The high's & low's of life

Aced my test last week, now have to look at the schedules for the next two classes before I can apply for the certificate. But I was pretty happy that I am now ‘almost there’ and a steady string of A’s should probably (hopefully) help at the work front as well.

On the home front, Kutie is keeping us on our toes.
5.30 PM Monday evening – I was little late to pick Kutie up from daycare (traffic, don’t blame me) and he was playing with a little cycle. I was happy to note that he was still doing fine. When I picked him up, I smelled poop – & the moment I mentioned it – he wails trying to get away from me. The day care ‘aunty’ mentions that she changed the diaper just recently and walked towards Kutie. At first, he turns as if to run away, but when she calls him, he goes to her in an instant. She takes him back into the room and I hear no crying, no tears – he lies their patiently until she finishes up with him. Dumb luck! NO!

Two hours later, at home: the mention of poop and a diaper change has Kutie wailing – tears running down his cheeks, the screams threatening to bring down the house, and the two other houses near ours!!

So now in his eyes we are the enemies, and day care, his best buds … when did this happen? SIGH!

Chronicles of a toddler

It’s been a while since my last post, and it was not something I had planned on – just something that happened – I stared into the blank pages and no words came out, there were no reminiscences to ponder upon. I felt at a great loss of words! Why? There was nothing wrong at home, at work or anything. Life moved along – Kutie accomplished another milestone of mastering to say two words together – “Acta poli” “Kaka poi” (daddy left, crow left – Elvis has left the building), and more astutely telling us about himself in the first person.

Then there were a few challenging nights, with the little fella waking up crying – we are still not sure if it was a bad dream, acid reflux, or if he was just plain uncomfortable! We started to change his routines a bit – moved dinner time earlier, so that there is no reason for an acid reflux wake up call at night. I read about sleep times for babies and realized that he is probably just not getting enough sleep so now dinner is moved up even earlier to accommodate an earlier bed-time. But its hard, to have his dinner ready by 6.30 - which means I have to get everything going pretty soon. No more park trips, little guy …. Sorry!

Sleep is good, Kutie. I remember my summer holidays, ah the blissful sleep till 9, 9:30, 10:30, oh till 11:30 AM. Dad would be gone to work by then, and Amma would have done with breakfast, lunch and other household chores. I would be groggy eyed eating breakfast and lunch back to back. Those days, no one cared about weight, so it was easy. At some point during the course of summer, Amma would appeal to my sense of right and ask me to get up early and help her out. But the day never came. The only times I woke up early was when the girls decided we were not playing enough during the day so we needed to meet up early mornings for a bicycle ride & a game of badminton. I never questioned why Amma let me get by with this careless attitude. When she was here last, she made a remark to Kutie when he woke up early “why do you get up so early, kutta, go back sleep, things will change soon so sleep well now” I remembered all of this over the last couple of days when Kutie started to have issues at night. She knew things changed, the blissful sleep without a worry would be thing of the past. Again, I am in awe of this wonderful person who let me have summer fun in ways that I wanted to; rather than forcing a routine at least during the holidays.

But back to not posting, work and school took a priority seat. This Friday my finals’ are looming large though in reality these are probably way easier than our Board exams. But what it is about exams and timed ones especially that just give me goose-bumps! So good luck to me!

Now why posting today, because I realized that Kutie is finally a toddler a ‘big’ boy. He is able to ably reply back to questions, albeit in his own way. The blog articles are likely to shift my role as a historian recording Kutie’s milestones to an active participant in his life. Case in point: Today morning, as I was feeding him, he wailed “Talamudi” (Hair – he loves to play with my pony tail twirling it around when I carry him, totally hates it if I fix it up in a bun). So I asked him, “Why do you like Amma’s hair so much? What is in Amma’s hair?” Without delay he replied, “(hair) Clip” LOL!

So get ready for more anecdotal conversations, run-ins with the whys and why-nots, and the advent of the little man in making!

How cruel can you get?

How drunk can you get - to be so off the mark that you let a boy burn to death and then possibly run away from the situation?

I just heard the news on NDTV about a 10 year old boy being burnt alive by a wedding party. Presumably, the wedding car hit the boy’s cycle and he asked for reimbursement and instead the men just took him. He was later found burnt (apparently only his feet were not charred and now is under autopsy). Hearing this, my head reels, my heart burns for the boy’s family – I cant imagine what his parents might be going through. You teach a boy to be self-resilient, go out and stand up to people for what is right and the result – THIS! I cannot believe it!!!

I was unable to find the story online yet, but now I am too depressed, angry, agitated to even bother too much!

Edited: Here is the story!

The best time ever …

… is when Kutie is asleep and I can nuzzle close to him in bed or when he sleeps oh so comfortably in our arms (honey and I fight over who gets to hold him – because we know the times are numbered – he does not like us holding him a minute longer than necessary). Ah the smells of a baby (ok fine toddler, and yes its Johnson’s baby powder…whatever!), the little soft warm body …. PERFECT.

The better times are …

… when Kutie follows us into every other room we go, helping out with our household chores along the way (Ok please don’t call the Child Services, he was only carrying his own little sock to the laundry room or the little glass to make his fake tea for us)

The good times are …

… when we can all sit contently in the living room and watch him play – all by himself with his cars, or watch him talk loud and fast into his toy phone or listen to him reading out from his books at the tea-table.

The bad times are …

… when I have to drop him at day care! This is officially the last time I do it … Are you listening honey!!! Oh forget it, I know you won’t … I just have to figure out a different way to get you to drop him off!

*** Thinking cap on ***

Eight - the magic number!

I am not sure why its 8 things about me or my son, but since I like the number ... why not. Since it was tagged by Aryan to Kutie - I decided it do it all about him, by him for him ...

Tagged by Aryan

8 Things I am passionate about:
1. Music – especially item numbers, that can make me dance.
2. My toys – cars, trucks and more of them please
3. Kitchen utensils are my other favorite toys
4. My books – especially if I can find a picture of something that I recognize – apple, car, butterflies, ca...
5. Jumping
6. Fire-trucks and police cars on the road – especially when the lights and sounds are on.
7. Going out on long walks – no sorry don’t turn around, just keep going
8. MILK … yes I said milk

8 6 Things I do that drives My Mom crazy:
1. No I will not open my mouth to eat
2. No I will not let you go anywhere without me, and that includes the bathroom
3. Yes, I love playing with your hair, even in my sleep.
4. If we play one song/one game – we cannot move into another one, just yet … well actually never.
5. Brushing my teeth is a chore (for everyone).
6. I like to brush my teeth with the steel spoon – Amma says that my teeth will all break soon … but who cares…


8 Things that I say often:
(more here)
1. One, too, thee ... (one, two, three ...)
2. Deet (light)
3. Tr-ruck
4. Vee-lam (water)
5. Mamu (food)
6. Chappathiii (chapathi)
7. Tummy (I laugh out loud, if I see someone’s tummy!)
8. Ali-cock-pter (be it a plane or a helicopter, its ‘li-cock-pter to me)

8 Books that I have read:
1. Blue Hat, Green Hat; Fuzzy Fuzzy Fuzzy! A touch, Skritch & Tickle book; Opposites; Barnyard Dance- by Sandra Boynton
2. What do you do? – by Mandy Stanley
3. Maisy’s Fire Engine – by Lucy Cousins
4. Happy baby words
5. My first word book; My first animal book
6. The big board book of bugs and animals
7. Welcome to Bob’s building yard - by Lauryn Silverhardt
8. The very hungry caterpillar – Eric Carle


8 songs that I listen to over and over:
Tamil, Hindi, Malayalam item numbers … Lets dance baby!
1. Amabalakara (Black – Malayalam)
2. Rajamanikam (Malaylam)
3. Devuda Devuda (Chandramukhi – Tamil)
4. Aadungada Yennai Suththi, Dole Dole, Vasaantha Mullai (Pokkiri – Tamil)
5. Nursery Rhymes – ABCD, Ding Dong Bell, If you are happy…, Five little monkeys
6. Old songs - Hai na bolo bolo (Andaz), Chanda hai tu (Aradhana), Mere Sapno ki rani (Aradhana, because of the train and jeep in the same song)
7. Bum Bole (Taare Zameen Par – Hindi)
8. A few Marathi songs from You Tube – Sangu Kai, Sang Sang Bholenath etc

8 Things that makes me the person I am:
1. A smile that lights up my face
2. The twinkle in my eye, when I very happy
3. Cries – I can cry the moment I want – with tears and all
4. My dad – everyone says I look just like him
5. I love listening to music – in the car, at home - everywhere
6. I love doing silly things and laughing out it
7. I can talk for hours on the phone
8. I love cuddle time …

8 Other Friends Tagged
Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya

Sorry I don't know any other names :)

Here's a few that I tag
Angel - a new friend
Cee-Kay,
NM,
Hiba's mom - who is back with a bang!

Cheers!

Here's to all you woman who ROCK THIS WORLD ... girls, women, moms, grand moms, aunts, teachers - to each and every one of you ...
A Very happy Woman's Day!


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And what better way to celebrate, but by launching a new design for my blog. Please let me know if you run into any issues. Thx!

First Crush

Piya Jiya tune mera, jiya le liya …

No, don’t get ideas … there is no puppy love! Well, maybe! No! Definitely not!

Ok here’s the story … Jiya is one of the girls from the daycare, there is another girl and rest are all boys all aged between late 2s to 8 months. Jiya is probably the youngest – very quiet, good looking girl. To get Kutie, adjusted to daycare, we (Amma and I) used to always ask him in the morning – lets go to Aunty’s house, to see all your friends … Jiya, Rishi, etc etc. Somehow this one name stuck. Now if you ask him where is he going, who will he play with? He will say “Jiya”!

I have never met Jiya’s parents, and I wonder if they will appreciate a boy saying their girls name over and over so easily … oh well! It’s cute and hopefully they will understand!

Keyword - worth a million bucks!

A nice summer afternoon. The flowers were blooming and dancing to the breeze. A little boy and mom decided to play some ball in the backyard. It was great fun. Then dad came along with a little video camera to capture all the fun they were having. Thud! The boy falls … he cries, he yells. Ah, a little scrape on the nose!

That’s the scene from today morning. And of course, being the 21st century parents, we decide to check online for a good remedy/cream for the little one. A little Google search should help right! Well actually if you don’t have the right key-words it will not! Look at the screen below. (Searched for "Cream for infant cut")



Do you see it?



On the right corner comes up an advertisement for “Find Cut Infant” LOL. I just laughed out loud. My poor baby stopped crying and came to see what was so funny. Of course when I showed it to my ‘smart’ husband, he was sure it was something wrong and tried the search a couple of times.

Ok so now to all perverts out there, go check out Target.com! :)


Edited to add: BTW, Kutie is doing well, the scrapes have almost healed.

Too hard to resist

Forwarded emails are often just a bunch of images and lots of blah with no substance but once in a while you see a really funny one come through ...

Only a mother would know!

When I was a baby, someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and it was one of my favorite toys.

Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea,' which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.

My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch his little princess bring him a cup of tea, because it was, "just the cutest thing!"

My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then Mom says, "Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet???"