Q is for Questions These days it seems as though I’m always in a conversation. With myself. Deciphering my child’s state seems to me like an endless game of twenty questions. Parenthhood is good training grounds for a detective. So when I see some strange squirming, I begin my interrogation. “Are you hungry, my sweet…

P is for Parenting philosophy. Some years ago, I was not a mother and I had definite views on parenting. I had ideas the way things should be. I was more likely to roll my eyes at tantrums and say “These parents!” Now I’m a parent. And now I know the true meaning of the…

I have been remiss in posting regularly, I know. This year is quite unlike other years.  Of course.  I’m afraid it has almost become weekly ‘catch up’ posting these past days. I figure, however, better late than not. O is for Onesie. google search image Having grown up in hot tropical India, I never knew…

N is for nursery rhymes One of the most valuable gifts that my daughter received was a Mother Goose book. During her first months, I spent some nostalgic moments flipping through pages of nursery rhymes and jogging my memory.  These rhymes have certainly transformed over the years. It also definitely makes a difference if you’re…