Joy ride in the elevator, ding ding....

Mamma i want to press no. 3, why did it open, mamma. Mamma say cheese!

(oh the questions, and the things he says)

My shona rascal. Only pic saved on my iphone, oh well. its not abt pictures it abt moments that lead you there to take a picture, right. My blog has become like FB of sorts.

T now thinks he perennially lives very close by to the beach....

This was the trip to reheboth beach when i wrecked my slr nikon.

My continuation of perfect date

Achoo, ogh, ogh...(thats me sneezing, coughing, with a sore throat...)

T: Mamma what are you doing?
I: Just some make up beta...
T: oh!

We got seated at TGIF's, ordered our drinks, suddenly it struck me how the frame sitting opposite to me is a small person's and not an adult, he and i cheered to our drinks, he wanted to follow it up with a hi five, I did.

Somewhere during dinner, one of the songs i listen to all the time on FM, was playing in the restaurant, and T beams "mamma this is your favorite song", i just couldnt..... what can i say, it was amazing how he pays attention, mera baccha...meri jaan.

i was so bummed about my camera, i still am, but the evening w/ t was just getting nicer by the minute. Left a dollar bill with a note.... As we stepped out, the music in the lobby was loud enough for him to pick the rhythm and he started dancing right there, i joined him....it was so fun....but it was funnier just watching him dance and spill his sprite all over.

We then headed back to the beach after dinner, I pulled the windows down and let the ocean breezes aloha us! Did i mention how disappointed i'm abt my camera? humph...

Walked in the moonlight to the sounds of the clashing waves on the boardwalk for quite some time, I was tempted for an ice cream, but i held my temptations very tight!

Aaj subah...i really missed my camera, I sorely wanted to click all that my mind was consuming while we were strolling in the nooks and crannies of the beach town. It's just beautiful....the small town-ness to it, the mosaics, the shirtless builders, surfers...., the hammocks, the tyre swings....brightly laced flowers in the garden bed. If i was a writer, i'd write a novel about the woman who owned a book store on the beach!

I miss it already, I hope i'll get to go there soon... pg 781 ....

on my PL thanks P for this one! (mark of 4:24, :39 - sweet)

T when and if you read this, you are such a joy to my life, our life! Remember that when you absolutely need to perk up yourself, baba.

Is there such a thing

as a perfect date? Ha ha...i just had one today.

(writing this, sitting on the floor of a dark "light-less" room, my life is sleeping in front of me yet, i'm awake in my thoughts wanting to write, kinda hungry too, ammis fruit salad would be great just abt now )

But nothing new there, i got the perfect date at a very hefty price. ammi wants me to enjoy my trip.

Woke up lazily, forgot my jacket, t's sunscreen, his beach toys...but remembered of what i had forgotten in the drive.

Reached Rehoboth, DE...my hotel room is beyond expectations, just tastefully done. Love it, they didnt mind me checking in early. Fed my baby in the room, and started our day of adventure.

After learning how to parallel park from V to pass my dmv test, i never got to put that skill at test until today. YAY, i parallel parked, mucho nicely, bellasimo. Shahrukh would say, aisey choti choti shehro mein badi badi bathien ho jaati hain...na, he said the other way around, but this works for my situation na.

rented a beach chair, newly bought t's beach toys, my sexy straw hat, book in hand, my sandwich in bag, getting ready to lounge in the beach....T makes a headsup to the waters, those two mexican guys pulled him out and i just gave him the look, T understood what it meant.

Next two and half hours in water, runnig, getting washed, due to the hurricane in NC, the water level was very risky, but hi what an awesome weather, enough crowd. Next thing i know i copuldnt see my beach bag, nor any of my stuff around, perplexed i was walking to where my chair should have been...a lady is holding my nikon d90 and was asking me is this yours, i was like yeah....bummer....fuck fuck fuck....its all wet, sand everywhere, fuck, where the hell is my wallet and my phone...mamma....where are you? another lady with all my stuff, apparently due to high tides, the waves just came in too far "in" and they just rescued whatever they got hold of.

I thanked them half heartedly and just shoved them with the wet towel of t's and headed back to waters. We played for so L O N G. It must have built his appetite, he hogged down the pizza and we headed back to the room. Now that i cant even listen to my songs, i'm doing what i love next to it, you. Leave it to me and him, to break stuff.

(end of part 1) my phone and my dear camera are not working....thank god. Que sera sera...darling! 
(me thinking i'll take writing classes to learn how to write less) what says!