Little did I know when I started this blog.. that I will hardly have any time to login and write anything.. Well to tell you the complete truth it is not always the brat.. but mostly it is 🙂
It does seem ages now that I am penning this but actually I cannot still believe it. It seems only the other day a red little bundle was wriggling in my arms and now when I have this very busy brat that won’t sit in place for even a minute.
After coming back from India..these couple of months passed as if in a daze.He learnt sitting on his own in India and just after we were back he started bottom shuffling and then shuffling this whole body to move.. it was so hilarious to watch him.. and just as I was enjoying his new found mobility..he started crawling and before I knew was all over the place.And then he found his next adventure..standing up and now he has started cruising while holding a support with one hand.. I know it will be a matter of days when he starts walking on his own which I am excited about and dreading at the same time.
But these I was prepared for ( well.. kind of) What I was not prepared for is the personality that I can see just grown in these couple of months. R is his own person..has his own likes and dislikes.. his own way of expressing them.I am amazed at how he has started understanding my words and how he completely lets me know his views and opinions by his actions and expressions. I was shocked.. yes shocked when one day when he was 8 and a half mo, I was trying to take the remote from him and tell him not to chew it..he just refused by shaking his head and telling me “nyang nyang” ( no I suppose) and crawled himself away from me and sat in a corner chewing it again. I did not know what to do or say! Nobody told me they are that expressive or opinionated from that age. And then the other thing hit me.The BIG THING. Like my friend used to tell me..They know.. they always know how to get the better of us!! And I realised, I can make all the checklist about what I want to teach my son I want.. but it is going to be a very tough journey ahead executing them.Parenting is a huge challenge and the first year is definitely not the toughest as I had in my mind!
A serious conversation early in the morning.
Siri: I am sorry I did not get that
Siri : Sorry I missed that
Me : bliaaaaaa
Siri: Did you mean Justin Bieber?
Siri: I am sorry, service is temporarily unavailable. Please try after some time
Guess who was fondling with my ipad!?!?
Visiting the family was fun and strenuous at the same time. R had a lovely time with his grand parents, uncles and aunts and I was a little stressed shuffling him around from place to place.. settling him in his new environment but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
We had planned to have a grand ceremony to celebrate the ritual for R taking his first grain of rice but ended up having 3 of them.. But R was really good.3 ceremonies, endless rituals and parties, hundreds of guests, lots of chaos and a lot of passing around later he was exhausted but still did not cry even for once. Everyone was actually amazed to see such a happy kid and his Mommy and Daddy were quite proud faced for that 🙂
And yes.. I did finally get the “prince of India” dress I was planning to get for R. Had to get it specially designed and tailor made as the shops do not do “Sherwanis” for such small babies and after innumerable trips to various shops his Mommy succeeded finding him the right sized “Pagri” (head gear) and matching shoes for the little prince . Actually I bought the Pagri first and then had the dress made matching the colour of the Pagri.. but what the heck!
R had many firsts while in India ..
- His first semi solid food.. and consequently his first solid poop ..LOL!
- His first words ..Dada,Mama and many more words still unknown to english or bengali dictionary 🙂
- His first turning on his tummy on his own (and won’t stop now)
- His first attempts at crawling (still not going anywhere)
- His first swing (his grandparents got for him)
- His first sitting unaided (cannot still sit on his own but can remain seated without back support)
So a very eventful trip comes to an end and a very eventful time is about to begin as Mommy will all on her own with R as we return to UK.
It’s about the reindeers and angels
Shining stars ,baubles and jingle bells
The smell of fresh wreath and sparkling lights
It’s about everything nice and bright
This year as the jingle bells chime
It will be someone’s very first time…..
And it goes on all day long. Anything R comes accross goes straight to his mouth..clothes, bibs, toys,blankets and of course six pair of hands (his own, Mummy’s and Daddy’s). He slurps,licks and chomps on everything except of course his carefully sterilised teethers and soothers ! And no matter how many times I wash them..I cannot keep up with R. His favourites..the green croco which has very tasty tail, the colourful Robo with his colourfully delicious hands, his “royal baby” bibs..he licks royally, and the Duck with nice chewy legs which is like his practice run before he chews on a real one.. and for some unknown reason his Daddy’s nose!
Before I had R I always thought I would sterilise everything that has even a remote chance of going into his mouth . And even the first few weeks, I was freaking over health and safety, using hand sanitizers 100 times a day, sterilising dummies every time it fell from his mouth and washing all his clothes in boiling water etc. I remember before R was born, while travelling I saw a Mum picking up a pacifier from the floor and washing it in plain water from her bottle and putting it right back to her kid’s mouth.I remember how freaked out I was and thought I would never ever do this! Now I know she was doing the normal thing..what every other mum does. Otherwise I will be sterilising the dummies at least 50 times a day! And his toys 500 times a day! So Golden Rule 1 : Stop freaking over Sterilisation.. You CANNOT sterilise everything! .
As I write this, I see R cozy in his Daddy’s lap merrily chomping on his Daddy’s nose!! Now, its not that the idea never occurred to me.. “cleansing them with mild soapy water and putting it in boiling water for sterilising”.. but that might not be such a great idea….. eh??!!
There is no way to explain how fast time is passing by and how very fast R is growing up!! Does every Mum feel this way? This friday as I was putting away the tiny baby and 0-3 months stuff away.. It hit me again!! Time is going to go so fast that I wont even realize when my tiny munchkin , clinging to me now, is going to grow up to a self sufficient boy!! When I looked at them .. the ‘tiny baby’ size onesies.. I could not believe that R actually fitted into them.. just a couple of months ago! And THIS is how fast it is going to be!! That Moses basket which seemed soo big when R first slept in it that we actually put folded towels and pillows to make it comfy for him.. is now too small for him to sleep in . So we are replacing it with a cot bed in a week or two .. And I know that he will outgrow it also in a blink of an eye!!
My emotions ( coupled with post natal hormones o’course) are overwhelming sometimes. Its like I want to capture every moment, every Firsts , save it and cherish them forever.. But the moments are slipping away too fast.. Too many Firsts happening at the same time and I have realised now I cannot keep all of it recorded . And it makes me sad sometimes..
I know I am blabbering now.. Or maybe its the hormones but I really really want to cherish ALL the moments at my pace and over and over again !
My cheeky monkey is 3 months today and what a joy it is to watch him growing up and boy.. he has grown up so much already.
Everyday , it is a constant entertainment watching him as he plays out different actions.He can reach out his hands now and finally realising they belong to him and so he is busy putting them to good use. Be it pulling my hairs, hitting the birdie is his playmat, or putting them into his mouth or using them as a balance to lift his head up..he is a real busy man now! And his legs are never tired of practicing his football shots and occasional kick-boxing! And his usual Philosopher’s face is breaking out to smiles every now and then..He makes a lot of attempt to talk to us in his language and is constantly making noises. A finds all his responses so funny! So every evening when he is back from work, he is going to sit with R in his lap and both of them will have long conversations each one in his own language..
A: bechlu bulo,gobchu chona..
R:UUUUUUU (more loudly)
A ( Shakes his head crazily): dhottolee dhottolee
R (snorts and smiles):Guuuu GUU..
And I watch this endless “meaningful” conversation for ages… Aaaah Bliss!!