We know that every child meets its milestone at its own pace. Even then it is difficult not to compare baby achievements.
When I saw Avi, My friend Shweta's kiddo, sit unsupported when he was mere 6 months old, I was surprised! Aa was not even close. I wondered how long will she take to sit. She has started sitting unsupported since 15 days now. Since then, I have seen huge developments in her activities. I think she is undergoing growth spurts.
She understands a lot more than she did a fortnight back. A slightly high pitched "NO" and she stops in her tracks to the wires. She associates voice with the person; can recognise lullabys from reprimands; screams in my absence; cries when a toy she is playing with, is taken away from her.
And physically too, she is pacing up. She sat, rocked and crawled (like full lenghts without falling) within 2-3 days. Now she finds sitting and crawling boring, so she holds me for support and stands up!! And here I was wondering when she will sit. In a blink of an eye she has done all this.
She is getting verbal too. Since yesterday she has started to make more meaningful sounds, not just gurgles. She started repeating "bababababababa" and "papapapapapa" all of a sudden yesterday evening! When we repeated the same to her, she found it immensly funny and burst into peels of laughter. Would have loved to upload the same. Maybe tomorrow.
I am sure all the babies are as smart and must be doing the same thing world wide. But that's the thing about your "own" baby, anything it does, you find it fascinating and boast worthy. Every parent feels proud of his/ her child's milestones. Hell, it is exciting even if it poops a different colour one day!
I am proud! Yes. Very. Very. Very!
However tired I may be, I look forward to the next day. Waiting for Aa to do something new, make a new face, try a new trick.
Aa, mommy looooooooooves you! Muah!
Friday, 24 August 2012
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Day 23 :: What made me happy today
We are on a roll! We invited some of KK's friends over for snacks. I presume you already know my friendship with cooking? Yeah, I kind of get all goosy when people come over. I never know what to make.
This time I called the shots and decided for myself what I would do. And I did! Successfully! Everything turned out great!
I feel content when guest who come, leave happily with a smile on their face. It's wonderful to know that they had a good time and enjoyed themselves. Yes, this is what makes me happy today. I am glowing at such a nice evening. I am dead tired now, but I am still *glowing*.
What made you happy today?
This time I called the shots and decided for myself what I would do. And I did! Successfully! Everything turned out great!
I feel content when guest who come, leave happily with a smile on their face. It's wonderful to know that they had a good time and enjoyed themselves. Yes, this is what makes me happy today. I am glowing at such a nice evening. I am dead tired now, but I am still *glowing*.
What made you happy today?
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Day 22 :: Reunited!
Deepak and Shweta were the first friends in US with whom we hit off instantly. We have spent many happy hours in each others company.
Shweta made my life livable here. With such dearth of good friends, I found solace in her. We ranted, bitched, complained, laughed and shopped together. Our happiness knew no bounds when we broke the news of our respective pregnancies. We had the same due dates. And no, we hadn't planned that.
Now they live in a different area, a little far from where we live. But that didn't stop us from having a good time. We loved their company after a very long time and this time with our kids trying to pull each other's hair, lord! did we enjoy! Posting some snaps of the two "new" friends.
Shweta made my life livable here. With such dearth of good friends, I found solace in her. We ranted, bitched, complained, laughed and shopped together. Our happiness knew no bounds when we broke the news of our respective pregnancies. We had the same due dates. And no, we hadn't planned that.
Now they live in a different area, a little far from where we live. But that didn't stop us from having a good time. We loved their company after a very long time and this time with our kids trying to pull each other's hair, lord! did we enjoy! Posting some snaps of the two "new" friends.
Happy Aarnavi! Happy to see some new faces!!!
"Look mama! Even I can pull her hair." - Avi
"Dadddy look, tongue comes out when avi pulls my hair!" - Aarnavi
"Yay!!!" - Avi
"Am I supposed to clap too?" - Aarnavi
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Day 21 :: True Words These
"You can never be a mother without bearing pain. This is just the beginning of it." - my mom, when I complained of a variety of pains I underwent post delivery
"Be it a love marriage or an arranged one, your real life will start only when you start cohabiting." - V, when I was at the threshold of a life changing event, my marriage
"So what if you are a girl, your hand shake should always be a firm one!" - my uncle when I'd grasped his hand nimbly during a handshake.
"If you start thinking about the commercial success of your book, you will never write one." - KK, when I wondered how well my book would do commercially if I ever write one
"Always refer to your in-laws as 'my in-laws'; never 'my husband's parents'. This will bring you closer to them." -Vru, my ex colleague and a good friend
:) aren't they awesome. These are some words that keep ringing on my ears again and again.
Casually someone says something in the heat of the moment, and there is so much depth in it. I do believe in all of these above and I abide by them.
Will post some more when I remember them. These advices are worth sharing.
"Be it a love marriage or an arranged one, your real life will start only when you start cohabiting." - V, when I was at the threshold of a life changing event, my marriage
"So what if you are a girl, your hand shake should always be a firm one!" - my uncle when I'd grasped his hand nimbly during a handshake.
"If you start thinking about the commercial success of your book, you will never write one." - KK, when I wondered how well my book would do commercially if I ever write one
"Always refer to your in-laws as 'my in-laws'; never 'my husband's parents'. This will bring you closer to them." -Vru, my ex colleague and a good friend
:) aren't they awesome. These are some words that keep ringing on my ears again and again.
Casually someone says something in the heat of the moment, and there is so much depth in it. I do believe in all of these above and I abide by them.
Will post some more when I remember them. These advices are worth sharing.
Monday, 20 August 2012
Day 20 :: Kiss a Bye
1:00 AM
She felt his embrace against her. She cooed to him in sleep "You came back? I didn't expect you till tomorrow evening."
"I came to say bye, honey. I am leaving.", he whispered into her ears and lightly brushed his lips against her cheeks.
Her eyes flew open. And she sat up straight in her bed. There was no one!
1:05 AM
Aaarghh! It was a dream of course! How in this world was it possible? He'd just left in the late evening! And was not expected until the next day.
And god! Was that some real feeling of his embrace! And the kiss!
1:10 AM
'Nothing's gonna change my love for you....' her cell phone rang. She smiled; it was him.
"Darling you won't believe.... Hello? Hello?" There was no one speaking at the other end. She heard only some men shouting indistinctly and a siren wailing.
She cut the call. What the hell!
1:15 AM
'Nothing's gonna...' her phone sang again. Terrified, she cut the call yet again.
She called back; all she could hear was muffled voices combined with static.
She started debating whether or not to call back.
1:25 AM
The phone rang again. The romantic song now had started to sound eerie.
"Ma'am, does this phone belong to your husband?"
"Yes, why? And who is this? Where is my husband?"
"Ma'am, I am sorry to say but your husband was killed in a car accident. We will have to ask you to come and identify his body."
"Killed? Are you sure he is no more?" she asked calmly.
"I am sorry again. But yes, ma'am, he is no more."
"When did this happen?" she croaked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Our estimate is around half an hour back, ma'am."
She felt his embrace against her. She cooed to him in sleep "You came back? I didn't expect you till tomorrow evening."
"I came to say bye, honey. I am leaving.", he whispered into her ears and lightly brushed his lips against her cheeks.
Her eyes flew open. And she sat up straight in her bed. There was no one!
1:05 AM
Aaarghh! It was a dream of course! How in this world was it possible? He'd just left in the late evening! And was not expected until the next day.
And god! Was that some real feeling of his embrace! And the kiss!
1:10 AM
'Nothing's gonna change my love for you....' her cell phone rang. She smiled; it was him.
"Darling you won't believe.... Hello? Hello?" There was no one speaking at the other end. She heard only some men shouting indistinctly and a siren wailing.
She cut the call. What the hell!
1:15 AM
'Nothing's gonna...' her phone sang again. Terrified, she cut the call yet again.
She called back; all she could hear was muffled voices combined with static.
She started debating whether or not to call back.
1:25 AM
The phone rang again. The romantic song now had started to sound eerie.
"Ma'am, does this phone belong to your husband?"
"Yes, why? And who is this? Where is my husband?"
"Ma'am, I am sorry to say but your husband was killed in a car accident. We will have to ask you to come and identify his body."
"Killed? Are you sure he is no more?" she asked calmly.
"I am sorry again. But yes, ma'am, he is no more."
"When did this happen?" she croaked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Our estimate is around half an hour back, ma'am."
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Day 19 :: Cook-a-doodle
Cooking is not my favourite activity. In fact, if it acts like a stress buster for many, this activity is the main cause for stress in my life. Si if you see black circles under my eyes, it is most certainly the cooking.
Having made such catastrophic statement, that too being a woman; let me say that it is highly stereotyped that all women love cooking. I dislike it. I think cooking a meal that too everyday is a pathetic way to hell. It is my personal feeling though. I certainly do not intend to say that anyone who loves it, are pathetic. Believe me, I love eating. Not quantities though. I like the process of eating, but let's not get into that now.
Before marriage, there were all kinds of excusable reasons for not entering the kitchen. However once you are done tying the knot, you are expected to be the masterchef.
It is not to be mistaken that I cannot cook at all. I do manage to dress up the table with a decent meal and at times tasty too. I find it too tiresome to tax myself thinking day after day "what to cook?". I truly can never come up with something myself. I have to resort to cook books or the net for the same. If we are having guests at home, I'd be thinking hours and hours for one dish. My brain somersaults at the thought of cooking!
Give me a blank page and I will write something decent, but give me 5 ingredients and I will be running around in circles. There are a lot of women out there, who are enthused about cooking. Some even have blogs dedicated exclusively to their kitchen encounters. People might think that I am jealous of such bloggers. But no, I truly appreciate their patience to record and take a snap(!!!) of each and every step. In fact, I think "hmmm.... wouldn't it be nice if I could eat this right away?"
Like I mentioned earlier, I am a foodie. I watch cookery shows like a true chef would. I see every step attentively, every measurement accurately. At the end of the show, I'd be saliviating. Only if you ask me what went into making a delectable dish, I'd probably shrug off in reply because I never really paid attention to how it was done, rather I was busy thinking how nice would it be if someone made this for me!!!!
My mom thinks it is shameful that instead of mending my ways, I shamefully admit that I hate cooking. But where is it written that women should be passionate about cooking? It's just that I am not. That's it. I think it is better not to decieve myself of this wayward truth of my life. I do make something to eat everyday, don't I? When I invite people over, even though I spent ample amount thinking than on the action, I do it. It's not that I blatantly refuse to cook.
And one more thing, there have been more misses than hits in my kitchen adventures. I do not mind saying that even, openly. Hence, the displeasure.
Having made such catastrophic statement, that too being a woman; let me say that it is highly stereotyped that all women love cooking. I dislike it. I think cooking a meal that too everyday is a pathetic way to hell. It is my personal feeling though. I certainly do not intend to say that anyone who loves it, are pathetic. Believe me, I love eating. Not quantities though. I like the process of eating, but let's not get into that now.
Before marriage, there were all kinds of excusable reasons for not entering the kitchen. However once you are done tying the knot, you are expected to be the masterchef.
It is not to be mistaken that I cannot cook at all. I do manage to dress up the table with a decent meal and at times tasty too. I find it too tiresome to tax myself thinking day after day "what to cook?". I truly can never come up with something myself. I have to resort to cook books or the net for the same. If we are having guests at home, I'd be thinking hours and hours for one dish. My brain somersaults at the thought of cooking!
Give me a blank page and I will write something decent, but give me 5 ingredients and I will be running around in circles. There are a lot of women out there, who are enthused about cooking. Some even have blogs dedicated exclusively to their kitchen encounters. People might think that I am jealous of such bloggers. But no, I truly appreciate their patience to record and take a snap(!!!) of each and every step. In fact, I think "hmmm.... wouldn't it be nice if I could eat this right away?"
Like I mentioned earlier, I am a foodie. I watch cookery shows like a true chef would. I see every step attentively, every measurement accurately. At the end of the show, I'd be saliviating. Only if you ask me what went into making a delectable dish, I'd probably shrug off in reply because I never really paid attention to how it was done, rather I was busy thinking how nice would it be if someone made this for me!!!!
My mom thinks it is shameful that instead of mending my ways, I shamefully admit that I hate cooking. But where is it written that women should be passionate about cooking? It's just that I am not. That's it. I think it is better not to decieve myself of this wayward truth of my life. I do make something to eat everyday, don't I? When I invite people over, even though I spent ample amount thinking than on the action, I do it. It's not that I blatantly refuse to cook.
And one more thing, there have been more misses than hits in my kitchen adventures. I do not mind saying that even, openly. Hence, the displeasure.
Saturday, 18 August 2012
Day 18 :: Friends here
Yes!!!! After a very very long time today, we invited some friends over. Now I realize how much I missed socializing in a while.
One importance of having friends at such close quarters is that you can unload a lot and forget the drab.
Am currently enjoying a long chat with a friend who was kind enough to accept our invitation to stay over.
Bliss!
One importance of having friends at such close quarters is that you can unload a lot and forget the drab.
Am currently enjoying a long chat with a friend who was kind enough to accept our invitation to stay over.
Bliss!
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