The last two years after we moved back to Phoenix had been so busy. I was 8 months pregnant with our second baby. The apartment huntings, the school admission processes, hospital visits, childbirth, taking care of the newborn baby, – oh my goodness, we did
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Somehow the gratitude post for March never made it to my blog. So in this post, I am making space for both April and March. Compared to February, past two months were a breeze. There were a few hiccups, nothing that bogged me down endlessly,
April is the month of AtoZ challenge for bloggers. This time being all wised up, I decided not to take part in the challenge. After all, how could I blog every day except for the Sundays all through April, and keep up with the reading
Lately, I am coming across a lot of happiness related reads. It’s silly how all we want to be is happy and end up not happy for the most part of our life. That’s because we connect happiness with success and wealth more often than
If you shift your position, changes the winner too. In the end, winning is just an illusion to please the mind. To be there to compete with each other while supporting one another is the fun. Linking with #ThursdayTreeLove hosted by Parul at happinessandfood.
Kanna was always full of questions. What? Why? How? Where? I have heard them over and over in different forms and textures in these past eight years. I’m sure you will agree with me if you have spent some time with kids, that their incessant questions are
“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.” —Oprah Winfrey Take deep breaths. That’s what I tell myself all the time. But, that’s what I forgot to do this
You know what they say about working from home. That it is not easy. Well, add a 16-month-old to the mix and there you have it – a cocktail of the most unproductive working hours with tiredness, restlessness, and impatience growing at an
“January is almost over! Already?” Exclaimed Kanna yesterday. Usually, I would’ve thought the same, but not this time. This month I knew each day that has come and gone. I was aware of the hours and minutes and I tried my best to put it