Nothing in particular though lots going on. We took yet another trip this weekend after a quick day spent at the mountains last weekend. The in-laws are visiting so Pickle is having a great time and can't seem to have enough of them, with them treating him like, well, their grandson. So he gets completely doled upon. Four adults dancing around him and the conductor of the circus thoroughly enjoying himself.

Not to mention the four different languages that he has been using for a while now. He even translates from one to the other for the benefit of whoever, in his mind, does not know the otehr one. It is the ultimate high to witness this genius. Lots of bike rides, evenings at the parks, dancing and singing all day. I am, meanwhile, trying to put in extra work and turn in some papers in the summer. And am enjoying this extra time to myself. Like now when everyone is away at the park. Or when I decided to head to a museum of my choice when everybody else wanted to do something else. I need this time to myself, this physical and mental space, and turns out that I need it more and more now. No, not a day to myself, not a week coz that would drive me insane, I need my two boys, the Pickle and the Daddy, Z, but a couple of good quality hours atleast to think straight. To not forget who I am.

I realise that I don't write much on this blog about my baby-turning-too-quickly-into a young-boy. I guess coz that part I cherish in my own mind and the me is what I expose here.
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I saw my first Kahlo yesterday here. Yipee!!! Just gazed at the symmetrical form and bold presence.

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Its funny that lately the FIL doesn't talk to me much. I guess you grow quieter and more boring with age. It would be an effort to strike a conversation and I rather not have either of us make that effort coz it can be tiring. So totally different from my Pa. We wouldn't ever have to think of it as an effort. I can still go plonk my big self on his lap if I had nothing to say to him and we can do the crossword together. Or tell him what I want for breakfast (cutlets, ALWAYS!! What a delicacy, I tell you, and you would never know that they were from all the left-overs). So I chuckled and smiled when he just asked me if the pair of shorts he was wearing looked okay! :)