This afternoon as I picked Dumpie up from Kindergarten, I was accosted by a rather stern looking Indian woman.
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Egg has become OBSESSED with the game Junior Monopoly. So much so that his teacher has leant him the board game to bring home over Easter holidays. Much to our despair however, he seems unable to handle losing, and has taken to exhibiting mild freak-out behavior when this occurs (which is every time so far).
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Yesterday the husband brought back the latest addition to our household. A gleaming, chrome-glinting beauty of an Enfield.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
I don't know whether it's because I just saw 'Bright Star' on dvd the other night (loathed the film, but have a soft spot for the 'Romantics'...) or what - but I have the sudden compulsion to write a sonnet, in praise of a girl named "Kemy".
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
I looked today at all the cosmetics I brought with me. How ridiculous. Especially as I have now adopted the fresh, bare faced native Indian look with relish. Despite wearing SPF 50 every day, I appear to be slowly changing ethnicity right before the husbands eyes.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
Dumpie has taken lately to giving Dada the occasional 'thwack' across the face, when the husband has had the misfortune to be holding him and scolding him at the same time. It is most embarrassing when said 'thwack' is administered with perfect precision so as to elicit a most satisfactory noise and stun Dada into speechlessness. Given how coordinated our youngest is, he never misses and is accurate to within a millimetre.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, 21 March 2010
"Mama come take picture!" Dumpie grinned, pulling me by the hand into his bedroom and over to the far wall to check out his latest artwork.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Sometimes the temptation to scandalise is irresistible, though I suspect this one might turn round and bite me in the face one day.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
I've always thought 'Yoga-Bunnies' to be a somewhat sanctimonious lot. Unfair I know, but I swear, if I see one more 'Yummy Mummy' prancing around the high street in skin tight black tights, showing off her 'Yoga-Butt' to the world...I'll be ill.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, 18 March 2010
It is very rare that someone bamboozles me in conversation. I am rather adept at navigating even the most convoluted and puzzling turns communication can take on occasion - but in this instance I had to admit defeat.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
I used to love dogs. Now I can't stand them. There are so many feral dogs in Goa that no one really knows what to do with them. Every morning on the beach, they roam in packs, then sit and wait on the shore for a target.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Dumpie is currently pacing among the coconut trees in our front yard, walkie talkie pressed to left ear, conducting an imaginary (but heated) conversation with his beloved 'Auntie Ba'. As far as I can gather it has to do with him informing her of his immanent arrival to Toronto via motorbike to airport then airplane. He is trying to ensure that she has enough 'Timbits' (mini donuts), 'La-la's' (bananas) and mangoes ('like the kind Da give me') ready for his welcoming party.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Have been feeling rather run-down and slightly ill the past few days. Not an Indian 'dodgy tummy' situation, but more of a head cold...go figure.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Yesterday I did my morning run to the next village, because the tide is still too high up the beach to allow for an even running surface. I got nostalgic as I passed all the shacks, and it triggered memories from all those years ago when the husband and I backpacked around India for seven months, stumbling around with too-giant rucksacks, like upright Beetles earnestly in search of adventure.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Our little beach paradise here in Goa is full of characters. I, like everyone else I'm sure, have my favourites...and my 'not so favourites'.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Somehow we've acquired three dogs, a (loud and obnoxious) pet crow, an infintissimal supply of ants, a very active wasps nest (complete with a dozen homegrown wasps), a chipmunk and a friendly ghecko - oh, and don't forget some domestic spiders.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
The fan in our bedroom has five power settings. Turning the little white knob to Levels 1-3 do nothing discernible, save getting the thing to ever so slighty rotate in a wobbly fashion. Level 4 however, begins to inspire hope as the big wooden blades begin spinning at a speed just about good enough to get a bit of a breeze going.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Feeling in generally high spirits today because the husband and I have just made our very own first cup of FILTER coffee in several weeks. The friends of ours staying in the plush villa went on a road trip up north, and either grew weary of my incessant pleading or merely happened upon a store which sold cafieteres and Indian roasted coffee (literally impossible to find here down South) and took pity on us. (On second thought, maybe it's been my daily moaning about how awful instant nescafe is to a cappuccino addict such as myself, which brought about the detour and subsequent mercy mission to find this girl COFFEE...ANY KIND...AND ANYTHING TO MAKE IT IN)
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Saturday, March 06, 2010
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Who needs Toys-R-Us when you have a 3 year old in possession of a small plastic cup and a limitless supply of ants to capture and crush?
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Thursday, March 04, 2010