our lives.
Not that we're doing anything sordid or extra exciting, but if you follow the news lately, you know that there are a lot of sick-os in Florida lately and so we just feel it's best to be as private about this as we can be.
Blogspot has recently been bought by Google and with that comes the ability to only allow people to view the blog whose email addresses we have pre-approved. That's why you got an "invitation." I added your email address to the "approved" list so you can still stop by and browse when you're interested.
Unbeknownst to us, you have to create a Google account to be able to read here once your 30 day guest period is up. Harumph we say to that. But it's free, it's quick, it's almost as easy as kissing a baby. And if it means we all feel a little safer with our kids pics and information only being seen by those we know and trust, well then, we're ok with having you make an account!
So, you've got 30 days to be our guest, but then, according to the new rules of the land (in which we are merely pawns!) you must create a google account.
Thanks ever so much,
The Guptas
Update



Those are no-good photos from trying to get a picture for a holiday card. We had fun, though. You'll have to wait for your card to see the good one!

My how I've changed as a Mommy. Once upon a time I would have felt terrible about sticking my child in a room full of baby-proofed toys and putting a gate up to keep him in. Now, not so much. He played happily in the playroom for about 45 minutes on Thursday while I cranked out a whole lotta stuff. He'd commando over to the gate every ten minutes or so and pound on it to make sure I knew he was there and then off he'd go again to regale in getting all the toys to himself for a bit.
That's all for tonight. Blogger won't let me upload anymore pictures. So.... you'll have to tune in tomorrow to see Amiya latest dress-up outfits and to find out if the Guptas will be driving to Wisconsin or flying the friendly skies!
