<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349</id><updated>2009-10-13T22:50:37.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittusmama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-5347119334143294467</id><published>2007-06-05T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:37.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday naughty Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Enle2taG2F0/RmUzxC5TDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M0vS82x4oyI/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072517472986533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Enle2taG2F0/RmUzxC5TDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M0vS82x4oyI/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to our Little Darling :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa, Mamma and Pavi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-5347119334143294467?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5347119334143294467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=5347119334143294467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/5347119334143294467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/5347119334143294467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-naughty-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday naughty Baby'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Enle2taG2F0/RmUzxC5TDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M0vS82x4oyI/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-6348372758302329538</id><published>2007-06-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T04:52:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla blogworld..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="117360661123131201"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gosh! This is unbelievable! Bittu’s mamma becomes so lazy to update her blog since 2 an half months? … well……its not laziness friends…it was hangover from an one month short vacation…it was the hectic time at work by shifting whole office to new location ….. and it was the mountain of files which stopped me from nourish my blog with new posts…… Anyway its never late for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation was just awesome and I feel that was the shortest one I ever had..…in one month there was a lot to do Bittu went to Shabarimala with his acha and Nanu… Our short trip to MP....the funny thing is in one month we enjoyed 3 weather types because when we left Kuwait it was too cold here, then in Kerala it was humid and then in MP it was chilling then been back to the hot moist Kerala again and because of this playing hide and seek with weather four of us got tainted! And everyone in office was asking me Err…did u go to beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bittu was the one who enjoyed vacation in its full form as he was just like a butterfly one moment here and u can see him next door the other moment. For Pavi it was a new world of amazement. The only thing is in the beginning he broke a lot of hearts by refusing to go to them who were waiting to get his one glance :) and when he started getting close to all a little bit, it was time to come back….. Pavi become a great fan of his grandfather’s bike and whenever papa dressed up to go out he used to jump to his arms to ride with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t forget to share the happy news with all of you that another advantage of vacation is I loose some weight and can fit back to those favorite dresses which were kept aside for long 1 year!!! Na.. na its not like I didn’t eat all those goodies which makes us feeling in heaven :) Of course I was munching them all day but those log distance walks did the magic which I miss here.Hmm…..so now back to Kuwait…I packed all the warm clothes last week and much relieved to see summer at my door….But the change in weather effected first bittu with cough and cold then Pavi and now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the new office place even though I am missing the glimpse of sea.The new database, assignments and Mission Critical Bandwidth blocking my way to keep in touch with you friends but hope to see you all soon, till then take care….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-6348372758302329538?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6348372758302329538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=6348372758302329538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/6348372758302329538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/6348372758302329538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2007/06/holla-blogworld.html' title='Holla blogworld..'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-116270668501513032</id><published>2006-11-04T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:59:49.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nani you didn't waited for me............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/jasmine_flowers_on_floor[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/jasmine_flowers_on_floor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I am coming in December but you didn't waited for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those odd-time long distance calls which always tells me I lost another loved one ! This time it was my Grand mother (my mom's mother) and when I litsened that news the first thought came to my mind was this as we allready planned to go home in December. But God had some other plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And I got this picture in mail just used it.. its not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-116270668501513032?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116270668501513032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=116270668501513032' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116270668501513032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116270668501513032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/11/nani-you-didnt-waited-for-me.html' title='Nani you didn&apos;t waited for me............'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-116230870619856125</id><published>2006-10-31T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:31:46.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you kept my Yellow Book Mamma?</title><content type='html'>It was not a busy day and MoI is not just used to it so felt bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;The questions like why the day is so long and why the clock so late and why the time is not going things were coming to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh 2 more hours and am outta here….I was relieved….suddenly my cell phone started ringing and I was curious to see a landline number which was not familiar to me, I pick up the phone and I listened the sweetest voice telling "I want to talk to you about something mama!!!" For a sec I was confused as he was so fast to say that so I said sorry? And he repeated same thing again, now a smile was on my face and I asked him what is it? And he was like “where did you kept my yellow book Mama? Yellow book???? Err Now Bittus mamma was answerless as she has no idea about the Yellow Book :) Ooops am not your mamma baby! I said him and now it was his turn to be surprised Eh! Who is this? You just connected to a wrong number baby …ohh I am sorry he said so sweetly and hangs up before I say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this made me smile I felt the day was much brightening now ……His voice was such sweet ………Kids …..Their voice has such soothing effect ….we just feels so fresh, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he got his Yellow book  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-116230870619856125?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116230870619856125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=116230870619856125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116230870619856125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116230870619856125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-did-you-kept-my-yellow-book.html' title='Where did you kept my Yellow Book Mamma?'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-116020950525498768</id><published>2006-10-07T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:27:37.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/BDay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/BDay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm Birthday wish for my First Commenter, Fellow blogger and a nice person! Hope &lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-116020950525498768?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116020950525498768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=116020950525498768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116020950525498768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/116020950525498768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-friend.html' title='Happy Birthday Friend!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-115943381959775693</id><published>2006-09-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:05:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he talks....</title><content type='html'>It was dinner time…&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a piece of olive and he gave me an I-will-not- eat -this look.&lt;br /&gt;Amma, what’s it?&lt;br /&gt;It’s olive.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want Amma&lt;br /&gt;Why? It’s very good you will be big and strong if you eat that.&lt;br /&gt;Big??? Big like you amma? (He was excited now)&lt;br /&gt;Yes !!! Big like Amma!! (I gave more weight to my words).&lt;br /&gt;Then why you eating olive? You already Big na??? It will look strange if you will be bigger, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Errr…hmmm because ….Well I am not goanna be bigger any more but I will be Strong!!&lt;br /&gt;Strong??? Like Spiderman? Really? Give me 2 pieces more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaachooo ....I sneezed&lt;br /&gt;Bless you ....He said&lt;br /&gt;Acchooo….I sneezed again&lt;br /&gt;Bless you ..... He said again&lt;br /&gt;Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;Say Thanks Amma&lt;br /&gt;I said that Bittu&lt;br /&gt;But you sneezed 2 times and I said bless you 2 times so you should say Thanks 2 times too!!&lt;br /&gt;Eh!! Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma I will change your name!&lt;br /&gt;eh!&lt;br /&gt;Yes your name is Pink Panther from today!&lt;br /&gt;Pink Panther ?err..but why?&lt;br /&gt;So you will show up in cartoon and I am goanna have your CD.&lt;br /&gt;ohh ...hmm..!!!! (its ok, atleast Pink Panther not Spider-mama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-115943381959775693?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115943381959775693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=115943381959775693' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115943381959775693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115943381959775693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-he-talks.html' title='When he talks....'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-115738581012945137</id><published>2006-09-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:03:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ONAM TO ALL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-115738581012945137?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115738581012945137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=115738581012945137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115738581012945137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115738581012945137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-onam-to-all.html' title='HAPPY ONAM TO ALL!!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-115609034853152018</id><published>2006-08-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:26:32.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day, Mamma's baby turned ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/photomix_file.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been One year ......Two crazy boys met each other..... Big B and Baby ....Our dahlings.......Pictures can speak better......isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/cake%201.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-115609034853152018?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115609034853152018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=115609034853152018' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115609034853152018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115609034853152018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-bday-mammas-baby-turned-one.html' title='Happy B&apos;day, Mamma&apos;s baby turned ONE!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-115113814827377729</id><published>2006-06-24T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:57:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme:10 Things I Miss Of Mom's Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myworksh0p.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with this meme and I love to take part in writing a list of the 10 items I miss of my mom's cooking, . But it’s tough to decide what I miss most because I miss almost everything she used to make and now I miss home more while writing them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avial: Even though I try my best and my hubby likes the way I make (He is a Big Avial fan) but I can’t make the avial like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mutton curry: My mom was a working woman (she still is) and Sundays were special for us as that day mom will get more time to cook and it will be something special than usual so was same for the non-veg it was reserved for Sundays or some special events only. She used to make that specially for me as my sis was a veggie and still when I go home Mom demand to dad the first thing to bring from market is mutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Achappam the snack: that was one of the best snack she used to make for festivals. I remeber how her all north indian friends learn that from her and she brought them mould from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fish curry and fish fry: She used to make special fish curry with lots of onion and garlic paste with ‘kodam puli’ . It just tastes great. In MP we used to get River fish only and cutting and cleaning of that huge fish was my dad’s duty while me and sis used to peel the onions and garlic and we just hand over the rest thing to mom. It was all fun to work together like that in kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cake: Mom brought an Oven and learned to make cake just for us and she used to make just simple cake but that was the delicious and softest homemade cake I ever eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Unniyappam: Unniappam was our favorite one and she used to make it as a snack to take during long journeys like our 3 days train travel to Kerala. The thought of sipping the special “Train coffee” and eating Uniyappam with that was just great (Now I miss my vacations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gajar ka halwa : Here in Kuwait we can get carrot any time in all year but back&lt;br /&gt;Home we needed to wait until winter to get that and we waited for winter just because of mom’s gajar ka halwa. Eating that with ‘garam garam roti’, Awww I l miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pickles: She used to make 2 kinds of mango pickles ,one that we can preserve for whole year (MP style) and one is just for week (kadumanga Kerala style), both of them tasted great. And I miss her carrot and Lime pickle too. I remember how I was craving for her pickle when I was expecting Bittu and she somehow managed to send it to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ada pradhaman and semiya payasam: I miss the whole ‘ona sadya” she used to prepare but miss these two things most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gulab Jamun: Now this is something priceless she used to make. And then isn’t everything priceless that moms used to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://myworksh0p.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for passing this memo to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I tagg ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Jaguu... finally I got the chance to tagg you !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkj23204.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;KJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I know you are so busy but please please ...I will love to litsen from u this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angel-doc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hope and love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Doc, hope u will do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update : He bhagvan yeh aajkal ke bache jara jara si baat se rooth jate hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kusumrohra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kusum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (Girl,  abhi gussa chodo aur thoda muskurado? you can write what u goanna miss of Mom's cooking when u will be moving to the new apartment, OK? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-115113814827377729?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115113814827377729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=115113814827377729' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115113814827377729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115113814827377729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/meme10-things-i-miss-of-moms-cooking.html' title='Meme:10 Things I Miss Of Mom&apos;s Cooking'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-115080492065998024</id><published>2006-06-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:45:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.........After 3 weeks!</title><content type='html'>It’s been more than 3 weeks that I didn’t get a chance to nourish my blog with a new post. When I wanted to post something didn’t get time and now I got time and don’t know from where to start. Hmm let’s start with this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bittu’s Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weekend of month was just a mixture of feelings, happiness, anxiety, busyness and chilling out. Mamma’s baby boy just turned five on 5th of June and I still can’t believe that it’s been five years to that night which I feel like just yesterday when we waited for him all night and finally after 16 hours of waiting and pain he agreed to show up just next day morning:). Bittu was waiting so eagerly for his Birthday and since last month he was asking me mamma how many days more for my Birthday, and the innocent reason behind his excitement was just that he is goanna have a box of chocolates to distribute in class and can wear his new clothes instead of his school uniform that day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/bittu%20birthday%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/bittu%20birthday%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Bittu's birthday cake , I don't know what is wrong with the camera, it showing April 22 when it was June 5th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An incident with Naughty Pavi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Bittu’s Birthday morning he went to school and we went to chamber of comerce, ministry of foreign affairs and then Indian Embassy for some paper work of my sis’s visa.&lt;br /&gt;It was going to take half of the day so I was organized with all kind of things like water, milk, biscuit, pampers, extra clothes and towels which I should take when I go out with an 9 month old baby. Well it was my thought and an incident happened that made me think again that is my ‘list of things to take’ is complete?&lt;br /&gt;We were at embassy waiting for an officer who was in meeting and I thought to change Pavi’s diaper. I took Pavi to rest room with a towel and diaper; I just removed his diaper and was looking for a trashcan to throw it but couldn’t find one near to me. I walked to the other one which was 2 steps away and Bingo Pavi did the little job on me same time!&lt;br /&gt;I handover him to hubby after changing and then cleaned myself , now it was so funny I was standing in the queue , all my kurta was wet more not by his ‘little job’ but because of “my cleaning” and I tried to hide it with Pavi’s towel , I was asking hubby again and again is it smelling ??? And he was just teasing me saying well, it smells usually you know but not now. I stood outside in Sun for 10 minutes to dry my wet kurta and that was the moment I thought it’s not enough to carry extra clothes for Pavi but I should take one for me too while going out hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work place I always try to keep the positive energy filled in me which I can spread around and I believe that to pursue success effectively, you must build supportive relationships that will help you work toward your goals. To build those relationships, you need to trust others; and to earn their trust, you in turn must learn to be trustworthy. But it makes me feel sad when I see the things, peoples, thoughts and the trust changing in a second and it leads me to negative thoughts like am I wrong person in right place or right person in wrong place?. But after 2 weeks of struggle I decided not to fill that negative thoughts in myself and not quit the job which I love just because of some meaner people. I don’t want to, period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bittu’s vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittu’s vacation started and he is enjoying it well. But for me sometimes it’s hard to believe that am not dreaming and whatever I see it’s true!! Last night it was around 11:00 when I called him to go to bed but he wanted to watch TV. I was so tiered and went to bed leaving him in the leaving room watching TV and was thinking that he will not sit more than 10 minutes alone. I didn’t even realize when I slept and wake up after sometime listening television’s noise from next room and went there thinking that he might be sleeping in the sofa. And what I see there is Bittu cleaning his small study table with a wet cloth and It’s 3:00 AM !!!! I asked him what you doing he said ohh I was doing coloring and it spread on my table. I said come on we will sleep and he was still in the mood to watch TV, I rolled my eyes and frighten him then he went to bed. I covered him with the blanket and left to fill Pavi’s bottle with hot milk, came back just to see that Bittu was in a deep slumber within that 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend is coming and I will have some more to write , untill then keep smiling:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-115080492065998024?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115080492065998024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=115080492065998024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115080492065998024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/115080492065998024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/updateafter-3-weeks.html' title='Update.........After 3 weeks!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114891103887069012</id><published>2006-05-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T06:57:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been another hectic day……</title><content type='html'>I was in the morning meeting as used to do every day and I made sure that my cell phone was in silent mode before it started. Now my co-worker was reading the topic and Bingo my cell phone started flashing, it was my maid and I been so nervous to see a call from her early in the morning. Then it was again a call from her and thousands of thoughts came to my mind. I was struggling between the roles of a professional working woman and worried mother. Even after knowing that meeting will finish in next 2 minutes,I was looking so impatiently to my cell phone, clock and the co-worker who was reading and I suddenly noticed that I am doing something odd that my supervisor giving me a strange look like what is wrong with her! Soon the meeting finished and I just called my maid to ask what is wrong? She said Bittu’s school van didn’t show up this morning there and they were waiting since last half an hour! Ohh I was much relived to litsen the reason for her call early in the morning other than those I thought (all of them were just bad , bad and bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the driver and his cell phone was switched off, then I called her again to check with our neighbor, since the exams going on may be its off today and I didn’t know. So I thought to call my friend who’s daughter is also in UKG but she said Anna didn’t went school today as she is sick so she have no idea if it’s off, but she said she didn’t get any information like that  from school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called maid and she said neighbor told it’s off today and she said me indirectly it’s just am being careless to check notice which they sends from school!!! I shook  my head,  no it can’t possible I read clearly that after 27th only on 4 th is holiday again, but who goanna listen me? I told her anyway it’s too late so he can’t go so just leave it. So here my friend calls me back to tell that the kids from 1st standard got off today and LKG- UKG classes have no changes and  may be driver just misunderstand it’s for all of them so he didn’t come to collect Bittu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just recovering from the matter and all the conversations made too early in the morning and I realized that it’s time for Monday Report so Worried Bittu’s Mamma just morphed in to Professional Working Woman again and started starring on the LCD Monitor front of her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114891103887069012?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114891103887069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114891103887069012' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114891103887069012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114891103887069012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-has-been-another-hectic-day.html' title='It has been another hectic day……'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114855504104978425</id><published>2006-05-25T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:04:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for another Cake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/happy%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/400/happy%20bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/bdday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a lovely co-incidence that  they are two most important peoples in my life and their birthday falls on same month, or better to say that the most lovable father in law and his most lovable son in law celebrates their birthday within weeks’s difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month of May means lotsa celebration for us, First Dad's Birthday on 18th then Mom-Dad's wedding anniversary on 23rd  (I didn't get a chance to wish them on my blog ) and then hubby’s Birthday on 25th! so you people there  complaing that why am I gaining so much weight this month , so these all are the sweet reasons OK? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114855504104978425?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114855504104978425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114855504104978425' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114855504104978425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114855504104978425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time-for-another-cake.html' title='It&apos;s time for another Cake!!!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114794296191176398</id><published>2006-05-18T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:02:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Birthday Dear Papa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/dads_bday_postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/dads_bday_postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Miss you everyday, Love you always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114794296191176398?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114794296191176398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114794296191176398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114794296191176398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114794296191176398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-dear-papa.html' title='&quot;Happy Birthday Dear Papa&quot;'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114759286407583896</id><published>2006-05-13T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:47:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/1600/mother%20daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4412/2030/320/mother%20daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture memory brings to me;I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A child's blind sense of wrong and pain.But wiser now, a man gray grown,My childhood's needs are better known.My mother's chastening love I own.-- John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114759286407583896?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114759286407583896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114759286407583896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114759286407583896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114759286407583896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114667163655067563</id><published>2006-05-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:06:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tag!!! 25 Random Questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tagman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tagged me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;again! (Man thanks a lot,I had fun doing this one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a coincidence! Me too in office Jaguu, (I can imagine his ear to ear smile to catch me again doing this!) and the nearest book is Asset Management ( Maximo 5.2 Survival Guide) and it’s Page 18 Line 4 goes as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the Start Center, roll your cursor over the Business Analysis &amp; Reporting module and selected Reports to open the Report Home.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did and the co-worker sitting in front of me is giving me a strange look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8:15 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oopps…….it’s 8:19 AM..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can hear the sounds my co-worker’s keyboard making and slight noise of peoples talking downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to drop ‘D’ Airport {lucky girl went to India for vacation and home is a little bit silent now, I am missing her} :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looked at the Julian Calendar to check today’s document number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. What are you wearing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An aqua color Salwar Kurta with same color &amp;amp; white simple needlework on it, my work ID card (yeah, need to wear that all-day long with the ugliest picture of mine I ever had, sigh!) And my Skechers Women’s Luxe (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-entry-ive-ever-written.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Big sigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Did you dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, I dream so often so did last night too. But can’t recall now what was it just remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-entry-ive-ever-written.html"&gt;Danijela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-entry-ive-ever-written.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a few minutes back, a colleague from another section came to take a file, and he asked me suddenly ‘Tu matka khelta hai?” God! It was hard to control; his innocent question and his “Andhra version of Hindi” both leaded me to bursting in laugh. Now you people who wondering what is ‘matka’, it’s a kind of gambling that’s all I listened. By the way I don’t look like a gambler; just he is so innocent and won some money last night so asked me that question in excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On left wall A Certificate of Appreciation (not for me, it belongs to my friend), on Front wall a Calendar with the special beauty of Japan’s nature, organizer, pin board. And on right wall a clock, big mirror, and a big white board. (Behind me two large windows, covering the whole wall, so there is nothing else on that one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Authorities’ executed 5 onTuesday here in Kuwait (in public), and the hanging person’s picture landed in my Inbox right after half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good one for time pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter 4) ,watching since last 4 days repeated by Bittu the great! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever my family members, close relatives, friends have in their wish list and millions of things of my choice while am on a world tour with all my loved ones (Man, is that money goanna be enough for all of these things?) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can’t go in to a dark room alone, but even if it’s Bittu with me I am fine. (Now don’t smile Ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I would like to remove all kind of violence from this world, na I would like to change the Air Fare no no I would like to remove the poverty from world …or to remove the borders ….ohh no am so confused what to change?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ewww... No comments ……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now it’s hard for me to select a perfect name alone in such small time so lemme skip this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Errr………How to imagine the reality? My first child is a boy (well second too) and I called him “Pranad”, but it’s a different thing that when am with him I keep calling in high pitch every other second “Bittu” which my mamma called him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just for work OK, other than that No…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bittu’s Mamma, Bittu’s daddy asked me to send you back and I can’t say no to him! (*Devil grin*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know 4 peoples so I just tag one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoiblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Lost in Trance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(I know you tried to save urself from another tag by saying all kind of things about tag in ur last tag post so now it’s ur punishment to take this tag for that hahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114667163655067563?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114667163655067563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114667163655067563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114667163655067563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114667163655067563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-tag-25-random-questions.html' title='Another Tag!!! 25 Random Questions!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114606682574242663</id><published>2006-04-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:02:17.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest entry I've ever written........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmmm, After 2 weeks I got a chance to check my blog and what I find??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kusumrohra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tagged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tagged Moi!!!! Okie -Dokie here is my looong-list of ten things I miss Most in My Life...... ……which will help my readers to fall asleep hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Indore&lt;/strong&gt;: Me and D (my sis) were in Indore for 3 years for our studies that was the first time when we were away from home for such long period. It was fun, studies with our cooking experiments and lots of masti every day. I miss a lot of things about that City specially the evenings which me and D spend together in Sarafa Bazaar eating ‘aaloo ki kachori’ and ‘bhutte ke pakode’ with hot tea. And the friend circle, that was just awesome! And I still burst in laugh when I remember the day when some of our friends planed to call spirit with Ouija board .While they were asking questions to spirit, it just made me and Akku rolling on the floor, die laughing, as we believed its fake. Then one hot tempered friend of us got terrifically mad by our nonstop giggling and decided to end the show right there before we can ask some random questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;Vacations&lt;/strong&gt;: I loved each and every thing about those summer vacations back home (Kerala) every year, which includes three days train Journey from MP (Madhya Pradesh) to home town, getting the special Hospitality from all close relatives as being “once in a year moon”, roaming like crazy all day long with the gang of cousins, eating green mangoes with salt and Chilly, Fishing but the most special thing was staying at “Kunjamma’s” (mom’s younger sis) home, which was near to sea. Me, D, cousin’s all of us was restricted to go to beach without Escort of any elder person. And we have been smart enough to break that rule whenever Kunjamma went to market by leaving the gang alone at home. Those days will never come back and I will miss them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;My Father in law&lt;/strong&gt;: I just spend 6 months with him but I feel like, to know him 6 days are more than enough for anybody, he was such a nice , easy going person. We had a big big age difference but when I sat down to listen him for hours I find out he is just like a friend. After hubby left, I was the only one who can dare to talk to him about taking medicines on time and drinking milk (that’s the only thing for which I saw him getting angry on Mother in Law); he was like my father to me without any in “law thing” attached with that. I can never forget the happiness in his eyes when mother in law shown him 6 month old little Bittu first time, for which he waited so eagerly. Our celebration didn’t last long, after three weeks of their first meeting he passed away by leaving all of us in a big shock. It greatly saddens me that my two kids will never get to know their “Achachan” and they won’t have any memories of what a wonderful and loving grandfather he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;My Grand Father&lt;/strong&gt;: I was more close to my maternal grandparents as I lost my paternal grandparents when I was just 8 years old. I believe that My Nana (mom’s father) was the best grandfather in world.And he was the one who introduced me to the world of books. We spend our lazy afternoons together when he was half lying in his easy chair reading loudly the new poetry book which he brought, and little MoI was listening that sitting on his lap with all my eagerness. He blessed me on my marriage with his precious guidance for a better life but didn’t wait to see his grand -grand son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My parents, Homeland&lt;/strong&gt;: I miss my parents as badly as any other daughter does and I miss my homeland as any other NRI do. It deserves a whole post to write about both things so, will do it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;My Nani’s (grand mother) cooking&lt;/strong&gt; : I miss my mom’s , my MIL’s cooking but more than that I miss my Nani’s cooking. And in sweets the “avalosunda” (Rice laddus) she used to make was just priceless. She is in her eighties and not able to cook any more but if u asks she can answer anything about her cooking even now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Festivals&lt;/strong&gt;: I miss all the festivals and things related to it. We celebrate each festival here but it can’t be like that we used to do back home even I try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;My long thick hair&lt;/strong&gt;: Every time when I brush my hair I realize with pain that it’s not like before anymore. There was a time when I cried to short my hair as it was a tough task for me every morning to wash them, let them dry first (hair dryer was prohibited just for me while D could use that in her short hairs!!),then making 2 braids of them tying in white ribbons before go to school. My dad never wanted me to short my hair so I stopped trying for it too. But now because of the Kuwaiti weather or water, lack of time to take care of it, 2 times postpartum effect whatever it is but it becomes half of the volume .Anyhow I have managed to keep the length at least 68% of the old one, but I miss those 2 thick braids now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Danijela : &lt;/strong&gt;She is my ex-boss but I never find a ‘bossiness’ in her, just a friend was there always to listen me. I can never forget how she cared like a elder sister (even she was younger than me) for all those long hours in office while I was carrying my second baby. After sharing those laughing, tears, joking, meeting dead lines, fun filled work environment, all those craziness for 3 years when she decided to go back home for good it was so hard for both of us. We are still keeping in touch and I hope as she wants, one day I will go to Macedonia with my family to see her in a wedding dress holding her prince’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sandals&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, it sounds weird but it’s true. According to our company policy no open-toed footwear are authorized during working hours, and I miss them whenever I go for a walk to sea side to refresh my mind which stucks with deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow …..it's time to tag somebody, am done with it and now it’s your chance ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoiblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lost in Trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (I know you don't have time, but still u need to do it hehehe )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114606682574242663?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114606682574242663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114606682574242663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114606682574242663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114606682574242663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-entry-ive-ever-written.html' title='The longest entry I&apos;ve ever written........'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114544859610780623</id><published>2006-04-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:13:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For everything there is a season.....or reason?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a busy week as usual. Bittu’s Mamma wakes up with hubby’s cell phone alarm 4.40 in the morning (He wakes up first but I can’t sleep after that anyway) and her day begins here which never ends before 11. But she got 3 new reasons to make her feel that “yes it worth, even I have a busy life like this”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: Pravit just turned 8 month yesterday and he has been sitting up on his own since 2 weeks. So happy to see all those cute things about him and it reminds me Bittu’s milestones. And it makes me happier to see both of them enjoying with each other doing all kinda “masti masti”. Thanks to God for giving me the happiness of being a Mom of 2 healthy kids (touch wood!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: It’s always making us feel nice to have somebody care about us and being surrounded by all kind of relations. The other day I came from work and Bittu goes like this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Did you finish your lunch box?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Good girl and why you didn’t drink your tea this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I was going to miss the van if I do that, so I didn’t drink.&lt;br /&gt;See, Drink like this (he is doing action of drinking fast) and run fast so you will not miss the van! You should drink your tea, don’t miss it again, OK?&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok and I just kissed him :)&lt;br /&gt;Later D told me that He saw the tea on table this morning, and he asked maid about it. She said your mamma left it and Bittu was like this “she sits all day in office and she should not leave like that without drinking her tea in the morning; don’t let her go like that Ok?”&lt;br /&gt;It’s so special to listen those caring words from our little ones which we never expect because for us they are always little babies, who can’t think that much, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: We buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://carpictures.duble.com/Mitsubishi/Space%20Wagon%20(1992-1996)/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I don’t know who is over the moon with it, Hubby or Bittu?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS: Oopsss I forget to tell that I got one more reason to be happy that "Supporting Character " is no more here to bother me as my friend came back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114544859610780623?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114544859610780623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114544859610780623' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114544859610780623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114544859610780623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-everything-there-is-seasonor.html' title='For everything there is a season.....or reason?'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114484468864570290</id><published>2006-04-12T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:24:48.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporting Character !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If Bittu's mamma  starts  screaming to see superstar Rajnikant's face while surfing on tv chanels it's not because it's getting hot here in Kuwait and she needs to go to mental hospital!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lemme tell you the whole story :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor is on R&amp;R, co-worker went on emergency leave at same time, and another one is working just as  part time employee so he will be here in evening only. So my manager thot to do a favor for me by sending a “supporting character” from other section for my help for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha what a help!!!I don’t need to set an alarm while sleeping like crazy on Friday morning, he will call me and the conversation goes like&lt;br /&gt;SC: Hello, So you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes, tell me what’s up? (grrrrr you just did that, I was sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;SC: I called to ask something.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what happened?&lt;br /&gt;SC: No, I was just asking BROWSE; REINDEX after that CLEAR ALL and then what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: CLOSE ALL&lt;br /&gt;SC: oh yeah Oh yeah I was thinking the same!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ask “A ‘(who is sitting near to you) or call somebody (V, K, S or M) from downstairs and ask if you got again anything like this Ok?&lt;br /&gt;SC: OK ...bye&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bye  (mommyy.........)&lt;br /&gt;He called me and spoiled my Friday morning sleep just to ask next “dBase command”!!!!!!!Ohh Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spend all day deleting the pictures of all his relatives, close relatives, not very close relatives, friends, friend’s friend and roommate’s wife’s father’s  and neighbor’s daughter and her family’s (I mean just think of each &amp; every person he met in his life for a single moment) from my inbox. He just talks about a person and next moment he goanna send you the picture of that person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to watch those programs on TV for at least one year which showing funny scenes or famous dialogues (like tumhare paas kya hai? Mere paas maa hai)  from Indian movies (yes, I said Indian not just mallu, becoz that includes Mallu, Tamil, Hindi and whatever he watches) as me listening all day those from him!! And I can see Mohan lal and Mammotty and specially Rajnikant's live show in my office without paying charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my ‘headphone’, ‘being so busy with lots a work attitude’, and tried to frighten him by saying that ‘may be Manager is listening your high pitch voice from next door.’ But ‘Supporting Character’ is not scared for anything  at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy , I know it’s bad to talk about a person on his back and you never liked that but believe me, he is sitting in front of me while  I am writing this, so hope you are not goanna be mad on me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114484468864570290?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114484468864570290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114484468864570290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114484468864570290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114484468864570290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/supporting-character.html' title='Supporting Character !!!!!!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114304219672225231</id><published>2006-03-22T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:43:16.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sleepy....zzzzzzzzzzz......</title><content type='html'>Moi being so funny since last 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday I reached home, Bittu run towards me and Pavi was scrolling in his best effort by thinking  he goanna be first to reach me, but poor baby couldn’t make it and Big B hugged me first so he just started his “oooooohhh “ and next moment he was on my lap. I spent half an hour with them playing, giggling and then one friend came to visit us after that dinner and cleaning, washing dishes and packing lunch for next day it was 11.30 when we went to bed. Around 3.30 I wake up suddenly and sat on the bed screaming where my baby is, where my baby is! Hubby wake ups listening my shouting and he shacked me and asked what happened I said again where is baby? And he said he is here beside you what’s wrong? I saw Pavi sleeping in a depth sleep. Oh boy, so it was a dream???I felt like he fell down from bed or missing or something like that (I can’t recall now). Hubby was smiling and he pulled my leg all day for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now last night when I wake up listening Pavi crying and had a look beside me it was shocking for me that he was not in his place and I thot ohh God he fell down from bed! But soon I noticed the voice was from next room and my hubby was not there also then I remember that when we went to sleep Pavi was not in the mood to sleep and kept playing as he already had a good sleep until 9”O clock. I tried for half an hour to make him asleep but he didn’t. I came home with a bad headache and temperature which was killing me. Supervisor is on R&amp;R so moi the in charge of  our section now, so there was no way for extra day off other than Friday and hubby knew that. I felt that am the luckiest wife in world when he said me he is goanna sleep with pavi in entry so I can have a good sleep. So they left room and soon I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hallway to see hubby was in bathroom and pavi was lying in bed on the floor holding his bottle full of milk and crying to see nobody around. He smiled to see me and I brought him back to my room, Hubby came and he was smiling to see Pavi beside me again and asked me  “hogayi neend?” :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will have sleepless nights for at least 1 more year but it worth! As a mother, no complains :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114304219672225231?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114304219672225231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114304219672225231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114304219672225231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114304219672225231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-sleepyzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Me sleepy....zzzzzzzzzzz......'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114276700045020696</id><published>2006-03-19T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:16:40.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Great!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here I am with the update about Ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night when I reach home me and hubby just rushed to arrange everything.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Take my medicine from new Homeo Doctor (yes am taking that so I can get rid of this sinus problem which killing me since last 2 months) then mandir and talked to Sai uncle about the arrangement. They were also feeling same like  us as there was no enough time. Anyway at last he said just make dal and some 2-3 kinds of veg curry and they will make Rice and Payasam there. Just bring some fruits for prasadam.&lt;br /&gt;And after the pooja , breakfast for everybody ,that  they will arrange just we need to pay no need to worry about it.They said to reach there at 6.45 as the pooja goanna start at 7 and ceremony will be at 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back to home hubby asked about buying little ‘Dhoti’ for Pavi and I refused that by saying it’s already at home which I get  from back home aiming this  (for which I felt crazy later … it’s another story). Then we went to buy all the things that we needed for next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hubby’s  cousins were waiting at home thank God D (my sis) is here and she handled about their dinner matter before we reach home.We finished dinner, I arranged extra bed in front room for cousin no.1 and cousin no 2 left to sleep and  meet us next morning as he was staying just 10 min walking distance from our home.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing dinner , cleaning and all I thought to look for Pavi’s dhoti but then It was 12’ O clock so thot to do next day and  set alarm to wake up at 4’O clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, after a shower rush to kitchen started cooking thing and D joined me after some time. In that time Hubby, Cousin no 1 took shower and hubby gave Bittu also a bath and ironed his clothes so I was free from that part. I took Pavi to give him a bath I was thinking he goanna cry as it was too early for him to take a bath but he didn’t made any trouble was happy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally thy all were ready and what I was doing? Searching for little dhoti and couldn’t find it! It was missing from the place where I kept it. My Gosh I was almost in tears as we couldn’t buy a new one as shops were closed. And after half an hour searching in  all the possible places in my room I find it among my dress and the credit for it goes to my poor maid who rearrange everything and thought it was a scarf or something which belongs to me!Aaah!No need to say room looked like last samurai just been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cousin no2 also reach home and they all were ready. D was in salwar suit, Hubby in Dhoti shirt, Bittu in shervani, Pavi in little dhoti  and now Bittu's mamma got just 10 minutes to wear the most difficult and beautiful dress in world (yes Saree aur kya? )Dunno how but it came out well in first try and I was relieved (usually it takes for me at least 2-3 times) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were there and mandir was crowded already with people for Friday special pooja and some of our family friends. They started first pooja at 7 and after that hubby sat there and pavi was in his lap as tradition. Panditji brought the thali and huby feed first then me then others. Hubby put sweet rice in Pavi's mouth and there was a cute expression on his face :) Like oh so this is what u all eating everyday and not giving me hahaha.He was so happy and was looking so cute in little dhoti and everyone was all, “ooh, baby”!! He almost snatched glass from panditji’s hand to drink more water and everyone was laughing to see that. Bittu was having fun with the camera and he didn’t feed him, I tried 2-3 times  (I asked him later why so and he replied so innocently that my hands will be dirty so I didn’t feed baby!Oh boy)&lt;br /&gt; After  1 hour long pooja it finished and am glad that Pavi didn’t even shown any irritation with that.He was all curious to see this all first time and watching everything with wide opened eyes. They served breakfast and prasad after that we thanked everybody and  left for home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were roaming all day, then had lunch at shahi tandoori ,watched a movie  and went to city centre for shopping  then toy market to buy a walker for Pavi, Dinner at Udupi (I was not supposed to eat non veg  so they all preffered to go Udupi).Food was really nice and Bittu amazed me by eating well by himself:) After dinner we all were feeling so tiered and sleepy just wanted to reach home and hit bed! It was a nice day!Wished for one more  like that soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114276700045020696?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114276700045020696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114276700045020696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114276700045020696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114276700045020696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-great.html' title='It was Great!!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114252391228900458</id><published>2006-03-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:45:12.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annaprashan/ Choroonu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am so excited!!! Tomorrow Pavi’s Choroonu Ceremony(Choroonu is the ritual of feeding the child with rice for the first time) is going to be held at temple near our home.I am little nervous too as there is no enough time to prepare everything. It was supposed to done this month anyway and we just dropped because of his health issues. And yesterday I just wake up and realize that 7th month goanna be start from Saturday and if it will not do it tomorrow we need to wait 1 more month as they believe the 7th month is inauspicious for “Choroonu”. So D called back home and they told the time Friday morning 7 to 7.30 is good to go.&lt;br /&gt;So I called Mandir and informed them about it and they said they will fix it.Me and hubby will go tonight there to get a picture for what we need to do and what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Guruvayoor Temple!! I miss everybody back home now so badly. can’t tell what I feel .Happy , anxious, sad, excited a mixture of feelings !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaarthika nakshathram veenurangi Kaattum kaarum veenurangi Naale velukkumbol ponnunni kuttanu Naalum koottiya choroonu……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about the ceremony Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: KJ, forgive me for using all those mallu words ! hota hai hota hai , hai na? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114252391228900458?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114252391228900458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114252391228900458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114252391228900458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114252391228900458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/annaprashan-choroonu.html' title='Annaprashan/ Choroonu'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114182565587404648</id><published>2006-03-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T05:58:22.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it my Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He says I need to change my hair style.&lt;br /&gt;And he wants me to look younger!! May be that’s what he mean when he says I want you to look like that girl with 2 ponytails!&lt;br /&gt;And he says ‘oh you smell nice’ when I try a new perfume…….&lt;br /&gt;And he says “ohh it’s nice / don’t wear it”, when I wear a new dress&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely worried for the girl who goanna come to his life one day!&lt;br /&gt;After all I am the mother of this 4 a half year old little critic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavi just find out the fun of scrolling so doesn’t really matter its 3’O clock in the morning, he wake ups and start scrolling on bed. And what a luck! I wake up every time just to find that he is near my feet, Gosh! One more move and he will be hitting the floor, touchwood! I started putting the spare mattress on floor. Better to be safe than sorry, as the saying goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when teething begins, all manner of things are put into the mouth, germs and all doesn’t matter how much we care. Whatever the reason, diarrhea is a painful thing for the babies. It resulted in diaper rash for Pavi which was really worst yesterday. The private hospitals closed all ready that time so we took him to clinic. I was expecting the same drama of not caring but the doctor was really nice; he listened everything with patience and checked him well. (Usually they don’t do that). And while leaving he asked me what’s the meaning of “Bravit” (as Arabs pronounce ‘Pravit’). I said “Hero’ and he said ‘oh he really looks like hero’. Pavi smiled like he understood everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed at 12 and I thought he goanna cry all night because of pain but didn’t may be because of the medicines he slept good and poor baby was sleeping on his tummy all night as his back was hurting because of the rash.5.30 in the morning he was flashing his smile to see bottle in my hand. My heart was so heavy to leave him this morning but it was necessary as the coworker was having day off and boss was supposed to go to visit camp so I needed to be here today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called maid several times to check how he is now. D (my sis) told me he is better and she gave him medicine when she been home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he is better now but the guilt feeling is killing me that where I am when he needs me? “I am not the perfect mother. I try hard though” sigh!&lt;br /&gt;And somebody just remind me this morning it’s Woman’s day today, I was wondering is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114182565587404648?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114182565587404648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114182565587404648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114182565587404648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114182565587404648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-it-my-day.html' title='Is it my Day?'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114086983238039845</id><published>2006-02-25T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T04:17:13.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was so nervous to see him like that because I knew something is bothering him and he wants to tell me. He's been a bit fussy the past few days. He never behaves like this. Since last 2 nights he didn’t sleep well…He left his meal in half way. When I tried to talk he didn’t smile like he used to do. He was so irritated yesterday and tried to bite my hand in anger….God!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like something is really wrong… And I should check it……&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find the reason behind his irritation.&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy to find that reason ,Wohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Little First tooth pushing through the gum line, !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my 6 month old cutie pie is getting is first tooth, the first two on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;The drooling days and sleepless nights may continue for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But seeing or feeling that first pearly white is always a nice surprise.Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114086983238039845?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114086983238039845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114086983238039845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114086983238039845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114086983238039845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/milestone.html' title='Milestone!'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-114025256995131911</id><published>2006-02-18T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:01:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about Bittu..... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things Bittu did yesterday….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decorated his hair with 14 clothes clips and was looking for a compliment from me “The best hair stylist of the year” (no need to say he honored with that!!)&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to hang clothes in the stand (he loves to act like a big boy of mamma!)&lt;br /&gt;Spread all the baby talcum powder on table (He got one slap from me and I got the compliment from him (in his words), Amma you very bad girl!).&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to place vegetables in refrigerator and identified all vegetables he knows and asked me names for which he doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Made 2 drawings of mine with the compliment of ‘Amma you are very nice’ for making “mehandi design” on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Filled his plastic ball with water and there was not even a single space in his room which was not wet.&lt;br /&gt;Amazed us by saying a place’s name while going out, where he just been one time (it’s almost one year now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy enough with cooking Rice, Sambar, Shrimp fry and ‘bhindi ki sabji for lunch, poor hubby spend half day in office because of auditing and Bittu got chance for all these “hungamas”!!!! No complains…..It proves he is a 4 a half year normal kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after such a nice weekend how it feels to have a bad day in Office? Especially for someone’s fault which you can’t prove!!!! Don’t know? Ask me……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-114025256995131911?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114025256995131911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=114025256995131911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114025256995131911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/114025256995131911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-about-bittu_18.html' title='Something about Bittu..... :)'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20299349.post-113993213119616073</id><published>2006-02-14T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:39:31.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in Seven???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since last two weeks I've taken solace in that phrase: "I'm just too busy." So now it’s time for new post. And this is what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rumbling.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jaguu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wants me to do………(I am glad, because no need to think more about what to write today hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt; why only7? Too much to do,isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a nice collection of books&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a small home (a second one) at sea side.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on all the trips I want to go on with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;4. Perform an Anonymous Favor&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to play violin&lt;br /&gt;6. Write the book&lt;br /&gt;7. Start a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can't do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ride an elephant (funny? But true, am scared but Bittu did that!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Singing in front of others. (Yeah! Am a bathroom singer!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Say bad words.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop worrying about the things which I can’t change.&lt;br /&gt;5. Entertain a real flirting person.&lt;br /&gt;6. Driving in Kuwait (I don’t wanna die so early becoz of somebody’s fault hahahha)&lt;br /&gt;7. Walking with high heels (Do I really need to try?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I always say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eeshwaraaa /Oh My Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s up?&lt;br /&gt;3. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;4. Did u listen that one before?&lt;br /&gt;5. Macroni (to kids)&lt;br /&gt;6. Adi….aa :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 books I have loved: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ntuppuppaarkkoraanendaarnnu – Basheer (Malayalam)&lt;br /&gt;2. Vikramaditya Kathakal (Malayalam) - Don't remember Author as I read that from my grandfather's collection when I was just 10&lt;br /&gt;3. Dar se bichudi (Hindi) – Krishna sobati&lt;br /&gt;4. Maila Aanchal (Hindi) – Faneeshwar nath Renu&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell Me your dreams – Sidney Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;6. Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;7. Watching the English - Kate Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 movies I love to watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Dhoom&lt;br /&gt;2. Dil Chahta Hai&lt;br /&gt;3. Kanmadam&lt;br /&gt;4. Kilukkam&lt;br /&gt;5. Nadodikkatu&lt;br /&gt;6. The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;7. The School of Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I get attracted to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Babies&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice fragrance&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Beach&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Music&lt;br /&gt;6. Good dressing sense&lt;br /&gt;7. Dazzling Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people I want to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now this is what I should mention as 8th Thing I can’t do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;good excuse? eh? You guys tagged by this already so I have no choice!&lt;br /&gt;Later......... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20299349-113993213119616073?l=bittusmama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113993213119616073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20299349&amp;postID=113993213119616073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/113993213119616073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20299349/posts/default/113993213119616073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittusmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-in-seven.html' title='All in Seven???'/><author><name>Bittu's Mamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475669848548256703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02096463431472001658'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>