Two Years: " you love me 'just humongous' ?"

Two years ago on a Wednesday this date we said " I do " to one another. We had quite a chat about this yesterday in the kitchen...oh yes the days have been fast! We have been cruising like whoosh! My wife has taught me how to say "whoosh!" when talking about something that goes that fast. It feels good doing this.  

I am so married to her or she is so married to me I can't remember that well how it used to be at GreenElement (where I lived as a senior bachelor)...well it was a dusty humble place for cockroaches and me- the proprietor- (she has phobia for cockroaches while I don't) - and that I had those loud phone calls from Adash that were like opium some times (given the stress levels of a Bank-worker). " A man can try..." One night I laughed so hard the neighbor below came over the next morning to say he liked my jolliness...except that I should turn down the volume just a little bit. 

We always had deep talks about almost anything- you know what I mean. Sometimes there was noise and bumpiness but we didn't forget to say "I love you." Usually she would ask "how big?"- meaning the loving- and I would say, "Just humongous," and she would say " oh, you love me 'just humongous' ?" and I would say "Yes, just humongous because just humongous is very biiiiiiig...i mean just humongous."  

I say Happy second anniversary to my wife. I look forward to many more.   

Hairdo By Daddy

bushy hair 

I finally got around making Ramona's hair. I saw Eva's daughter on Facebook looking great with a nice hairstyle I thought I might as well try it- and also several entries on this blog.

It wasn't easy. My hands have never done anyone's hair so you can imagine the clumsiness on the first attempt. I did meet some resistance from the Young Lady especially when I tried passing the comb through her hair. Once in a while I had tried the comb before, then stopped as soon as she protested. I wasn't going to stop this time round. I felt the need for a new look- just a bit.

I figured some of my Ballet Hair Tonic-" perfect for healthy hair growth," would do well on the curly hair- which it did. It felt soft and easy to handle though she still refused the comb.

We had bought tiny elastic bands some time back from the market. I divided up the hair into  bundles- not sure what word to use here- something that would look like hay stacks once I was done. She kept swinging her heard in all directions, protesting and trying to run away- but I kept it going till I was done. Then she went calm, trying to touch the head- it was feeling strange I guess. I loved her new appearance.

I have since made her hair four times. My wife suggested I switch on baby TV while I tie up the hair. She fell asleep last time while I tied up the bundles :).

Should I Drop This Having Started With So Much Enthusiasm?

hiding

Words have disappeared from my database. I don't see them, can't find them, can't sum them up into something coherent when I find them...I was hoping I would come here and write everything I go through, as a father staying at home. But alas! I seem not to :). 

I do nearly the same things every day...well, the routine isn't all that routine. Then in the end I feel no strong strong sense of insight. It must be me. I am not thinking hard. This feels so sticky I won't be able to sustain this blog at this rate. Should I drop this having started with so much enthusiasm?