In a fitting tribute to her brother, Bambi rolled over completely today ! And once she got the knack of it, there was no stopping her. Cocoa was the one most amused at this. The strange being that till now was lying flat now was slowly inching to her territory.
We are going to Kerala tomorrow for two weeks. Two long weeks of food and monsoons and surviving a 10hr car journey with two kids and a dog! Both the kids are down with fever and cold, thereby ensuring that I'll be subjected to advice and criticism from the moment we step out of the car. Am praying that both of them recover at least by the time we reach the Kerala border.
This is Bambi's first trip to kerala and most probably Mowgli will be sidelined with all the attention that she is going to get. Tantrums for sure by Mowgli boy. Pretty adventurous and hectic trip ahead. So Goodbye :-)
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Its one of those days!
Those days when i lose my cool at
- Mowgli ruminating with one piece of chapathi in his mouth for one hour. Safely tucked in between his cheek, he gives me a blank look when I get mad at him
- Yet another untouched lunchbox. Excuses are plenty. He had potato chips ( God alone knows from where!), there was no time for lunch, it was too much food in the box ( how can two chapathis be too much food for a energetic boy who had his breakfast at 8.30?) I wonder what the teachers and ayahs are doing. He has been going to daycare for almost two years and I've never had a complaint about him not eating.
- Bambi crying for apparently no reason. She doesnot want to feed, she does not want to sleep, she does not want to lie down and play. She just wants to cry cry and cry!
- At a tummy that still looks 5 months pregnant. I had slogged and slogged to lose all the kilos that I had piled on after Mowgli and now back to square one. It just hurts like hell and now with two kids, I know i will not be able to devote so much time to working out.
- At parents for reasons silly and real.
- Mowgli wetting his bed every night. He had got over it and was sleeping through the night. Now he is again back to wetting it twice or thrice at night
- At cracked heels and corns and calluses. At my laziness to do something about them.
- At all the aches real and imagined
- And at me for sometimes being my mother and sometimes being my father and sometimes being just me!!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Three months!
Dear Bambi,
Three months before, this time, I was sleeping in front of the operation theatre. The doctor was late and we had had no sleep the previous night. What with being taken for various tests at 3am and what not. The catheter was irritating (to put it very mildly) and I just wanted to get everything over. I was scared and anxious unlike the first time. Maybe because I knew better now. The BH and my mother were waiting outside each in their own world of thoughts. Both reliving Mowgli's birth.
After what seemed like eternity they wheeled me into the operation theatre, and then it was a flurry of activities. Pressure taken, random people describing my case history, questions asked of me on why I had opted for a C section, curled into a ball readying myself for the spinal anaesthesia. My doctor came in rushing and we were ready to cut! Everything happened very fast, I was fully conscious talking to the junior doctor when you were pulled out "Its a Boy! Its a Boy." I was slightly disappointed, but happy thinking of the cute nickname that we had selected for the boy.
"Oops, Its a Girl Its a Girl, that was the umbilical cord!" Everybody in the theatre started laughing and that is how you came into our lives. To the sound of laughter…
The first sight I had of you was wide open legs. I finally had to tell the doctor, "Yes, I got it. Its a girl. Now can you please show me her face!" I kissed you and there were tears in my eyes. Now, I dont know how that came about. With your brother, there were no tears, I was just relieved that after 6 long and horrible hours, he had finally decided to make an appearance! Seeing you for the first time was a sweet feeling. That the girl we had so longed for had finally come.
They cleaned you up, wrapped you in a blue flannel and went to show the BH and mamama. and Your dada kept on asking the doctor, "Boy or Girl?". The wily fellow just said "Why dont you see for yourselves?" and slowly took his sweet time unwrapping you. Your mamama says that your dada was ready to grab you from the doctor by this time. And once he knew, it was a girl, the baby girl that he dreamt about he was quiet, so happy that there were no words. He has always maintained that Mowgli and I gang up on him and he needed a girl to be on his side always. Well, now that you are here lets all gang up on your dada :-)
Three months went by really fast as always. You are one of the happiest babies I've ever seen (*Touchwood*). Content to lie down quietly, and once you started smiling, always smiling. You talk to yourself in different tones and if we dont pay attention, the tone starts becoming shriller and shriller. Mowgli loves you and kisses you the first thing in the morning.
You are very patient allowing him to smother you with his kisses, not reacting much when he slyly pinches you. Most evenings, you lie down on your playmat surrounded by cars and a hyper brother and a hyper dog! You have started travelling at 2 months, and completely at ease. You have been to drop your chachan at school, pick him up from the bus stop, have bought vegetables, walked in the play area downstairs, been to the swimming pool and even gone to the airport in a volvo!!! Others see you and exclaim "Such a small baby, why have you brought her out of the house?"But you are one tough chick! You fix them with a stare and then with a sweet smile. Tagging behind your brother from now itself. I shudder to think of the days when you will start crawling behind him.We are more relaxed with you, after all we are veterans by now :-) Enjoying playing with you, talking to you.
By the way, thats what you like the best- people talking to you. You also talk back making sounds in different tones. Its fun! Your nickname is still in dispute. Your dada is still sticking to his "old fashioned name" and I to the "modern cute name". I have the family behind me and your dada has the friends. Mowgli, depending on which of us he needs more, changes the nickname to gain preference. At times he will tell us to call you "Gudiya baby", "rehaan baby" etc. As the lady of this house, I have hope and faith that mine will be the last word, and my name will stick. Well, time will tell!
So, as always keep smiling and God Bless.
P.S. Do try to lift your lazy butt and roll over. Your hyperactive brother rolled over at this time!
Love,
Mama
Three months before, this time, I was sleeping in front of the operation theatre. The doctor was late and we had had no sleep the previous night. What with being taken for various tests at 3am and what not. The catheter was irritating (to put it very mildly) and I just wanted to get everything over. I was scared and anxious unlike the first time. Maybe because I knew better now. The BH and my mother were waiting outside each in their own world of thoughts. Both reliving Mowgli's birth.
After what seemed like eternity they wheeled me into the operation theatre, and then it was a flurry of activities. Pressure taken, random people describing my case history, questions asked of me on why I had opted for a C section, curled into a ball readying myself for the spinal anaesthesia. My doctor came in rushing and we were ready to cut! Everything happened very fast, I was fully conscious talking to the junior doctor when you were pulled out "Its a Boy! Its a Boy." I was slightly disappointed, but happy thinking of the cute nickname that we had selected for the boy.
"Oops, Its a Girl Its a Girl, that was the umbilical cord!" Everybody in the theatre started laughing and that is how you came into our lives. To the sound of laughter…The first sight I had of you was wide open legs. I finally had to tell the doctor, "Yes, I got it. Its a girl. Now can you please show me her face!" I kissed you and there were tears in my eyes. Now, I dont know how that came about. With your brother, there were no tears, I was just relieved that after 6 long and horrible hours, he had finally decided to make an appearance! Seeing you for the first time was a sweet feeling. That the girl we had so longed for had finally come.
They cleaned you up, wrapped you in a blue flannel and went to show the BH and mamama. and Your dada kept on asking the doctor, "Boy or Girl?". The wily fellow just said "Why dont you see for yourselves?" and slowly took his sweet time unwrapping you. Your mamama says that your dada was ready to grab you from the doctor by this time. And once he knew, it was a girl, the baby girl that he dreamt about he was quiet, so happy that there were no words. He has always maintained that Mowgli and I gang up on him and he needed a girl to be on his side always. Well, now that you are here lets all gang up on your dada :-)
Three months went by really fast as always. You are one of the happiest babies I've ever seen (*Touchwood*). Content to lie down quietly, and once you started smiling, always smiling. You talk to yourself in different tones and if we dont pay attention, the tone starts becoming shriller and shriller. Mowgli loves you and kisses you the first thing in the morning.
You are very patient allowing him to smother you with his kisses, not reacting much when he slyly pinches you. Most evenings, you lie down on your playmat surrounded by cars and a hyper brother and a hyper dog! You have started travelling at 2 months, and completely at ease. You have been to drop your chachan at school, pick him up from the bus stop, have bought vegetables, walked in the play area downstairs, been to the swimming pool and even gone to the airport in a volvo!!! Others see you and exclaim "Such a small baby, why have you brought her out of the house?"But you are one tough chick! You fix them with a stare and then with a sweet smile. Tagging behind your brother from now itself. I shudder to think of the days when you will start crawling behind him.We are more relaxed with you, after all we are veterans by now :-) Enjoying playing with you, talking to you.
By the way, thats what you like the best- people talking to you. You also talk back making sounds in different tones. Its fun! Your nickname is still in dispute. Your dada is still sticking to his "old fashioned name" and I to the "modern cute name". I have the family behind me and your dada has the friends. Mowgli, depending on which of us he needs more, changes the nickname to gain preference. At times he will tell us to call you "Gudiya baby", "rehaan baby" etc. As the lady of this house, I have hope and faith that mine will be the last word, and my name will stick. Well, time will tell!So, as always keep smiling and God Bless.
P.S. Do try to lift your lazy butt and roll over. Your hyperactive brother rolled over at this time!
Love,
Mama
Thursday, June 16, 2011
School, Two kids
On the first day, Mowgli comes back with a tear streaked face. Reason being " Mowglinte classile ella boysum gerlsum cry cheyuva" ! Thus starts peer pressure
Genes. They are a strange thing. Funny how they pop up unexpectedly. Just like his father, anybody and everybody within a 500m radius are Mowgli's FRIENDS. He doesnot know their names, they might not be in his class, they most probably will be ignoring him big time, but for him everybody is a friend. Randomly goes and hugs other kids, pulls a girl's pigtails as we walk towards the car, waves bye to another chap. He plays with the kids in the apartment for a couple of hours and then invites them home to play some more! The BH has sobered down a little now, otherwise he used to be as bad as this. Our house used to be the unofficial guest house for anybody who came to Blore! Am preparing myself for the deluge of 'friends' that will grace our house in the years to come!!!
He totally adores Bambi (the little princess has been christened Bambi). So the day starts with him crushing her with one of his bear hugs and kisses.
Along with the love, there are moments of jealousy when I'm given strict instructions to not give duddu to baby.. let her cry. And he has discovered that this is somebody whom he can order about. A small pinch for " baby enthina bedill susu cheythe? Go to the bathroom". " baby enthina kai vayilidane?" "baby enthina karayane... chachan edukano?" Slyly trying to lift Bambi when nobody is looking, pulling off her socks when he is irritated with her, surrounding her with cars and trucks of all shapes and sizes, talking to her about his trucks and monkeys and elephants.
Genes. They are a strange thing. Funny how they pop up unexpectedly. Just like his father, anybody and everybody within a 500m radius are Mowgli's FRIENDS. He doesnot know their names, they might not be in his class, they most probably will be ignoring him big time, but for him everybody is a friend. Randomly goes and hugs other kids, pulls a girl's pigtails as we walk towards the car, waves bye to another chap. He plays with the kids in the apartment for a couple of hours and then invites them home to play some more! The BH has sobered down a little now, otherwise he used to be as bad as this. Our house used to be the unofficial guest house for anybody who came to Blore! Am preparing myself for the deluge of 'friends' that will grace our house in the years to come!!!
He totally adores Bambi (the little princess has been christened Bambi). So the day starts with him crushing her with one of his bear hugs and kisses.
Along with the love, there are moments of jealousy when I'm given strict instructions to not give duddu to baby.. let her cry. And he has discovered that this is somebody whom he can order about. A small pinch for " baby enthina bedill susu cheythe? Go to the bathroom". " baby enthina kai vayilidane?" "baby enthina karayane... chachan edukano?" Slyly trying to lift Bambi when nobody is looking, pulling off her socks when he is irritated with her, surrounding her with cars and trucks of all shapes and sizes, talking to her about his trucks and monkeys and elephants. She on the other hand is relatively calmer than Mowgli. Totally content with life. And has resigned herself to life with Mowgli and Cocoa :-)
And us? We are enjoying this mishmash!
When I was pregnant with Bambi, a senior colleague told me "A second child will make your family complete. It might sound cliched, but its the truth." I had jokingly responded that with just one kid and a dog our family was as 'complete' as could be. But now I understand what he meant. Totally.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The little princess has arrived!
Well.. only time will tell if she is indeed an angel or an imp! Considering the genes, more the latter :-) The BH is over the moon with his darling daughter!!! How are we doing? Good question. I dont know. Mowgli is slowly getting over his insecurities. It was very sad to see him the first week with the baby. Trying to hide his feelings, acting happy because everybody else was so excited, worried about seeing me lying in the hospital, clinging to his dada, not sure whether he would be left behind somewhere. Terrible tantrums and tears for everything as a result of which he has lost his voice. Slyly hurting the baby when he thinks nobody is looking, a small bite here and there, a pinch. The little one is calm ( quite different from her hyperactive brother), so it is easier to just concentrate on Mowgli always. He is better now, smothering her with kisses and hugs when he feels like it. As the days go by, he gets more secure. I've had a C section this time and the worst part of it is that I cant lift Mowgli. My mother is here for a month and then the BH's mother for another month. I should rest and heal fast, but at another level I want everybody to go back and for us to be again a family...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Dear Mowgli,
Today when I scolded you, you hugged me tight and said "Mowgliku kettipidikanam" (Mowgli wants to hug). 
I felt very bad and as in the last couple of months wondered yet again whether having another baby was the right decision or not. Should we have waited some more years? Is there a right answer? I dont know. All I know is that I hope that you love the baby, more than Dada or mama. That you two be there for each other always even when we are dead and gone. That you two will get into mischief and will cover up for each other and make fools out of us. That for both of you, God will bless you with all the happiness and love that you need and more. And that we be good parents to you both. The last is my worry. 
Are we good parents? Are we doing the right thing? In the end there is no right or wrong, we do what our heart and mind feels is best for you. Whether it was really the best, time will tell. So sweetie pie, cheer up. Mama and dada love you and nobody else can take your place. You are the one who made us parents, who taught us patience ( well, we have improved.. what more do you expect?), who taught us to stop and smile, who accomodated all our crazy trips and our crazier ideas, who adopted Cocoa into this crazy household... You are the firstborn and that is always special :-) I could go on and on, but life needs to be lived and loved... Lets do that and be back here with how it feels to be the Big Brother in a couple of days!
I felt very bad and as in the last couple of months wondered yet again whether having another baby was the right decision or not. Should we have waited some more years? Is there a right answer? I dont know. All I know is that I hope that you love the baby, more than Dada or mama. That you two be there for each other always even when we are dead and gone. That you two will get into mischief and will cover up for each other and make fools out of us. That for both of you, God will bless you with all the happiness and love that you need and more. And that we be good parents to you both. The last is my worry. 
Are we good parents? Are we doing the right thing? In the end there is no right or wrong, we do what our heart and mind feels is best for you. Whether it was really the best, time will tell. So sweetie pie, cheer up. Mama and dada love you and nobody else can take your place. You are the one who made us parents, who taught us patience ( well, we have improved.. what more do you expect?), who taught us to stop and smile, who accomodated all our crazy trips and our crazier ideas, who adopted Cocoa into this crazy household... You are the firstborn and that is always special :-) I could go on and on, but life needs to be lived and loved... Lets do that and be back here with how it feels to be the Big Brother in a couple of days! Ummmmmmma.
Luv,
dada and mama.
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