Eyes Eyes baby

Jr., in her infinite wisdom at a camp she attends last week, figures out that she can learn to "spray" sunscreen on her own! (we have only used the cream with our hands at home, no spray!).

She sprays the sunscreen directly into her eyes. Worse, she does not tell anyone at the camp and no one (well the camp has high school and college kids as supervisors) notices that Jr.'s eyes are blood red by end of the day! If only they had seen it and washed her eyes off !!!

Off we go to a doctor who gives her an antibiotic of sorts, called VIGAMOX, which does not do anything to improve the situation and two days later, a trip to an eye doctor ends up with a presciption for "lubrication drops", which is finally showing some results, albeit slowly!

That has been the story of the week, with us worrying about the possibilty of a blind Jr.. She being a natural drama queen, pisses us off by practising for her future blindness in front of us. The nerve this girl has!

What is the point in giving up "potato" when a five year old can give your heart the stress test, at the drop of a hat?

Jr. is doing better now. (the photograph was taken after 24 hours of the new treatment and the redness has gone back a little).

The kids decided to play funny and take photos in the backyard, when I went to take a picture of Jr.'s eyes! Here are some samples.

These photos are the antidote to the first photo! The girls like my hand drawn pottu's (bindi's) and don't mind staying still to let me draw them on their forehead with mommy's eyeliner.

Now the little one goes "Daddy, can you draw a doggie and make it my pottu?"

Will have to try, no?

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Mums the word

Well that is a very cliched title, you say?

Take a 100 cliches, from the Cliched book of Cliches (which I will write if it does not exist already) and string them together within a span of ninety minutes and add some special effects that make no sense, and what have you?

Mummy 3!

There are no "mummys" in this movie. No, I take that back. There are two mummy's. One is the hero's mother and the other one is the heroines mother. One mummy is immortal and the other one is well, just a mummy!

For some reason, there are skeletons in outfits which run around (and are referred to as Mummy's) and Yetis? which are too clearly, men in rubber suits. They did not even bother to make the effect "special". It reminds you of the duct taped monsters in Johnny sokko and the Giant Robot from when I was a kid when computer aided tricks were not around. And three headed Jet Li dragons and, and and and.....

Sentimental mushy family cliches for a full 10 minutes in the middle of what is supposed to be a masala movie with special effects to numb your already dead brain!

An entertainer, they said!
Fancy trailers, with the olympics, they did!
Mummy, they said!

Young Luke, "insult your love for movies", is what they did...

Bah!

ps. Note to self. No more watching sequels with #3 or beyond in their name, unless released in DVD. No more watching sequels, unless anyone and everyone we talk to gives it rave reviews.

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Bike rides

Now that the whole family is chipping in to make daddy healthy again, we have a routine. Mom drives the kids to some local park while daddy gets to bike to the same park, spend some time there and bike back. If daddy is too tired, they just throw the bike in the van and everyone drives back.

We did this four times in the last seven days. While most of the parks are only 1.3-2.5 miles away, it was still an ordeal for the biker since he was so badly out of shape and was still on steroids. (there was an advice from the doctor to not have any heavy exercise till the end of the dose)!

Now that the tablets are all over, today the family decided to go from Cupertino to Sunnyvale to visit Ortega park. Daddy made it in one piece after driving almost 8 miles.

On the one hand it is a crying shame, that a guy who, just six years ago, had a wolf stomach, and was athletic enough to win dance competitions, is now declaring that he is happy enough to be able to bike eight miles on local roads. This is just a start! Hope is that some day, this post will be looked back and laughed at, when the eight mile drive is a breeze.

On the other hand, this post is a reminder to all those who in the name of other priorities, forget to exercise, then blame it on kids, work, lack of time, stress or whatever other creative reasons they can come up with, only to realize late in the game that they only have themselves to blame for their poor health!

Don't wait for the clouds to open and an "Asariri"(oracle, voice from heaven) to come and tell you to start exercising again! It is really not worth the wait.

The side effects of the drugs have all been right on, when it comes to what the pamplet said. Euphoria, insomnia, rage, weird hair growth, depression, hyperactivity, etc. etc. The whole gamut of what one can put a family through, in the name of a cure! San and the girls were prepped though, for all the side effects, and being all girls, they helped cope with daddy's side effects by doing more of what they do with daddy.. Ignore him!

The little one says "Daddy, you are sleepy because you ate Manduru?". She doesn't know how to say marundhu(Tamizh for medicine), and instead says Manduru.

The girls love to pass daddy in the van as he is on his bike and scream "come on daddy, catch up" or "faster daddy, faster".

All said and done, we are all thrilled. The wheezing is gone and the Diamondback Insight simply rocks!!

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