July 14, 2010
Little Tikri
This book from DC's Tumbi collection has been with us for the past few months. But only today did the three of us snuggle together and enjoy it. The book is about Little Tikri, a happy baby elephant who strays away from his herd and is taken away to a far away place. Appu liked it that the story supposedly took place in Sri Lanka and thinks that Tikri might have been taken to the Elephant Orphanage at Pinnewala. She was sad that Tikri never got to meet his mother again, though. Aarush loved the sound effects I could put into my reading. And I loved being able to spend 20 minutes with the two of them close to me.
July 13, 2010
Musings of a mushy mom
Aarush is soon going to turn a year old! My boy seems to be the topic that I blog about most. Can’t help it as I am enjoying motherhood so much more with him that with Appu. As I mentioned in an earlier post, with Appu I was a mom with bare minimum involvement. Though I must add, I am enjoying Appu more these days. Even though she does give me real hard times, I am discovering more and more about her each day. I am amazed at how matured and grown up she can be at times, how utterly irritating and nosy a pest she can be at times and much to my disdain how rebellious and totally defiant she can be at times.
Aarush is fast becoming a very delicious cherry pie topped with a generous scoop of the yummiest cream. Its unbelievable that this is the very same baby who was so peaceful just a few months back, charming all with his ready smiles, open arms and constant drools. Overnight he has turned into a little rascal whose mission each day is to be up on his oh-so-tiny twos, stuffing himself into anything that he can barely get his body into, conquering new heights, demolishing anything stacked up neatly in any corner of the house, ripping pages of any old magazines or books within his reach, practicing and improving his biting skills mostly on his sister, openly proclaim his dislike for the way ammoomma has arranged the kitchen and implement changes at his own will.
Aarush is fast becoming a very delicious cherry pie topped with a generous scoop of the yummiest cream. Its unbelievable that this is the very same baby who was so peaceful just a few months back, charming all with his ready smiles, open arms and constant drools. Overnight he has turned into a little rascal whose mission each day is to be up on his oh-so-tiny twos, stuffing himself into anything that he can barely get his body into, conquering new heights, demolishing anything stacked up neatly in any corner of the house, ripping pages of any old magazines or books within his reach, practicing and improving his biting skills mostly on his sister, openly proclaim his dislike for the way ammoomma has arranged the kitchen and implement changes at his own will.
He does very little crawling nowadays and prefers to go around his business with on his feet. In cases of major emergencies, such as his rightful place of honour on ammoomma’s or amma’s lap being usurped by his sis, he can even manage to change gear at short notice and race around with his arms raised hollering tiny mouthfuls at her. He loves pushing and lugging things around and I encourage him. (Yeah.. ulterior motives here..I am hopefully raising a lad who in the future can be at my beck and call for rearranging the furniture around the house. He loves music and can actually dance. (Yes, I consider the wiggling and jiggling and the bum shaking accompanied by the flaying hands as dance!) He likes to chew on everything he comes across and now we have remotes drenched in his sugary drools, half-swallowed-but-pulled-out-by-the-rescue-team curtain tiebacks, chewed-and-curled-up sofa edges what not. The other day I discovered a threadbare patch on a blanket of his. No points for guessing.
I feel so blessed when at the end of a day made so tiresome by the above antics, the little one curls up beside me, warm tiny body of his snuggled against me, a little head in the crook of my arm, breathing deeply, smiling at times and sleeps contently through out the night. My little baby, aint Amma lucky to be your mom!
July 11, 2010
Lovely locks and curls
The soft curls are encroaching upon the limited space on the tiny forehead and the nape. Time for yet another first. Yes…Aarush’s first haircut.
The curls are adorable and I am unreasonably and shamelessly sentimental (boo… hoo !!) about having his first strands of hair removed…! Soon this too will be done…after his first birthday on 26th.
The curls are adorable and I am unreasonably and shamelessly sentimental (boo… hoo !!) about having his first strands of hair removed…! Soon this too will be done…after his first birthday on 26th.
Uff..those hows and whys
Appu’s abacus classes at BrainObrain starts today. The classes will be held twice a week for 2 hours.
The bus driver was on line with me while I was at work informing that he would be reaching below our building in 5 minutes. I was frantically trying to call home so that they would be able to get ready and come down before the bus arrives. Appu answers the phone.
Me: Appu, the bus will be coming down in 5 minutes. Please ask Ammoomma to take you down.
Appu : How do you know he will come in 5 minutes?
Me (hoping its not one of those sessions) : He told me.
Appu : How he told you?
Me : I called him on his mobile.
Appu : How "you" got his number?
Me : I got it from BrainObrain
Appu : How "they" got his number?
Me (Oh no, just what I feared!) : He is working with them. They asked him and got his number.
Appu : Okie, how "he" got his number?
Me (grinding my teeth) : What??
Appu – See, when he was a baby and a child , he did not have a number, right? So now from where did he get the number?
Me (rolling my eyes – tell me, can u expect such questions even at 61/2? I thought we were long past that) – Can you now just get ready and go down. The bus will be coming in a moment! (Thank Gawd!!)
The bus driver was on line with me while I was at work informing that he would be reaching below our building in 5 minutes. I was frantically trying to call home so that they would be able to get ready and come down before the bus arrives. Appu answers the phone.
Me: Appu, the bus will be coming down in 5 minutes. Please ask Ammoomma to take you down.
Appu : How do you know he will come in 5 minutes?
Me (hoping its not one of those sessions) : He told me.
Appu : How he told you?
Me : I called him on his mobile.
Appu : How "you" got his number?
Me : I got it from BrainObrain
Appu : How "they" got his number?
Me (Oh no, just what I feared!) : He is working with them. They asked him and got his number.
Appu : Okie, how "he" got his number?
Me (grinding my teeth) : What??
Appu – See, when he was a baby and a child , he did not have a number, right? So now from where did he get the number?
Me (rolling my eyes – tell me, can u expect such questions even at 61/2? I thought we were long past that) – Can you now just get ready and go down. The bus will be coming in a moment! (Thank Gawd!!)
July 8, 2010
The sinner in me
I have seen this tag doing its round all through blogworld and was feeling a tad low that no one had tagged me. On second thoughts, what the hell, I might as well take it up and do it on my own as mentioned in my comment in Rohini's post. To my greatest joy I have been tagged today by IHM. I am gladly going to take it up and celebrate my very first tag. Thank you IHM and Rohini.
Here are a few things traits of mine contrary to those expected from members of my gender:
1) Cooking is one of the things that I hate doing. Needless to say I am a lousy cook. B is a much better cook than me. Helps that he enjoys cooking as well. Most of the cooking at home is done by mom though.
2) I can converse better with on topics such as current affairs, economy, books etc than on mouthwatering recipes, h/m/bollywood gossip, fashion trends, skin care tips, problems with maids etc.
3) I handle the finance at home. All savings and investment plans are researched and compared by me.
4) I have smoked regularly and enjoyed it as well in my late teens. I am totally off it now and would never recommend it to anyone though.
5) I am most comfortable in minimal or no make up. I am not willing to take pains just to look good and cannot imagine punishing myself to go around in high heels or heavy silks or chunky jewellery even if the situation demands it.
6) I love reading and its definitely not the mushy romances and I cannot imagine starting the day without the seeing the headlines atleast.
7) I do not watch any of the never ending tear jerking serials on TV.
8) I love animals and most of dogs. Not the dolled up and furry ones. I mean the big and fierce ones.
9) I dislike shopping except for home decor or for kids clothes. I have a few comfortable clothes and shoes that feels nice on me and I do not mind wearing them till they are threadbare whether or not they look nice on me.
10) I do not have a fancy for those pink mobiles or the twinkling ones. neither have I ever had dainty / chunky keychains. My key chains are the no nonsense kind either in leather / metal.
11) I love cars and try not to miss any of the Auto exhibitions in this part of the world. I have been driving from the time I was permitted to as per the law. I love driving though I am not too adventurous and prefer being a safe driver.
12) I whistle and am very good at it. Whistling is a stress reliever for me much to the ire of my mom and hubby.
13) I am the ruthless one at home. I do not get moved by sob stories either in real life / movies or in books. I have noticed a change in this after the birth of my son though.
14) I head a group of 14 all male staff.
15) I am uncomfortable when others fuss over me, try to pamper me , make me feel special etc.
16) I have always kept my nails short and have short and square fingers. I have no qualms about using my naisl to pull out stapler pins without depending on the staple removers even though it leaves me with ridged nails.
17) I used to climb the filing rack to pull out files earlier whereas all the other women folk would require the help of the office assistant. I even used to change the 5 gallon water bottles kept atop the dispenser.
18) i ogle at pretty and well dressed women and am usually the one to nudge B when I spot one.
All said and done, until now I have never considered any of the above traits of mine as manly. And on the same note, I consider myself very very feminine and am very soft spoken, family oriented and shy person usually, love to be surprised with gifts like flowers, teddies still etc.
I dont think I will tag anyone as almost all the blogs I follow seems to have received the tag and will happily take up the curse.
Here are a few things traits of mine contrary to those expected from members of my gender:
1) Cooking is one of the things that I hate doing. Needless to say I am a lousy cook. B is a much better cook than me. Helps that he enjoys cooking as well. Most of the cooking at home is done by mom though.
2) I can converse better with on topics such as current affairs, economy, books etc than on mouthwatering recipes, h/m/bollywood gossip, fashion trends, skin care tips, problems with maids etc.
3) I handle the finance at home. All savings and investment plans are researched and compared by me.
4) I have smoked regularly and enjoyed it as well in my late teens. I am totally off it now and would never recommend it to anyone though.
5) I am most comfortable in minimal or no make up. I am not willing to take pains just to look good and cannot imagine punishing myself to go around in high heels or heavy silks or chunky jewellery even if the situation demands it.
6) I love reading and its definitely not the mushy romances and I cannot imagine starting the day without the seeing the headlines atleast.
7) I do not watch any of the never ending tear jerking serials on TV.
8) I love animals and most of dogs. Not the dolled up and furry ones. I mean the big and fierce ones.
9) I dislike shopping except for home decor or for kids clothes. I have a few comfortable clothes and shoes that feels nice on me and I do not mind wearing them till they are threadbare whether or not they look nice on me.
10) I do not have a fancy for those pink mobiles or the twinkling ones. neither have I ever had dainty / chunky keychains. My key chains are the no nonsense kind either in leather / metal.
11) I love cars and try not to miss any of the Auto exhibitions in this part of the world. I have been driving from the time I was permitted to as per the law. I love driving though I am not too adventurous and prefer being a safe driver.
12) I whistle and am very good at it. Whistling is a stress reliever for me much to the ire of my mom and hubby.
13) I am the ruthless one at home. I do not get moved by sob stories either in real life / movies or in books. I have noticed a change in this after the birth of my son though.
14) I head a group of 14 all male staff.
15) I am uncomfortable when others fuss over me, try to pamper me , make me feel special etc.
16) I have always kept my nails short and have short and square fingers. I have no qualms about using my naisl to pull out stapler pins without depending on the staple removers even though it leaves me with ridged nails.
17) I used to climb the filing rack to pull out files earlier whereas all the other women folk would require the help of the office assistant. I even used to change the 5 gallon water bottles kept atop the dispenser.
18) i ogle at pretty and well dressed women and am usually the one to nudge B when I spot one.
All said and done, until now I have never considered any of the above traits of mine as manly. And on the same note, I consider myself very very feminine and am very soft spoken, family oriented and shy person usually, love to be surprised with gifts like flowers, teddies still etc.
I dont think I will tag anyone as almost all the blogs I follow seems to have received the tag and will happily take up the curse.
To each its own!
Yet another milestone in Aarushland. He is now able to correlate things to their use. Here are a few cute examples in his words:
1) Don’t leave any hair brushes leaving around.. I will use it to comb my hair ---- so what if I use the side without bristles!
2) Wonder why amma is finding it such a task change my diapers? Poor thing ..she has to sing, coo, shout , snarl…what not to keep me from wriggling…Cant she understand that I have better no time to waste and need to rush off to my next adventure…come on …just give it to me and I know where it has to be kept!
3) First off all at grandma’s insistence they put this (girlie) tinkling silver (girlie) anklets on my legs…doesn’t she know I am a man and this thing feels so girle! On top of that it keeps coming off even when I take a nice stretch on bed…! Umpteen number of times I have to sit and struggle with it unsuccessfully trying to get in back on my leg. U cannot blame me for not trying enough!
4) All the tidbits of paper left around by my messy sis…I go around cleaning up the place singing
Bits of paper,
Bits of paper;
Lying on the floor,
Lying on the floor;
Make the place untidy,
Make the place untidy;
Pick them up,
Pick them up.
Shove it into your mouth,
Shove it into your mouth!
1) Don’t leave any hair brushes leaving around.. I will use it to comb my hair ---- so what if I use the side without bristles!
2) Wonder why amma is finding it such a task change my diapers? Poor thing ..she has to sing, coo, shout , snarl…what not to keep me from wriggling…Cant she understand that I have better no time to waste and need to rush off to my next adventure…come on …just give it to me and I know where it has to be kept!
3) First off all at grandma’s insistence they put this (girlie) tinkling silver (girlie) anklets on my legs…doesn’t she know I am a man and this thing feels so girle! On top of that it keeps coming off even when I take a nice stretch on bed…! Umpteen number of times I have to sit and struggle with it unsuccessfully trying to get in back on my leg. U cannot blame me for not trying enough!
4) All the tidbits of paper left around by my messy sis…I go around cleaning up the place singing
Bits of paper,
Bits of paper;
Lying on the floor,
Lying on the floor;
Make the place untidy,
Make the place untidy;
Pick them up,
Pick them up.
Shove it into your mouth,
Shove it into your mouth!
July 6, 2010
What's in a name?
I had second thoughts about the name of my blog and my blog title after reading the following
http://wild-bohemian.com/nestdisc.htm
So I have decided to go in for a change and given it a new name - Of rainbows and kites.
These are 2 things which remind me that small things in life can bring about a unprecedented joy. Firstly, I have never been fortunate to see a full rainbow up in the sky and yearn for the moment I will be able to spot one. I can imaginethe exhilaration and awe i would feel when I see one. This would give me pure unadulterated joy.
Secondly, I have always wanted to fly a kite. The very thought of the seeing the kite dancing up in the sky to the tunes controlled by me gives me a lot of thrill.
The experince I anticipate from my blog is similar to these. A place where I can note down the tidbits in my life and the pleasures and pain I experienced / will experience in bringing up my babies. Something which I believe will never fail to elate me when I read thro' the posts at a later date. So here is the renamed version.
http://wild-bohemian.com/nestdisc.htm
So I have decided to go in for a change and given it a new name - Of rainbows and kites.
These are 2 things which remind me that small things in life can bring about a unprecedented joy. Firstly, I have never been fortunate to see a full rainbow up in the sky and yearn for the moment I will be able to spot one. I can imaginethe exhilaration and awe i would feel when I see one. This would give me pure unadulterated joy.
Secondly, I have always wanted to fly a kite. The very thought of the seeing the kite dancing up in the sky to the tunes controlled by me gives me a lot of thrill.
The experince I anticipate from my blog is similar to these. A place where I can note down the tidbits in my life and the pleasures and pain I experienced / will experience in bringing up my babies. Something which I believe will never fail to elate me when I read thro' the posts at a later date. So here is the renamed version.
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