He now can say "Yelloo".
Cell Phone, TV remote, Cordless handset or anything that remotely resembles a phone, he picks it up, holds it next to his ear and greets "Yellooo".
Doesn't stop at that. He talks and I am pretty sure it is Na'vi or Kiliki, or both. Hello X-ollywood, you listening?
To me, it sounds like music. But hey, you a'int allowed to laugh. For it gets him upset and he disapproves of it by shaking his tiny little head.
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6:30AM IST.
He had just woke up and was still tugging into his grandpa's shirt lazily.
He sees me on FaceTime, his face brightens up, he jumps out of grandpa's lap, looks at me on the screen and goes "Haaiiiiiiii, mummaaa". That million dollar look on his face, aww!
Random Ramblings
Themeless, endless ramblings. Purely random.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Milestones & more!
My little bunny,
You really are growing up fast, aren't you?
God knows how eager your dad was to see you stand on your own and take those tiny little first steps. Exactly a week before you turned one, you stood up and you walked all in one day, just like that. Yeah, baby!
Your first haircut - How I wish I talked your dad out of it so you could have remained looking like my cute little baby for longer.
But you, You sat in that funny looking chair looking all brave and got it done. You were unperturbed by the scissors, the weird Al, that crumpling pieces of hair trickling your face - and the best part, you had been smiling all along.
First tooth, my foot - You cut 3 teeth all at once and now you have 3 more! I had absolutely no clue you could bite into a papad and cheerfully chew and savor it until we took you on your first restaurant expedition when you turned 1. Now we dine out every week, yay!!
You are a daredevil. You love slides no matter how big they are, you love steps, you love swings and man o man, you are a rock climber, pole walker & a bite sized bahubali!
You are my little clean freak. You know what "Daa rr tee" is, you know how to use a tissue to clean a mess, you can meticulously load clothes into the dryer AND you LOVE baths.
Stranger anxiety - what the hell is that! You LOVE people - strangers & friends alike. You LOVE attention. You ARE a charmer. You REMEMBER. Teach me some of those tricks, won't you?
At a little over a year, You know your name, You know your pet names, You know your body parts, You have favorite books, favorite pets, favorite toys, You LOVE LOVE LOVE music and ENJOY dancing! And, you can blow a KISS! Wohoooo!
And honeybunch, I can't get enough of those giggles when you listen to your favorite rhyme, "Hickory dickory dock."
But hey, while you are all busy growing up, would you let your mom and dad sit back and cherish every teensy bit of you?
You really are growing up fast, aren't you?
God knows how eager your dad was to see you stand on your own and take those tiny little first steps. Exactly a week before you turned one, you stood up and you walked all in one day, just like that. Yeah, baby!
Your first haircut - How I wish I talked your dad out of it so you could have remained looking like my cute little baby for longer.
But you, You sat in that funny looking chair looking all brave and got it done. You were unperturbed by the scissors, the weird Al, that crumpling pieces of hair trickling your face - and the best part, you had been smiling all along.
First tooth, my foot - You cut 3 teeth all at once and now you have 3 more! I had absolutely no clue you could bite into a papad and cheerfully chew and savor it until we took you on your first restaurant expedition when you turned 1. Now we dine out every week, yay!!
You are a daredevil. You love slides no matter how big they are, you love steps, you love swings and man o man, you are a rock climber, pole walker & a bite sized bahubali!
You are my little clean freak. You know what "Daa rr tee" is, you know how to use a tissue to clean a mess, you can meticulously load clothes into the dryer AND you LOVE baths.
Stranger anxiety - what the hell is that! You LOVE people - strangers & friends alike. You LOVE attention. You ARE a charmer. You REMEMBER. Teach me some of those tricks, won't you?
At a little over a year, You know your name, You know your pet names, You know your body parts, You have favorite books, favorite pets, favorite toys, You LOVE LOVE LOVE music and ENJOY dancing! And, you can blow a KISS! Wohoooo!
And honeybunch, I can't get enough of those giggles when you listen to your favorite rhyme, "Hickory dickory dock."
But hey, while you are all busy growing up, would you let your mom and dad sit back and cherish every teensy bit of you?
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Touchwood!
I am a mom!
About a year ago, I announced to my family and few very close friends that I was expecting my first. Since then, I had these big plans that I would convert this choti si blog of mine into a baby journal as soon as my LO was here! But oh boy! It took me good 6+ months postpartum to even think about writing (again)!
No firsts are easy; be it first day at school, first time on stage, first outing with friends, first love, first job, first kiss, first pregnancy…..first CHILD!
There is excitement coupled with anxiety and a bout full of self-doubt. With the first child, it is probably a 1000 times more.
I am finally here breaking free the shackles of sloppiness wondering where to start.
And then it struck me, the realization of how scared I had been (and still am) at every turn of this new responsibility while you made everything - my pregnancy, labor, delivery and postpartum a real cake walk!
Baby R, This is for you!
When I walked around with a baby bump, people used to ask me how I dealt with the nausea, morning sickness, cravings and what not. I had none. If it wasn’t for your kicks and my growing bump, I wouldn’t even have believed I was pregnant. Those 9 months were a breeze!
It was the D-day! Your dad, standing next to me holding my hand kept muttering “you are doing great” while I vaguely remember telling the nurse “I am exhausted” after a couple of hard pushes and the nurse brushing it off with one “Already?? Women here work hard sometimes 2-3 hours and you are at 5 minutes. Pull yourself!” And then, while the doctor was still scrambling to put on her coat, “pop!” you were out, just like that! Lucky the nurse was able to get her giant hand underneath your little pink head. The room was in shock and the doctor joked about awarding me with a “Record push time” trophy!
It was the first time nurse brought you to me to try nursing; you latched on effortlessly like a pro on the very first go and nursed by the book! All the breastfeeding troubles of other new moms varying from a bad latch to tongue tie to thrust to blocked ducts, you shielded them all for me!
Rolling over, sleeping on your tummy, sitting unsupported, gnawing on just about anything to many more, reaching a milestone was nothing but a matter of fact to you but it was a whole lot of celebration each time for us.
As much as your dad and I love to watch you grow, there is this inexplicable pang of longing in our hearts as we realize you would never be as small you are today, ever again!
I know there will be more blissful days, much more difficult days but nothing can come in my way of enjoying this everlasting chapter called “motherhood”. Touchwood!
About a year ago, I announced to my family and few very close friends that I was expecting my first. Since then, I had these big plans that I would convert this choti si blog of mine into a baby journal as soon as my LO was here! But oh boy! It took me good 6+ months postpartum to even think about writing (again)!
No firsts are easy; be it first day at school, first time on stage, first outing with friends, first love, first job, first kiss, first pregnancy…..first CHILD!
There is excitement coupled with anxiety and a bout full of self-doubt. With the first child, it is probably a 1000 times more.
I am finally here breaking free the shackles of sloppiness wondering where to start.
And then it struck me, the realization of how scared I had been (and still am) at every turn of this new responsibility while you made everything - my pregnancy, labor, delivery and postpartum a real cake walk!
Baby R, This is for you!
When I walked around with a baby bump, people used to ask me how I dealt with the nausea, morning sickness, cravings and what not. I had none. If it wasn’t for your kicks and my growing bump, I wouldn’t even have believed I was pregnant. Those 9 months were a breeze!
It was the D-day! Your dad, standing next to me holding my hand kept muttering “you are doing great” while I vaguely remember telling the nurse “I am exhausted” after a couple of hard pushes and the nurse brushing it off with one “Already?? Women here work hard sometimes 2-3 hours and you are at 5 minutes. Pull yourself!” And then, while the doctor was still scrambling to put on her coat, “pop!” you were out, just like that! Lucky the nurse was able to get her giant hand underneath your little pink head. The room was in shock and the doctor joked about awarding me with a “Record push time” trophy!
It was the first time nurse brought you to me to try nursing; you latched on effortlessly like a pro on the very first go and nursed by the book! All the breastfeeding troubles of other new moms varying from a bad latch to tongue tie to thrust to blocked ducts, you shielded them all for me!
Rolling over, sleeping on your tummy, sitting unsupported, gnawing on just about anything to many more, reaching a milestone was nothing but a matter of fact to you but it was a whole lot of celebration each time for us.
As much as your dad and I love to watch you grow, there is this inexplicable pang of longing in our hearts as we realize you would never be as small you are today, ever again!
I know there will be more blissful days, much more difficult days but nothing can come in my way of enjoying this everlasting chapter called “motherhood”. Touchwood!
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