Archive | September 2014

Keeping the cold at bay !

I had always been advised by friends and family that if my son loves fruits and veggies there are few chances of him having cold and fever struck days… very true. but virus is a deadly non budging and fearless bug that can fly in from anywhere and enter the soft gooey body of these tiny tots. the super active spiderman becomes mr.bean all of a sudden, not that i love him calm and composed sleeping on time with a teddy in hand but i certainly dont like him sneezing and moodless. Cold oftens lasts for about 3 to 4 days and with some kids even more because they dont know how to throw out the mucous from the nose or throat… i often catch my son gulping down what pushes itself out from the lungs to the throat and on the tongue and phussssss goes down again. I encourage D to puke it on my hand and pat a little hard on his back to throw it out but he stares at me like i talk greek! he gulps the mucous and throws the bread/milk/veggies/legumes etc. what a son i have!!!

so then my MIL suggests this awesome healing from the kitchen that she always used to do with her kids… i.e my husband. I prefer not to give my son any meds until its incurable from herbs and home remedies. sharing with you all this perfect mixture that will pull the mucous out and throw it away in the dirty diaper and potty chairs.

ingredients: cardomom (full/unpeeled) – 2
milk -luke warm – about 6 spoons
safety pin – 1
ghee no diwo – 1 vatt (i have no intention of searching what it means in english. please check the picture and look it for yourself… i need to finish this post before he wakes up from his cat nap… thanks!)



light the diwo/vatt and pinch the cardomom along with the skin in the safety pin… hold it safely far enough not to get a burn yourself and burn it in the flame.


now once the full cardamom is burned let it cool down to normal room temperature.


crush this with a pestle or back of a spoon into tiny particles… and add it to lucke warm milk.


strain the milk into another cup and while its still warm feed it with a spoon to the kid.


trust me, it works wonders… must have passed it on to a dozen more mothers and it works on every one of them for keeping the cold at bay. and since it has been helping them all i thought i may post it here and help you moms too… i know its difficult to reach to everyone but we can always talk! email me on and lets share our stories…

will post your story in this space if you have one to share with others like I just did.

lots of love to you and your little ones,
Kunj 🙂

Long Live the Gujju Thali

Love for food when you are pregnant stays on forever even after you deliver the baby until and unless you are those moms who want to look like Kim Kardashian at her wedding. of course all those cravings go away but you become a food junkie, not because you want to eat all that but also because you are always trying to cook something new and interesting and at the same time healthy for your kid… yes, most of us Indian moms do cook our kid’s food at home with our hands… a few are super broad minded to let the cook’s sweat drip into the food while they prepare and the mom watches tv or signs documents at work place.

i say this out of observation in real life… cannot name her but this new friend i recently made and that too we became friends because we incidentally met and our kids are of the same age was constantly complaining of how she goes to an 8 hour work shift which she cannot leave and behind her back her m-i-l makes no effort to cook good food for the kid… i dont know who to feel sad for, the mother or the child. both of them are losing out on the wonderful meal time that should enjoy while they can. once the kids grow up they eat on their own and once they become adults meals are never at home except some occasions and festivals. why cannot a mother be there just thrice a day for the kid?? is it demanding too much from your professional life? i fail to understand such mothers even when she is a great friend of mine and a wonderful person at heart.

so then i made a food chart and a meal time table for her kid; asking her to put it on the fridge or wherever its easy on the eyes and constant hit on the mind. it included milk-veggies-dairy-fruits and grains.
now, preparing the food is not a big deal.. a complete gujarati thali/meal plate is just the right thing for your kid if he/she has begun eating solids. it has wheat rotis, boiled rice, cooked veggies and necessary spices, protein in form of dal and dairy products such as curd or buttermilk. the right amount of salt and sugar and pepper and lemon and chilli and coriander and turmeric… wow! serving the perfect amount of all of this in the meal plate makes it the most complete food for your growing toddler’s needs.

incase your kid needs some help wiping off all this from the plate, you can decorate the food and add some color to it, beet gives red, turmeric gives yellow, lemon gives whiteness, dry coriander gives brown, curd and beet beaten together gives pink! broccoli and fresh coriander gives green.

sharing pics of a few meal plates i have given my son and REMEMBERED to click a pic before i feed him.







ofcourse with all this food in front of him i have to sit with a bib and a waste cloth and face wipes and lots of patience… at times all this vanishes in the hungry tummy in about 15 minutes. yet i have seen some random moments when the food is tucked under the chair and over the floor and after 30 minutes i thank the Lord for blessing me with only one child and i thank the scientists for technology and smart phones with memory so huge to store and play over a dozen nursery rhyme videos. we talk and play and shout and blabber and i call him cute encouraging names to finish his food. i am cherishing every meal time with him, it gives us both the time to look into each other’s eyes and talk. It gives me moments where i realize what his favorite food is and which are his all time favorite food combinations too. God has simply made a favor to me, my son loves his meals. and i love watching him eat it all and give a burp at last. we sing songs to make his meals interesting at times… what do u do with your kid???

please do share your meal plate pictures with me on my facebook page.. i am running outta options soon.

love ya all
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motherhood cannot be faked

i have been away for a long long time now. its been months since my this post and i regret not being around to share things with ya all. life has never been so hectic and being a mom means you know… being a mom! u cannot define it in one word or one sentence. call her your caretaker, your cook, your cleaner, your washer, your maid, your driver, your trainer, your teacher, your tutor, your best friend, your mentor, your throw-the-tantrums at drummer, your mid night carer… there are a thousand things a mother does for you and yet she feels at times she has ‘maybe’ not given her 100% to you. and once you are a mother you feel that crap running in your brains too.. MAYBE… just MAYBE i could have done for my baby.


this post is for all those women who love being mothers…

we had never thought we could shape into a routine which revolves around making interesting weaning diet and backpacking extra kilos of food for “what if i dont find baby food in that 5 star resort we will be staying next week” while on a holiday… relax! such things happen. you are not the only one who packs 40 daipers for a 4 day trip. i have done it too and if you haven’t you will soon do it babes!! taking a baby out is like no walk on the beach.

ya.. so what was i saying? we mothers do a lot more in routine like making food, singing a song, story telling, bum washing, clothes changing n mango eating n bird watching and clothes changing again and playtime and cleaning up and clothes changing again… hahaha. i love getting my son dressed up. we have our favourite blue pirate tee and we both love his white crocs and we love the hair combing time… we sit in front of the mirror. him on my lap and i comb his hair and we talk and he giggles. the baby giggle… it can melt an iron rod… no ; not really. just saying!


and it is because we love being THE ULTIMATE mother we TRY to be, we forget of all the pains it gives us. no; they arent pain to us but those women who are not mothers surely like to call them that. you are just a woman when in the middle of the night you turn your side while still in deep sleep and you feel something wet and pointy has crawled on your bed and pinched you; you would shout so loud it would scratch your tonsils in fear and scare. you are a mother when you do nothing and still with your eyes closed deep in sleep pick up those cereal covered puzzle parts from under your shoulder and shove it around the bed and at the same time paste a post-it note in your brain to wash it first thing in the morning… ta-da! are nodding with me ?? then u must be that second woman just like me.

when you are a woman you will walk with the nearest sharp object you can find when you see a broken jar of cookies or an open almirah. Where as a mother walks straight through the unexpected graffiti on her walls and show it all the neighbors around. the graffiti which she feels is the first masterpiece has not been etched on the wall or book shelf or her recipe book or the newspaper and not even on dad’s favorite white shirt. it has been sketched on the heart of the parents. a friend’s son has already begun school to to be inspired to make his first masterpiece and cant wait for her to show it to me soon some day….
for me, i shall wait. for motherhood cannot be faked and every happiness that only a mother can see needs time and patience. be it the first potty in the potty seat or the first craft and even the first flying kiss… to someone’s else’s mom … hahahaa


and because motherhood cannot be faked be proud of what you have. and who you have in your arms. you see you carpet still smelling of the pee and the laundry still not folded at midnight, you see the airplane has been stuck in the tangled curtains and there still is some spilled milk under the sofa! (God knows how it reached under the sofa!! ). the kitchen counter needs cleaning and you need to wash the bottle for the 5 30 am feed. all this happens under your baggy eyes and dark circles but when you see your kid sleeping in the crib or next to you the innocent face makes you smile so wide that the dark circles tend to shy and hide away. all this and more happens because motherhood cannot be faked!

love and much more,
Kunj 🙂