How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

The Bean is an original. Main nahi kehti, yeh zamaana kehta hai! Fiesty, warm, engaging, hot-headed, articulate, tiny, full of beans… I could go on. Whenever I want to describe her, I remember the song in The Sound of Music – How do you solve a problem like Maria? It was written for my daughter. Including the scene at the end of the song when she comes dashing in, her hair flying, her wimple in her hand. That is so Bean. As she turns five I’m in shock – didn’t I just announce my pregnancy yesterday? Wasn’t it this morning that my friends from around the world gave me a virtual baby shower? And can I say I have ‘babies’ at home, if the younger one is already five? Was she ever a baby or was she always a precocious little old lady?

She has given up all pretence of being the Brat’s younger sister and is constantly bossing him around. She is horribly irritable and the Brat just needs to look at her for her to explode in red hot anger and attack him with her little fists, if she believes there is more to the look than ignorant bystanders like me can decipher. There’s no point arguing with her, because she will not take a slight lightly. The OA says she is all me. I disagree. She is me into about 50 and that is always a scary thought. My mother has the last laugh. My father pulls the OA aside and points out that there is hope, it’s just a matter of another 15 years at worst and hopefully some besotted fool will take her off his hands just as I was taken off his. The OA is usually torn between wanting his money back and a sliver of hope.

Okay, so maybe I’m being mean, but you need to experience Bean to know how she carries you away like a sudden but fierce flood. Watch out world, don’t mess with my Bean.Β I have put all I have into her. I want her to be strong, fierce, tenacious, determined, intelligent – and she is the best pupil a mother could want, soaking up everything I teach her, her eyes sparkling with interest. And then she throws one of my teachings back at me and I struggle between maternal disapproval at being spoken to in that way and a sort of satisfaction at the back of my mind, that my work has not been in vain. It’s a fine line to walk and often she says things that are unbelievable cheeky and completely inappropriate coming from a four year old. But you give it some thought, put in a context and you realise it’s just a very sharp brain speaking out aloud. At this point I gently tell her that she might be right in the thought process, but perhaps the way she said it was wrong for someone her age, or perhaps it’s not something people are happy to hear. Here are some samples.

Bean to someone: Get up you lazyhead!

Me: What on earth is a lazy head?

Bean: You said I can’t go around saying bum, bum, so I’m saying head instead.

Me: We’re going to Aunty X and Uncle Y’s place. Remember? We attended their wedding some months ago?

Bean: Yes I do. Do they have babies for us to play with yet?

Me: Nope.

Bean: So then why did they get married?

Point hai, milord. Maybe I should hire her out to irate parents whose children refuse to produce grandchildren for them.

Bean: Brat, don’t do silly things on the road or you’ll die and Mama will have to marry another man to have another baby.

Me: Eh? Why do I have to marry another man?

Bean: Because if you have another son with dada he might be stupid again.

This was no slur on her father’s intelligence. On further questioning I figured that she believed that if the OA and I had another son then naturally he’d be the spitting image of the previous one.

Bean: Mama, when you smile, your eyes shine as brightly as sequins and the bathroom light. High praise indeed.

Me: Beanie! God alone knows where your shoes are.

Bean: God is busy taking care of all humans. He doesn’t know where my shoes are. —

I’m singing to her and she says, “Mama, pause that for a minute while I go get my toys.”

On finding out that she has chicken pox: Chickens don’t have spots! Dogs do. So I think I have dog pox.

Pre -X’mas she was annoying me with something and I threatened her with a tight jhaanp. To which she responded, “You can’t do that. Santa doesn’t give presents to bad mommies who jhaanp their babies.”

In response to being told that she has to be really quiet in Church when we attended my cousin’s wedding:”I WILL talk in Church if I want to because its God house not yours and we go there to talk to him, not to sit quietly and watch people get married.”

To me: Mama, if I play with Dada’s iPad too much you can give it back to Nana. That will teach me not to be so naughty.

—-

Reason # 239 not to use sarcasm on your child.

Me: Bean, what are you doing in the bathroom?

Bean: Eating breakfast?

Lesson learnt. She won’t hear that from me again.

Me: Bean, what have you been up to? You’ve got biscuits on your bum.

Bean: Really? Help!! save me. There’s a biscuit on my bum!! help!

Yes, she does have a sense of humour.

Me: Bean, do you know what sardines are?

Bean: It’s when lots of people are squashed into one one place.

Proof that I don’t feed her enough variety but spend the day talking to her.

Bean, making little morsels of rice on her plate and playing the old fashioned house game: Mama, I’m going to eat your house first. For so many days I lived in your tummy and now you will live in mine. And now I’m eating Nani’s house so that she can live inside my tummy with you and you won’t miss your Mama.”

The circle of life?


Proof that we speak too many languages and confuse her at times. She asks me, “Kanna, mishti chahiye?”

Bean making up a song she titled ‘The Christmas Wish’. Sample this –

“Christmas never comes because my Mama won’t let it.

Christmas is the coldest day, I have felt it.

Whatever you do,

even if you get some glue,

a Christmas wish will never come for youuuu.”

So young yet so angsty and it all ends with Mama as the Grinch 😦

Me: What do you mean you won’t do it? Even your pop will do it.

Bean: Yes. That’s because HE is scared of you. I’m not.

Me: No, no, no. No, you may not change yet again to go out for lunch.

Bean: God gave you one, only one little girl and you don’t even dress her properly. Arrgh.

Sitting in the balcony and talking to Bean about the importance of greenery, environment etc. She points to the hibiscus and says earnestly, “I like greenery Mama, but I would also like some more red-ery, pink-ery and blue-ery.”

Bean: Ma, Uncle told me that ice cream is good for your health. It gives you muscles.

Me: Really? Let me call and ask him if he told you that.

Bean (hastily): No, no… maybe it wasn’t him after all. Maybe I’m tired and confused and need a nap. I’ll think again and tell you who told me.

Bean watching an F1 car drive into the pitstop : “Now those people are going to beat the driver because he didnt finish the race.”

Brat is chasing a fly and finally ends up whacking the TV screen with a dino, trying to kill it. I scream in terror that he will spoil the screen.

Bean: Mama, don’t shout at him. Flies carry diseases. Do you want the TV to get a disease?

Me: Bean, if you run around without your slippers, your feet will get ugly, dirty and cracked.

Bean (seriously): Like yours, you mean?

And this considering I have pretty well cared for feet.

Me: Brat, eat your breakfast. What are you waiting for?

Bean: Christmas?

Me: No, you may not watch TV. You already saw half an hour this afternoon.

Bean: I didn’t, Ma. You’re fooling yourself.

Bean (pushing away my hand and tissue and shoving one finger up a nostril) – No thank you, Mama. You said we have to do our own work. I’ll clean my own nose, you clean your own nose.
Ours is one of those homes where scissors and medicine are easily accessible to both kids and they’re simply told not to touch them. It’s worked until now and they never touch either of them. Until a few days ago when she carefully cut a chunk out of her fringe in an attempt to reduce the length. When I read her the riot act she looked up at me and seriously asked, ‘Why are you so angry? I saved you the money for a haircut.”

Dressed in her brother’s hand me downs she looks like a neglected child. And that is no fault of his, because his clothes come down to her in pristine condition but are very clearly boys’ clothes. Ten minutes on her person and they begin to look their age. And while I try to keep her away from my world of lifestyle journalism it’s not easy and she loves picking up the magazines after I am done with them and looking at the bright and colourful pictures, pointing out which model’s outfit is the best. She has rather good taste for a child and will unerringly point out something strikingly stylish as her favourite. I try to take them away from her and then remember that I grew up in a house where no book or magazine was offlimits and that it in part contributed to my love for reading. Β She’s not been taught to read yet but is always found poring over a favourite fairy tale, almost reciting the story verbatim. It’s been a challenge to resist teaching her to read as the school has requested us and I can’t wait for them to give us the go ahead.

She often crosses the fine line between bravery and foolishness and will climb up a high tree until she’s on a branch that is too weak and I begin to pray for her safe descent. The OA waits patiently under the branch for it to wait while the Brat rolls his eyes and asks me why his sister was stupid enough to climb on to a weak branch. Not for her the boundaries of caution and care. Every bough must be conquered, every hill must be climbed. She was the youngest and tiniest child at a recent ziplining event, the belt and harness just about fitting her. While bigger children stood at the starting point and looked nervous, she jumped from foot to foot in excitement, hardly able to wait. And then she took off and as she flew by, high above our heads she flung her arms out, threw her head back and laughed a belly laugh of sheer joy.

Wheezing, asthmatic, prone to rashes, it’s not right for her to be playing in dust and dirt and yet the moment I let her out of my sight she’s knee deep in filth and in seventh heaven.Β She plays in the mud, she pets dogs, her food can’t make the short journey from plate to mouth without incident, she must peer into the mail box when we visit people and I have gone hoarse telling her that it’s impolite, she cannot help but touch that unidentifiable mush in the middle of the garden and she must splash in every puddle. It sounds like a dream childhood but my temper frays and I snap. And then I regret it when she looks up at me with those disproportionately huge eyes in a tiny face and I am reminded that she’s still just a baby.

A few years ago the doctor was checking her for yet another rash, while she lay on the doctor’s table, gasping for breath and all the while making jokes, pointing to something on the shelf, chatting with the doctor and making funny faces. And the lady looked at me and said – ‘I see sick children everyday and its understandable that they’re cranky and sullen. It’s amazing to see her spirit.’

We’re already falling into one of those legendary volatile mother-daughter relationships, both so alike in temperament. There are days we hug and kiss each other until our mouths dry up and other days when I scream and she stomps around the house with a scowl painted on to her face. The two men of the house take one look at the tempers flaring and wisely retreat into their respective corners.

I don’t know if women are born wise and nurturing, but for all the running around the house screaming, clowning around, she instinctively knows when someone is unwell. Mama? Why are you making that face? Is your knee hurting? Is your head aching? And she’ll run around plumping pillows. She has even as an 18 month old pulled the Brat’s head into her lap and stroked his forehead till he falls asleep. At five she truly believes that she’s a grown daughter who must take care of me. Foot rubs to put me to sleep on days that she notices me limping (some days she crawls under the dining table while I am eating and I jump in shock as tiny little hands begin to massage my feet and work out the knots with professional ease), scolds her father if he dares raise his voice or even an eyebrow at me, insists on talking to every family member who calls up and rolls her eyes when I come up with something she believes to be untenable.

Her father, funnily is her biggest enemy and I see the relationship between my father and me play out again. They rage against each other, they match wits, they hold out stubbornly waiting for the other to fall and I’m surprised because the OA is the most goodnatured and calm man I’ve seen (well, he’d have to be, to be married to me, wouldn’t he?) loses it entirely where she is concerned. I’ve always said that every man should have a daughter. And the OA who has had few women in his life and rarely any this formidable, is rethinking every stereotype. She burps with the best, she tries to whistle, she cycles furiously to keep up with him and she is braver and more willing to take a risk than most of the Brat’s naughtiest friends. Fiercely competitive, she will wrestle with him and not give up until she’s lost every bit of strength in her tiny little body. The OA is not a man given to stereotypes to begin with, and a very fair man in general so wrapping his head around the conundrum that is the Bean, takes a lot out of him. One minute he probably has visions of a beautiful bride being given away, the other, he wants her to throw convention to the winds and drive rallies with him. It’s been worth having a daughter, just to watch one more man change the way he looks at womankind.

Each morning my little moonbeam (I call the Brat my son-beam and her my moon-beam – haha , geddit?) wakes up with a smile on her face, ready to take on the day. Come evening she’s still bouncing off the walls and I’m drained by the effort of keeping up with her, matching wits and answering queries. And as she falls asleep, her long lashes resting on a skinny little cheek that could do with some fattening up, I marvel at how wonderful she is.

Happy Birthday my darling Bean. On your fifth, as I type this last paragraph in I have tears in my eyes – as one of you once wisely said, that is what happens when you have so much love inside that it overflows from the eyes. And so my eyes are overflowing with love right now. This is good news because I’ve spent the day in a towering rage after you got playdoh stuck in your hair. I ask Dada what he wants to say about you and he thinks for a minute before he responds, “The Bean is the fun factor in my life – she brings us so much joy. The Brat makes me feel warm inside and everytime I think of him I smile. And you, my wife just add to my work. ” Err. Okay.

On that note, again, happy happies, little not-so-hungry caterpillar. Watching you turn into a human being has been the most fascinating experience. I can’t wait to see you turn into the most beautiful butterfly ever.

Chicken pox can't keep me down. If I want, I'll hang upside down

Sulking during a rare mall visit because I told her not to touch anything.

Mata Bean-eshwari convincing herself as well as followers that this pose rids one of hiccups. There is also a song that goes with it where she threatens the hiccups with a variety of dire consequences. At last count she had acquired a head rush and was still not rid of the hiccups. Clearly her faith isn't moving mountains!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Jam biscuits can be eaten - or turned into googly eyes.

She loves art and can spend the entire day colouring and pasting. This was something on at the Epicentre in Gurgaon. We sat there for ages so that she could watch the ladies at work.

Reach for the stars, baby!

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95 thoughts on “How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

  1. Aww. Happy Birthday Bean. 5 years huh? Can’t believe.
    Couldn’t stop laughing at her antics. Will bookmark this page to lift up my spirits on a grumpy day πŸ™‚
    I can so relate to the mother daughter volatility πŸ™‚ Wishing you good luck.

  2. Loved reading this…Beautiful….dont have any more words….and Bean the firecracker…Happy Birthday to the dear child..I have a just turned 5 yr old and can totally relate to where is my baby:(

    And reading about bean tells me that each child is so so unique na? my lil one is a girly girl shy introvert….but she does talk like a paati-amma when at home…

    So Again blessings and best wishes to the Firecracker Bean:)) Love her spirit, humor, energy, sarcasm;)….beanisms rock:))

    -Bhavani

  3. Happy Birthday to Bean! Isnt it amazing how time flies! My older one turned five in December and I look at her and still see the chubby baby that she once was πŸ™‚

  4. Hey – it was great to read the “greatest hits” all together in one place. I think the one about the next son being stupid as well, is my favourite πŸ™‚ Ek teer se do nishaanay and all that. Happy birthday to her. Or maybe the Christmas song.
    What was that about bewaring the Ides of March ?
    See you soon
    Mala

  5. Happy Birthday Bean!!! Lot’s of love to you! MM I have been following your blog ever since Bean was born. Long way to go. I already feel like a part of your life. The funny part is that I sometimes think about Bean getting married and you writing a senti post. Please keep this blog going at least till Bean finds a nice guy to settle down with.

  6. Happy Birthday Beansie baby!! Having a daughter that is in turn docile, charming, imperious, plain hell on wheels, I totally get where you are coming MM. God Bless Bean and may her life be full of adventures and people that are the wind beneath her wings.

  7. Dearest Bean,

    Lovely lovely wishes and you are a cute little amazing ladoo!!!

    MM, I loved the way you have tried to put your words to describe her and its lovely. But I feel Bean is beyond all that all that you have said so far and I wish I could see her beanisms in person and enjoy her in flesh. Wishes again for her and all of you to enjoy her!

  8. What a beautiful post. I laughed until my stomach hurt, at the bean’s jokes. She is the most humorous 5 year old! You don’t need any other source of entertainment do you? What a darling little girl…god bless her:) Many happy returns to your bundle of joy!
    PS:The best one was about your having to have a boy with another dad πŸ™‚

  9. My heart overflows with barely concealed love for this little sprite – even hundreds of kilometres away. I can only imagine the fun (and frustration!) this one must be and cannot wait to see her take on the world.

    Happy birthday Beanie πŸ™‚

  10. That was amazingly beautiful! A very happy birthday to the Bean.
    By the way, my daughter’s blog name is also Moonbeam πŸ™‚ (though I have not posted much these past couple of years).

  11. Happy Birthday, dear Bean!

    And they say daughters are peace and sons are a riot!! The story is almost the same here, with a 10 year old monk and an almost 5 year old firebrand πŸ™‚

    The caption caught my eye, was watching Sound of Music just yesterday

  12. Happy Birthady to darling beanie..
    And MM.. such a beautiful beautiful post. Loved it. Though I have read / heard most of the beanism earlier somewhere, still read and re-read all of them ( also kept making corrections / additions / modifications in my mind to these as some details have been skipped here. πŸ™‚ )

    I want want want her….. :))

  13. Lol @ lazyhead and dog pox. She is so intelligent and as you say fiesty. What did you eat to get a kid like this πŸ™‚
    …pls tell me as I am expecting my 2nd one

    • Trust me… you don’t want one like her πŸ˜‰ I keep offering her to random strangers, but one hour with her and everyone figures out they’re better off without!

      • Please send her to me. I don’t mind having a kid who is potty trained and can speak and walk already πŸ˜› Besides, I know she’s smart enough to pay her way through college πŸ˜‰

  14. This is such a beautiful beautiful post, MM. I had tears in my eyes by the time I finished reading this, too.

    Sure, the Bean sounds like a handful, but it would be worth it to have a daughter like her in life. πŸ™‚

    Happy birthday to her!

  15. I too had tears in my eyes when the paragraph of how Bean cares came up. She is such a little tornado. And you have articulated everything so well I can almost see the scenes play in front of me. And I’m left craving to hold your babies in my arms. Yes, for once, I dont want to have my own because I’m not sure if they’ll turn out like yours. I want to hold and play with your babies because of what they are, because of what you have made them into. I can feel my heart swell with love, if that is possible. And holy cow, we haven’t even met! I might just dream about your mad family again tonight. And it’s all your fault if I keep crying throughout the day remembering this post.
    Loved the Beanie talk. She really has the wits to match yours or anyone else’s for that matter.
    Much love and cheer to the little tornado of your house. And a very happy birthday to the young girl.

  16. As I began reading this I was laughing out loud disregarding the fact that Im at work and then your last para ahd me in tears.

    Loads and loads of love to the Bean and a very very happy birthday.Muuah. Wish to see the most colourful butterfly growing πŸ™‚

  17. Happy Birthday Beanie !!

    I started reading your mom just before you were born…. has it really been 5 yrs !!

    What a wonderful..wonderful…. post !

    Clearly she has been given only to parents who can handle her.

    lots of luv and birthday wishes…

  18. Totally enjoyed your post!! Wow..5 years already? Wishing Bean a very Happy & Fun-filled Birthday!! God Bless.

  19. Happy B’day darling bean..

    MM, Love that statement that she can only have dog pox and your eyes shine like the bathroom light πŸ˜€

    A couple of days ago i was telling my 4 year old to hurry up with his dosa..pat came the reply “I don’t have 10 hands like Kali I only have 2 so learn to be patient with me”

  20. BTW, to comment here i need to be logged on to WP ??? else it does not let me comment… why this change?? 😦

  21. Happy birthday, Beanie darling! 5 years already? I feel just like your mamma. Can’t believe I’ve been getting a peek into your wonderfully mad lives for over 6 years now! Stay mad and lovely the way you are now… it’s fun πŸ˜‰

  22. Awwwww. Beanie is five years old already? Holy cow, that means I have been reading your blog for more than five years. Ki kando! How time flies!

    Anyways, happy happy birthday to the beanbag. May she fly even higher and drive you even more up the wall. πŸ˜‰

  23. Happy Birthday to Bean πŸ™‚

    I never comment here but read often but today’s post is such that I couldn’t help commenting!!! Her one liners are awesome and who would say she is only 5 πŸ˜€

  24. I have been reading your FB updates – Bean is unstoppable, all right. I have met you briefly but I think have a good sense of your general outlook in life. Have to agree with both you and OA-she takes after you and some more.
    Love her spunk!
    My 5 year old old has my personality and I worry and dread, just as you do thinking of what the future will hold:-)
    Wish the gorgeous Bean a beautiful, memorable birthday. God Bless her!
    They are no longer babies MM-a reality I find hard getting used to!

    Curious- why has the school restricted you from teaching her how to read??

    • They move at a certain pace and they believe that over enthusiastic parents burden kids with more information than they need. She is not even allowed to write, but she copies the Brat and has picked up a lot. Also, they teach in a certain method – they don’t want parents to start teaching at home and confusing kids with a different way.

      • Reminds me of Scout. Aww, Bean and Scout, what a pair! I love Scout. actually now that I think of it, Bean is quite like her !

  25. Happy BDay Bean…Have a wonderful year ahead…..My Daughter also turns 5 in 2 months….Time really flies…Heart swells when u think of them right…..suthi podunga (put a kala tikka)….

  26. Loved the post and love your blog. You have a way of depicting relationships and detailing subtleties that most of us only experience and never talk about. I know if you ever write a book someday, it will have the strongest characters who will be idealized by many! πŸ™‚

  27. Happy Birthday to the little beanie! πŸ™‚
    I still remember those posts where you spoke about wanting a little girl and picking out girl clothes before she was born… it does seem like yesterday.

  28. What a wonderful post! Loved all the beanisms and Happy Birthday to her. Although I disagree with the school that you should hold back on teaching her to read. Girls are often ready to read much earlier than boys. I think she will be less crabby if you let her read πŸ™‚ And there is no such thing as reading too much.

  29. Happy birthday to your baby!
    This post made me both laugh and cry. She sounds amazing, and I can’t wait to “watch” her grow up xo

  30. I spent all of yesterday with the BFF’s baby whom I finally got to lay my eyes and hands on, a year after she was born. It is funny how you think your friends are pretty awesome people, till their babies come along; once the babies arrive, you realise how none of that previous awesomeness compares to the little wonder that is their baby! I am not a mommy/ aunt-to-the-sibling’s baby yet, but I suspect that is how my friends and family would feel/ I would feel about the sibling, when the baby arrives. So the point of my emotionally- carried away spiel is that babies are awesome. And every time there is a baby, there is a fundamental re- altering/ re- visit of everything you found sacred/ took for granted, so far in your life (there, there, I am blubbering again! I am sure that point made sense only to me!)
    You’re a beautiful writer; but when it comes to writing about your babies, I don’t think you ever need to call upon your writing skills, to describe them. I know I haven’t seen B and B from the day they were born but from what I’ve read and seen, I know your babies are all the things you say they are and then some more.
    Of all the things that I am grateful to my parents for, the most important one is the sense of uniqueness/ individuality that they taught my sibling and me – you could call it self- confidence, but that word only partly covers it. Every time I read your posts, it reminds me of that. Of course every person is unique and special but not everyone is lucky enough to have been shown that, in action and words. You do that for your babies, MM. πŸ™‚
    I could go on, but I realise I am still high from yesterday and hence, VERY all over the place. I will come back a little while later to say something a lot less ‘trying to sound very philosophical’ and a lot more simple and sweet.
    Happy birthday, Beanie. You are a special, special girl. May you have all the love in the world, always.

    P.S: Many months ago, this song reminded me of her; I think there is a photograph in one of your albums, where I mentioned this. Cos really, how do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? πŸ™‚

  31. Wow…this was amazing..reminds me yet again why I love your blog and your babies.. πŸ™‚

    happy birthday beanie baby…may you get everything you wish for from life.. πŸ™‚ loads of love and prayers…

    -Suba

    PS. yes its askign for a wordpress login to comment

  32. Happy Birthday Bean…..May you have all your dreams and wishes come true , And may you be yourself always……..Beautiful Strong Unstoppable Caring Sensitive πŸ™‚
    Thank You MM for letting us see your kids grow up and also teaching us a few lessons along the way…. πŸ™‚

  33. Heartiest birthday wishes to the little fire cracker. She brings a smile to my face as I read through this post if yours. Kudos to you, OA and the Brat for being such a wonderful family as well.
    (Been trying to get in the comment section as well)

  34. Happy birthday to the Bean. May this year be filled with good health and lots of laughter for the Bean.

    This was such a beautiful post MM. And it was so good reading about the Bean. I wish you had done this post as a series so that I could have come here and read a Beanism for the day!

  35. that wordpress thing seems to be fixed. i hope. 😦 i dont like to use the WP login because of my weird WP blogs (work-related). Belated Happy Birthday to the Moonbeam!! She is so awesome… Must renew efforts to hang out with her.

  36. You knw wht MM…I’m taking a pregnency test tmrw morning(all jittery)….the only reason m going fr a 2nd one is tht i want(understatment) a girl….n this post hs jus added ghee to tht burning desire…gv love to Binnu Bean n pray fr me….

  37. She just killed me with the “stupid son” quip. Great going, kiddo! This is exactly the kind of attitude that will get you through life, tongue-firmly-in-cheek. This is me in another life….wait…could she be mine?
    Happy happy birthday Bean! and congratulations to the mother for not resorting to (extreme) violence and maintaining her sanity (somewhat) through the last five years. My mother will tell you the madness will last atleast another 25 years.

  38. Awww! Happy Happy B’day to the beanie… God Bless her and may the years ahead only get more loving and delightful for you all !

    BTW..i love the beanisms and bratisms that you post! Instantly brings a smile to my face irrespective of how gloomy my day is! Thank You….

  39. I cant believe I’m so so late!
    Happy happy birthday to the li’l Mirchi! And omg she’s started doing poetry already. She’s the darlingest thing ever! Can I take her in my arms and squissshhh her? πŸ™‚

  40. Have been reading this blog for sometime now. But this one is best of all. Even made my husband read it.
    Found this blog when I was looking for sites which talked about parenting. And even in this hilarious blog there is loads to learn. Love your sonbean and moonbean πŸ™‚

  41. I have tears in my eyes from the laughing and the awesomeness that is the bean and the love and pride that marks every word on your post. What an excellent present for your lil girl.
    Happy birthday Moonbeam!!

  42. Hi Madmoma:

    Thanks for the pleasure of reading you provide ! I feel quite proud of your bean. I wish I could help free her be of better health. Want to consider a suggestion? My best wishes are with you all. God bless !!!!!!!!!!

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