Trying out pomelo

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The last time we were in Lonavala, the boys looked at the pomelo tree laden with fruit and asked me what they were. So we picked a couple that were ripe and let the twins truly explore. So, first they looked at the fruit hanging on the tree. they jumped to try and touch the lower ones but i finally had to pick up the boys so they could touch them.  

Then, we cut one open in the garden. The boys smelled the fruit, played with the thinck peel and rind, the spongy white inside of the peel. The took segments of the pomelo and watched as we peeled back the skin so they could try the fruit. 

They ate only a little..discussing how it was a little sour, a little tart and a little sweet. All in all, they enjoyed the experience and we finished the fruit for breakfast the next morning! 

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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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