The lady and the tramps

This is what a Mommy Blogger Mini Meet looks like. Or rather, just an offline gathering of online friends. Rohini of http://www.mamasaysso.blogspot.com/ (forgive me, am putting in rubbish links these days and dont have the patience to figure out what I'm doing wrong), her adorable, boisterous tyke, Ayaan, yours truly and the brat, were invited for lunch to Surabhi's (of http://www.surabhish.blogspot.com/) lovely home. Surabhi made for an absolutely gracious and totally chilled out hostess. I'm the opposite, manic and frenetic and felt around two feet tall seeing the wonderful spread she'd cooked all by herself. I bow to thee, Surabhi. And Surabhi's friend from Bangalore joined us, with a scrumptuous two year old who was quite horrified by the two unruly terrors and promptly fled off to sleep in the inner recesses of the house. Surabhi's genial husband, George, was present, and fit in right into the conversation, without skipping a beat. We had all met before, last year, at Rohini's home, where we had been joined up by Y and Parul (promise to link to that soon). This time round though, there were just the two of us, Parul dropping out due to unforeseen factors.

And here's what happened.

I'm trying to hold Krish back from snatching the phone from Ayaan. Snatching, pushing and pulling formed a major part of the afternoon's entertainment.

Ayaan grins for the camera, with Rohini trying hard to keep him from the lollipops Surabhi thoughtfully handed out, giving us moments of peace and quiet while they kept them children still and busy.
Sana has a long conversation into her phone, while the brat is busy taking something apart in the background.
Sana and Ayaan share a rare moment of camaraderie. Obviously, Krish is being the floor show now.
I'm carrying, consoling and putting to sleep a very tired and upset Sana, Krish had been on his worst, pushing, pulling, aggressive behaviour. Made me want to curl up in some corner in shame.
The bubbles were discovered, and happiness and calm reined until the soap water got over. Most of it dropped on Surabhi's rug.

Surabhi had outdone herself with a finger licking meal of chicken, kali daal, paneer, and a palak corn thingie. And of course, me being me, was shameless enough to go for seconds and thirds, and I suspect, fourths. Had to haul myself up from the dining table and stagger to a corner to recuperate like a python after a hearty meal of a goat.

The kids had a ball. At least Ayaan and Krish, having already renewed their acquaintance in the car ride we'd taken together to Surabhi's, and caused both mammas to get a semi migraine in the process, and were, so to speak, in full form by the time they reached and were unleashed on gentle, unsuspecting Sana, who was terrorised by the duo. Krish, especially being the worst behaved of the lot. Shouldve put a kala tikka on that birthday party post I did. He outdid himself with his macho man behaviour, driving little Sana to tears more than once.

A great time was had by all. And that necklace of pasta shells around his neck? They did that in school, and was tied round his neck by his teacher, so I was informed on pain of death and dismemberment would I attempt to take it off. It quite added a certain je ne sais quoi to the Ben 10 tshirt me thinks.

For now though, lessons on good behaviour have to be continued with.