It is summer time and mom is all prepped up for feeding me different things. Now that it is very hot out there she has an arsenal of juice boxes. Most of the times she makes fresh juice by squeezing the lemons, oranges, watermelon, cucumber, sweet-lime, pineapple and whatever she can get her hands on. I choose to drink what I like. So mom tricks me with the juice box and gives me the freshly made ones. We love some of the organic juice combos too.
Mom can make amazing soups too and make dishes that make me finish them with a jig. After all she is my mom and got my creative genes 🙂
This summer keep yourself hydrated and have a lot of natural juices from the fruits that grow near you. Nothing is more nutritious than the natural fruits in their season. Now I am back to have my Mango juice. See ya.
It is 3 AM. I am restless. I think it is too hot. Dad is resting next to me. Mom is hidden in the blanket as she feels cold. Dad and me are alike in many ways. We both want the fan to be in full speed all the time. Not that it is too hot, I am moving around and woke up dad. Mom had a long day and is trying to catch up on sleep. So dad takes me on his shoulders and brings me to the living room. This is our routine everyday. I sleep on his shoulder while he stroll in the hall instead of the bed humming some lullaby. I love to fall asleep on his shoulders.
Mom tells him he is pampering me and it is difficult for her to do the same after a tiring day as I am used to sleep on his shoulders. I think she is right. Both of them pamper me 🙂
Ain’t it a blessing to have loving parents? Thank you Lord for mum and dad.
Mom and dad believe this…
“Every child should have mud pies, grasshoppers, water bugs, tadpoles, frogs, mudturtles, elderberries, wild strawberries, acorns, chestnuts, trees to climb. Brooks to wade,water lilies, woodchucks, bats, bees, butterflies, various animals to pet, hayfields, pine-cones, rocks to roll, sand, snakes, huckleberries and hornets. And any child who has been deprived of these has been deprived of the best part of education.”
— Luther Burban