Weekend Tales

So people, have I mentioned that the husband had gone out on TD for a few days? Well, he came back, we spent a weekend in Hyderabad, where( for once ) I decreed declared that all this hibernating in teeny tiny small town thing was getting to be too much and that the weekend was to be spent in pursuit of better things, namely shopping and eating out. Despite the meaningful smiles that  were exchanged between father and son at this decree , we managed to spend two and a half days doing exactly that. A high chair and some toys were bought(among other things), loads of overpriced and not so overpriced food was snarfed down by self and spouse with baby on sleep-on-mamma /chew on pram /play peek-a-boo with strangers mode.

So it was that last Sunday night, while getting out of the car on our way to renew our acquaintance with an old favorite haunt for Chinese, when some not-so-chinesey odors were smelt. After some consultation with the hostess at the restaurant, we were graciously given a private dining room to deal with the said odors and their source. That is when Murphy's law struck us , or rather the flimsy end of the last clean diaper tore as I was tugging on the sticky end of it. The husband who in his characteristically cool way had  lightened the baby bag before leaving for the day's mall jaunt,overruling my horror stricken protests with  "two is enough redundancy and we're going to a mall anyway" or words to that effect , just looked a little sheepish while I counted to ten and took deep breaths. Of course, he had no choice but to suggest that one end of the diaper and the elastic waist of the Artimator's shorts would literally keep things high and dry. Since I had no option but to believe him, a chinese meal ensued , with much adjusting of the one eared diaper .Apparently fate thought that we needed to see  the writing on the wall, and since there were only fancy glass walls around, the message was conveyed to us via some fortune cookies at the end of the meal. Here's what was inside Artim's 

"It is up to you to create your own adventures today"

(as in,your work is not done yet, go to sleep on mamma's lap and then keep her awake the rest of the night)

mom's

"You Are in For enlightening experience"

(as in,You DO know better when it comes to packing the baby's day bag and most of the time)

and dad's,

" A new sense of clarity is coming into your life" .

(as in , Don't mess with the boss wife, or if you do , make sure you're helping her clean up and looking suitably sheepish while doing so in order to escape the  looks that can kill gentle remonstration coming your way when the s hits the f or the d )

And if you thought THAT was an exciting weekend, well , you're wrong folks. Read on to find out why.

Yesterday, mamma and baby dragged themselves out of bed and were ready at the crack of dawn (10:30 am) , because it was"take your wife and kid to work day"! Hold the yawns folks, and get out the oohs and aahs (or atleast pretend that you are ). See, the husband goes to work in a car, but at work, he changes his ride to this

to fly in

so that he can do this in the aircraft on top

and bring up the point of the delta

and sometimes he goes a little crazy flies inverted , like this. 

This and the fact that he's really a cool guy on the ground too,

is why his wife is so very maha impressed by him . In case you think I am impressed only by fighter pilots in red overalls, let me leave you with this image of Artim with his return gift from a birthday party yesterday.