Time to wear a helmet

Richie is becoming stronger day by day. He throws his toys around, just for fun. And sometimes when he is angry he hurls them at us. And if this is not enough, Richie has a habit of sleeping on our bed and many a times he turns and his head lands on ours. Booom!! Oooouuccch!! It does hurt. I wonder how much it must be paining Richie. He scratches his head indicating the part of the head which is paining. Seeing all this, my hubby once jokingly said to me "It is time to wear a helmet".

Richie to mom's rescue, saves mom from the lion

It was mid-afternoon. Richie and dada were playing in the room. Dada took Richie's animal shape toys and started telling him jungle stories. The Lion says "I am the king of the jungle, the mighty one. I will eat you up". From the stories, Richie has gathered that the lion is strong and dangerous and all animals are afraid of him.

I was in the room arranging Richie's toys a little far from where they sat. Suddenly dada threw the lion on me. I shouted as if the lion is eating me up. Seeing this instead of laughing, Richie was concerned and he left dada and came crawling to me as fast as he could. He came and picked up the lion and hurled it on the floor, not once, but many times. It meant "gonna eat my mama, I will beat you up". All this happened so fast that I and dada were dumbfounded by his reaction.

First of all he understood mama was in danger. He reacted fast and reached near me whatever way possible. He even had the guts to fight the mighty lion and save his dear mama too.:)

What goes in comes out

We were just preparing to have our lunch, when Riya said she can smell papaya. Now, we had papaya last night, and we even disposed off all the leftovers last night itself. How could we have the smell of payapa around?

Oh, by the way, did I mention that last night was the first time Richie had papaya? He liked it a lot!

Now, Richie has the knack for doing it when we are about to have our meal. "Could it be Richie?", I asked Riya. Since I was the one who suggested, I got to do the honors of checking his nappy. Lo and behold, it was him!

So we had to do the necessary chores before we could have our lunch. As we finally sat at the table, I said, "Can't complain!". Then, as we began munching, I thought to myself and could not help but say to Riya, "Well, what goes in... must come out". And we both roared with laughter!