Kevalin, oh, Kevalin

I popped the only two gray hairs I've had in my whole life during Kev's pregnancy and it was clearly a sign of things to come.

Climbing is the new thing and he never stops. Above you can see him (clearly on three different days as evidenced by the different outfits) after he has climbed onto the train table in the playroom.

For a while he would climb up there by stepping on the bean bag chair, so I moved that away. Then he used a pile of books, so those got put away where they should have been. Then he started popping his big toe into the hole in the drawer (see below) and using that as a means to climb.

I would have more pictures for you, but I'm usually busy saving his sweet little tush from sure head contusions with no time to get the camera.

See that window to Kev's left on the train table? If the blinds are up, Spidey Baby is up there, arms and legs out like a starfish, trying to get outside. I would very much like a picture of this, but the fall would just be too much. Maybe he'll bring out this neat party trick next time we have a playgroup here and then I'll be able to have one Mommy spot him while I get a pick.

And then, there's the crib theatrics. This young cherub will be out of his crib by December. I checked on him during his nap Tuesday afternoon only to find him stuck in the slats of the crib fully up to his groin. He was lying, sort of awake, sort of not, completely submissive. He knew he had done a silly thing. Impossible to get him out, I'm not quite sure how he got in there so tightly. One good, thick coat of vaseline and lots of whimpers on his part later and he popped out (perhaps he was seeking a non-cesarean birth experience???). Hopefully he won't repeat this experiment again.

Then there is the slide at the pool. Amiya has to be cajoled to go down the slide and is just now going down the slide by herself. Kev walks right into the pool (you know he just walks off the side and completely eschews the steps), he loves to be dunked and he loves going down the slide.

And finally, the kitchen chairs. We cannot, cannot keep him off of the kitchen chairs lately. He thinks he's hot shit sitting up there for all the world to see. He climbs, I pull him down. I turn to put the milk away, he's back. Monkey is such an apt name.

Vinay and I debate almost daily whether the differences between our two children are based on their sex or simply their personalities. Oh. My. I'm gonna need to wash that gray right outta my hair!

Where is the love?

Here it is!

And here!
And here, again!

So it appears that our two little cherubs can't help but cuddle each other. Kev bangs on the front door all day long while Amiya is at school. Neither one of them cracks a big smile in the morning until the other is awake. If Amiya is on the couch watching TV, Kev makes herculean efforts to sit next to her - it doesn't matter if it's Angelina Ballerina or some other uninteresting show for his level. It's Didi.

We predict terribly sad feelings this weekend when we go to Rochester and Kev is no longer the apple of Didi's eye. He'll now have to compete for Amiya's attention with Nisha Didi who has long been Amiya's very favorite "big kid." The first time Nisha and Amiya skip out of the room for girl time is sure to be hard on the little man.

Never fear though, dear readers. Super Daddy is also flying to Rochester with us and, as evidenced below, his smiling, tickling ways are enough to distract even the most distraught little brothers.

Holy crap, Batman!

Let me just start by saying we have been busy. Busier than before. So busy that I'm tired. Worn out. Done. Etc. We're forgoing fireworks tonight because I just can't imagine it. That says a lot as I'm usually game for all such things. If they can't be seen from our lanai, they're not meant for the Gupta family tonight. So, let's take a pictoral look at what we've been doing these three long weeks.

Little Man in the pool. We go almost daily, if we didn't Kev might be severely dehydrated. We can't get him to stop drinking the water. Mmmmmm. Chlorine. Do you see his tan lines? That's right, just above his left elbow - he's got tan lines in his fat folds! So stinkin' cute!

And speakin' of cute.... he's got a Buddha belly. It's hard not to rub it!
And then there's not so cute. When he's decided that he's done eating, he sticks both feet up on his tray and screams until we acknowledge the fact that his stomach is full. We're sure our family in Rochester will appreciate this party trick.
Back to cute. Two feet, one Croc. He stood like this for a good ten mintues.
Reason #1 for not being online in forever and a day. We've had my French host sister, Celine, in town. We were at 4 different beaches in the ten days she was here, plus 84 malls (slight exaggeration). We had a great, great time and we think she did, too. Here she is with Amiya as the sun was setting on Vendido Beach in Naples.

Vinay and Kev, also Vendido Beach. I LOVEthis picture!

Who are these masked cats?
It's Diego and Diegette! Amiya's good friend Gabe gave her a ticket to see the Go Diego Go! Live show and wow - it was a good time! Nothing but smiles from Amiya the whole time. Especially cute was the one slow song in the whole show - Amiya put her arm around Gabe, he put his arm around her and they kissed each other's foreheads and cheeks repeatedly. It's all well and good until they're 12 and then ixnay on the issingkay.


I've been busy, busy on the cake stuff. Luckily, about four years ago I birthed a secondary dishwasher. That's what she calls herself, "Mommy's little dishwasher." I'm not sure she saves me any work in the end, but it's pretty cute to see her "helping" me. For the record, she does not help with things with raw eggs - only frosting. She's pretty mad at me about that - she thinks she should be able to help clean everything.

There's a show on TV called Oobi and it's these hands that have eyes glued to them. Amiya likes the show, but doesn't care for it more than that. Monday, however, was Oobi day around here. She glued eyes to her hand (very much like on the show) and Oobi'd and Uma'd around the whole day.
The Fourth of July! Amiya made my shirt for me - it's very, very puffy and patriotic. Kev was especially fascinated with the stars on the flag which were not in the best place for his constant attention. We went to a parade today - Amiya was very cute, waving and clapping and with her hand on her heart when the American flag and color guard went by. However, this may be the last time we attend a Fourth of July parade in the south - it was weird to see confederate flags being handed out. I know it's a different culture down here and a different represenation for a lot of people. Nonetheless, it was something we weren't comfortable with and now we'll have to explain it to Amiya if she asks.

This is a baseball hat cake for a friend's birthday. I am proud of this one - it's all new stuff for me - red velvet cake with a new frosting - both from scratch. With this cake, I am officially well over my $2200 needed for The 3 Day walk. So, now it's onto training and training and training. My longest walk so far was 9 miles and while I was tired, it was ok. This week is 8 miles and then next week begins 10 miles and above until the walk itself. We have a couple of weekends with walks of 17-18 miles on Saturday and 13-15 on Sunday. Keep me in your thoughts! It's hot, humid and sunny in Florida - if I can do these walks in this weather, the sixty miles in October should be a breeze!

And finally, the quietest moments of the day. We love when they sleep, but we're those pathetic types of parents who stare at them and talk about them the whole time.

They're just so sweet and quiet and relaxed and quiet and calm and quiet.

Another weekend past....

Weekends seem to fly by. Ugh. We would like someone wealthy to loan us their housekeeping staff for just one weekend. We'd like to not have to do one (or eight) loads of laundry, wash a single dish, cook a single meal or pick up a single board book. We'd like to just be able to sit on the couch and have the kids climb all over us for two straight days.

Barring the housekeeping fairies visiting us anytime soon, we'll take a weekend just like this one. Some housework got done, some lawnwork got done, some a lot of laundry got done, etc. but we also had time for a lot of tickles, some giggles and a whole lot of cuddles. Vinay loves his pictures and somehow Amiya conned him into believing that he wanted her to have a chocolate shake as part of his Father's Day. Watch out when she's sixteen, right?

We are getting ready for a visitor from France on Wednesday and then an action packed week and a half with lots of beach trips, zoo trips and probably even more giggles. Life is good.

And, because it's Father's Day, a few not-so-new pictures to share with you of the kids either doing stuff with Vinay or doing stuff like Vinay. No question they love their Daddy!

Amiya and Daddy tackling mounds of paperwork. He sorts and files, she shreds.

Kev reading the paper on a lazy Sunday morning. Checking out the sales, not to be bothered.

Happy Father's Day!

I'm sitting here tonight, working on V's Father's Day present while the kids are sleeping and he is watching a movie. When Amiya was 9 months old, I made Vinay a collage of pictures from her first nine months. It was his Christmas present "from" Amiya. It was terribly cheesy - one of those frames that has the cut-outs in the mat already. But, it was maybe the best Christmas present he ever got. To this day he loves it (or so he tells me).

So, for Father's Day this year, he's getting one of just Kev and a smaller one of our family - mainly pics of Kev and Amiya together. It's hard to give this man presents - polo shirts are always a safe bet, but we've got those covered. And so I found myself staring at this frames in Michael's about a month ago and thinking they might be just the thing.

And yet, I know that these pictures can never capture the truth of Vinay's relationship with Amiya and Kev. I watched Vinay cuddle with Kev on the couch today after the little guy woke up from his nap. It was the very picture of happiness, for both of them. Vinay said he didn't need any presents - that moment was present enough. And then later in the day, Amiya rode on Vinay's back while he pretended to be a horse and she a cowgirl chasing Kev around the coffee table. It was giggles and chortles and laughs for a good twenty minutes. Nothing more than three hearts entertaining themselves together. Joy and beauty without toys or movies or anything more than living that moment.

So, to Vinay on Father's Day, I wish you a million moments as precious as this evening was. Your children are the luckiest on earth.

Big Boy

In his "I love Grandpa" hat!
Please note - those are Vinay's knees, not mine.

Stuck and pissed (because he's stuck) in the high chair.
You'd think he'd learn.
I just love the little hat and the little butt.
Big smiles after the first real haircut. He did great, but he doesn't look like a baby anymore!
This is a preview of Kev as a 7 year old. Seriously, doesn't he look really old? If only he weren't in a baby swing he'd pass for a preschooler, at least!It's a lot of work to watch Diego every day. Kev shows you the proper watching position. And, I'll say it even though it doesn't need to be said, Vinay dressed Kev in this ensemble, not me!

Why we love Tampa...

The kids getting some sun at the beach a few weeks ago.

Too cool in shades and hat.

Oooh, sand. Yummy!

Amiya's sand castle.


Isn't he just about the most kissable little man?
Why will those cheeks be ruined with stubble one day? Why?

Stick a fork in him! He's d.o.n.e.


Friday night at the zoo. First merry-go-round ride!
He loved it!

Big sister couldn't complain or be nervous in front of her baby brother!
She loves them (now) too!

Amiya and Daddy take the skyride across the zoo.
Amiya says the best part was when they saw the rhinos and the tapirs.
Vinay says the best part was getting cuddles!

Leaving the zoo we were treated to a double rainbow -
one very bright, the other very faint.
And, we could see both ends of each!

Home from the zoo and exhausted.
Little man couldn't keep his eyes open!

This is weird!

Does anyone notice a Russian-like font to the right? What is goin' on, comrades?

It's the little things that make this all worthwhile....

It really is. The things that come out of these kids mouths and the way they move their little bodies is just about the best that we could ever dream up.

Today I was mock-scolding Vinay about something and I said, "Vinay! It's our children!" Kev wanted in on the action, too, because he turned to Vinay and said, "Nay! Ooh ne na cooola." So it doesn't sound exactly the same, but he completely had the inflection right on the Nay and children parts.

I went to wake Amiya up from her afternoon nap today so Vinay could take the kids to the kiddie gym while I go to a cardmaking party tonight. She had only fallen asleep about half an hour earlier and she did not want to get up yet. She mumbled, "I hope you're not coming to wake me up already because I'm not done sleeping." When did this happen? That's a fairly complex sentence and she's suddenly gone from "Mommy more nuffins peez." to the above. I repeat, when did this happen?

We're finding legos, tops and linking toys all over the house. We can't empty a garbage can without rifling through it to make sure Kev hasn't thrown away something precious or vital. We can relate entirely to that commercial where the Dad is frantically taking care of kids and then he hears the toilet flush and a little, breathy uh-oh! That is our daily existance.

Amiya tells us daily that we are her best Mommy and her best Daddy. We remind her that we're her only Mommy and Daddy, but it doesn't seem to matter. We are the best. We like that.

At night whoever puts Amiya to bed is subjected to the 3 Favorites ritual. We alternate, Amiya then parent, Amiya then parent, Amiya then parent, telling our favorite things for the day. Sometimes they are mundane (having a quesadilla for lunch), sometimes inane (riding a pink pony ???) and sometimes they are heartwarming (playing at the beach with Daddy). It's a ritual that she's come to love and that keeps us at her level re: what is most important to her.

Mea culpa

I know, I know. I've been very bad about the blog. But, with my Grandma's death and the ensuing trip to Wisconsin, things were well and truly out of whack for the first half of May and are only now getting back to normal.

So, please forgive me. I will try very hard to be a good blogger for the month of June. I leave you, tonight, with this pic. If you have ever thought that our calling Kev Monkey is cruel or unkind or not very nice, reconsider. Is there a more fitting nickname?

Three Guesses

It's time for a new contest friends. But first, perhaps, you would like results from the first?

A P.O.C. is a Poop on Command and Kev has mastered the art. Anytime he wants out of his crib he P.O.C.s and then yells "Ahnay! Ahnay!" until one of us rescues his delicate tush from the foul matter.

Since no one who was eligible to win (ahem, Mom!) got the correct answer, two batches of cookies went out - one to a dear reader in Wisconsin and one to my Grandmother.

So, the new contest - can you guess which food prompted the vast array of faces below?









The prize is (again) a dozen decorated cookies to be sent out in a most untimely fashion! Everyone's eligible as long as you weren't present at our house during this meal! Place your guess in the comment box - first correct answer wins!

(And look at that, three days, three posts! Oh my goddess. What is going on!?!?)