Tuesday, November 24, 2009
It is fun to find photos around the house of Jeremy and his sister Meredith as babies and toddlers because there are some family ressemblances I can find in my three, especially BR and A. There is a wall upstairs dedicated to family portraits of Jeremy, his sister and his parents. The photos span the years from the time Meredith was a baby and Jeremy a toddler (he is older) up through the highschool years.
A. was particularly excited to show me all the photos. She recognized Jeremy's mother so she dragged me over to "come and see pictures of Grammie!" Well, what about the other three people in each picture? I asked her. Who else did she recognize?
Demonstrating her complete lack of understanding of linear time and the chronological nature of the aging process: "It's Big BR and Little A.!"
Sunday, November 22, 2009
On the other hand, if they do something they find really funny or clever, it's "Put that on the ba-log!"
So I can only publish with permission.
It has meant for a bit more quiet on this site than we've been used to. But if I know kids (and I like to think I know a little about them by now) this will soon pass, as all phases do.
In the meantime, here is some of the usual silliness.
Friday, November 13, 2009
L.: "No, that makes me the winner of the losers."
Monday, November 9, 2009
(dragon tail and arms and feet)
(a tight-lipped pumpkin, of course)
And last, but not least, here are the pages of L's manuscript about poobas. You might remember that "pooba" are this family's silly word. Sometimes the kids are poobas, sometimes we go to a "pooba playground," and sometimes we think we might have spotted a pooba, although we can't be sure.
L. thinks she knows what they look like, though. Here are the pages she stapled together to create her "Pooba Picture Book":
Friday, November 6, 2009
Daddy will graduate this coming June (woohoo!) and we have been job hunting for the last few months. Earlier this week he accepted an offer for an "Fellowship in International Medicine" which would split his first year out of residency between New York and Chennai, India. He will work regular shifts in the ED in NY and do a bit of the same in India, but mostly train Indian Resident physicians. Emergency is a brand new field in India, so he would be helping to train some of the very first Emergency physicians in the country, which is extremely fun.
We hope to spend the summer in NY next year, then go over to India for a solid 6 months. We will return to the US in April to work the rest of the shifts he will need to complete his year. It involves a little bouncing around, but we have housing set up in NY already, so we will only need to live out of suitcases for a few months of the year.
Now, I know the first question on everyone's mind is: will one of us become a Bollywood star? We can only hope.
You are probably also concerned that the family blog will disintegrate into snapshots of exotic animals and spice markets during the months abroad and the blog author will fail to keep the purity of the blog as we know it, focusing only on the three little protagonists of this site.
Will we get to see a photo of all three of the kids in native dress? you wonder.
Will they tell me about all the strange foods and animal parts that are considered edible in India?
Will 7 yr-old L. write a book about her experiences with a full treatment of the socio-political climate of Tamil Nadu in historical context in the introduction?
Perhaps more importantly, Will the author of the blog keep her sense of humor intact and carry on the public mockery of her offspring in the way in which we have all become accustomed?
I can only hope that we here at RandB will be able to live up to our readers' high expectations.
(admit it, we've all been dying to see Aishwarya on this blog)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A. dressed up as Tigger this year and L. was a pink unicorn pegasus (of course).
BR insisted on being a truck for Halloween. I think the highlight of the whole evening was watching him waddle around and try to make his way up and down stairs in his costume.