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I was much entertained this morning by the twins…as they are getting older and having more conversations with each other, i am definitely getting more entertainment. 

 I was reading the paper in bed late this morning and the boys were playing on the bed…at some point, sid climbed onto the footboard of my bed and sat astride it like he would on a motorbike. He clasped the end with both hands and decided he was on a motorbike…vrooom vroom he went. “Nish! Coming?” he asked his brother who obligingly climbed pillion. Vroom Vroom (pronounced bryooom bryooom by Nish)and the brothers were off on their little joyride. “Our motorbike!” Nish proclaimed…to which Sid replied “No, not motorbike…aeroplane!” “Kuthe jato?” (Where are we going?) asked Nish. “To the station…to buy soap and potatoes” was the reply.

Suddenly Nish decided to fall out of the plane and into a dirty lily pond (Sid had fallen in a few months ago and given us all a scare). Sid was quick to follow. At this point they decided they needed me to join their little game and so they yelled out for help..to be pulled out of the pond. I obliged after which they both pretended to be violently sick, making retching sounds and really funny faces. 

Then we checked each other for a fever before climbing back onto the footboard which was now a big yellow school bus!

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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