2 boys. 10 weeks.

2 boys.
10 weeks.

Fights.
Arguments.
About the last scoop of ice cream.

Planting flowers.
Playing in the sand.
Rushing in the rain.

Hanging together all the time.

Too many laughs.
Too many jokes.
Too many memories made.

Too much creating ruckus for mom.

Summer Break 2016.
Soon to be done.

I am going to do my annual routine of crying like a wimp after I drop them off at school. All the tissues in the world won’t wipe away those tears.

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Homemade Yogurt Culture

It is not gold.
It is not diamonds.

It is more precious than that.

You can’t see it. But, this “starter” yogurt culture has probiotics.

It was probably handed down to Rohit with much love and care. He gave it to me today afternoon with the same love and care.

I hope I’ll be able to keep this culture going.

Long live yogurt and yogurt lovers!

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Warm water of the Atlantic Ocean. Met my feet.

Another first.
Warm water of the Atlantic Ocean.
Met my feet.
For the very first time.
Joy knew no bounds.
Extra special.
Because waited for this moment for so long.
Since reading about warm Atlantic Ocean waters in grade 8.

 

My love for the Pacific Ocean: http://ambalbalakrishnan.com/2013/07/21/national-bridges-at-santa-cruz-in-california/

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2 years…since we arrived in Austin

2 years…since we arrived in Austin.

I would like to say we arrived in style….but nothing would be further from the truth.

We were tired from driving 1800 miles.

At the CA end, we had said tearful goodbyes to our dear friends.

At the Austin end, a stranger named Ravi C (my SIL Rema’s friend) showed up at our apartment to welcome a crazy family that had decided to leave everything familiar behind and start over. It takes one to know one. I think Ravi showed up to show his support and approval because he had done a similar move several years ago.

We brought minimal supplies…the kind you would take on a weekend camping trip.

The rest at they say, is history.

We have been welcomed into people’s hearts and homes with such warmth. Thank you to all my sweethearts that carry such a sweet heart. Y’all make Austin weird and fun for me and the family.

I still continue to miss CA friends. But, for now, Austin is home.

I wonder how long this Austin life will last…before we pick up and decide to be a nomad again. It doesn’t matter….because as long as this lasts, I’ll make every moment count.

The story so far:

Leaving CA:
http://ambalbalakrishnan.com/2014/08/12/moving-to-texas-the-lone-star-state/

Finding Austin to be another home:
http://ambalbalakrishnan.com/2014/09/03/settling-down-in-texas/

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Summer Camp – How to Handle LIFE as it Happens

There is no summer camp that teaches “here is how to handle LIFE as it happens”.

So, I resort to what Daddy did when I was very young. He taught me how to use the tools that he had around the house. He also trusted me to do many handy things around the house.

Kumar jokes that the hottest girl ever is one who knows how to use a spanner and a screwdriver when the plumbing is broke.

Well, I don’t think Daddy would like it said that way 😉 Nevertheless, I am sure he would be proud to see his daughter pass on his life-skills lessons to his grandsons.

Tell me about a small practical skill that you learnt that has come to use in your life. Or, tell me about a practical life skill that you are teaching yourself or your kids.

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