You, me and a Fun-day Sunday

It was a Sunday. You'll learn to appreciate a Sunday only when you start school. Your father had warned me that he would be working this particular Sunday, and it wasn't received with great joy by me. Confession: It was mainly because that would mean having to entertain you all day all by myself. I was exhausted by just the thought. The day started like a regular office-day and you're dad was off to work by 19, by which time you had curled up in bed for your morning nap. I was thrilled, and there you lay peacefully until 12. Once you're growling tummy was satisfied with milk, you were energised and ready to do what you did best: get naughty.

You decided the cushions looked better on the floor than on the sofa, toys added to the home decor when strewn around in abstract designs, it was fun to have spoons, saucers and cups going cling-clang every now and then, and yes a nice, round, pink onion is a thing of beauty in the living room. All done, you were satisfied with what you had achieved, and I had long given up my screams of resistance.

Your next item that needed some change from its present form and place was 'mommy dearest'. While I was comfortable lounging on the floor, you thought I looked better on my fours. There I was first an elephant that moved and swayed with a funny sound while you propped on top clinging onto my hair for support, then it was bow-wow time where I had to be quick on my fours like the doggies. Zoo time was over and I was lying flat on the floor, exhausted. Before I knew it, there was a thud and you had jumped on to my tummy and was laughing hysterically. I failed to see the fun but as always your laughter was contagious.

Then came the hide-n-seek, some fun with the remote, a few 'hello' sessions with the phone, a lunch between, and you decided to do a half an hour nap and was back with a bang. A few more elephant rides, a fun TV programme on dogs (that you absolutely loved, despite not being much of a TV person, at least now), more 'mincing mamma' games which left me punched in the tummy, chest, legs, back...whew! The bright side: it had you in laughter all the way. A few stories in between, a song you sweetly hummed for me, a few new words added to your vocabulary and before we knew it, evening had arrived, and did your Abba.

Thanks my cartoon network for making my Sunday so laughter-filled and lovely. Muaaahhh!!!

PS: I'll try and put up some pics of your Sunday Fun.

Alubululu...abluluu...kalabluu...alakala....

I may call it Gibberish, but it's the sweetest language I've ever heard and I long to hear them over and over again. Amma was the first clear word you said, though it initially started as 'Ammi' and somewhere along turned to Amma. Then came kaaka (crow), your favourite bird. A liking, I believe, more because it was the only creature you saw (apart from humans) from the balcony of our 9th floor apartment. The cows, goats, cats..all came later as you spotted them on the roads and empty plots near your grandma's house.
Coming back to your first attempts at speaking....you were always 'the man of little words'. You believed in action rather than words and there you would be crawling, then walking all over the house getting your things done. Somewhere during those days you surprised us with a full 1-minute uninterrupted speech which went something like 'amma....alubululu...abluluu...kalabluu...alakala....' and so it went. You had a strange sense of satisfaction after delivering this rather exhausting line, and here we were trying hard to recover from our laughter. We tried to get you to repeat it but then 'golden words aren't repeated'. These conversations continued, though mostly in bits.
Amma, kaakka were the 2 most-used words. I tried to get you to say 'achan' mainly so that your dad didn't get a feeling that since he wasn't around all day, you weren't too excited about him. Despite my regular efforts, you never even attempted to say achan. As you got more observant ad started going out more often (with dad, grandparents and of course Jocy), you started picking favourites and would attempt to say their names. You also did pick up a few words to get your things done. So there you were with an improved vocabulary: Bella (water), Ballaaa (ball), Palleee (lizard), Maeeww (cat), Boh boh (dog), Poo-pa & Chucha (for you bathroom trips), To to (tomato), Pepaa (paper, pen), Laalaa (lorry), aatoo (auto), Bykaa (bike), tyka (cycle), ka-ka (specs), Maanna (mango), Kodhoo (mosquito), Gadhuuu (goat), aannaa (elephant), Paam (pram), pais (money)...and still learning. Of course the tata and buh-byess are there too. Everytime the phone rings, you're the first squeak out a cute 'Hallooo' which sounds so adorably cute. Will try to records a few of these, and you'd know just how cute you sound.
Now for the favourite people in your life. You've mastered Amma and call it aloud clearly and a 100 every day. Love you for that sweets! After many many trials you settled for 'Abba' as the name for your dad. Amma and Abba it is for you. I find it quite cute though your Ammumma tries to get you to say 'Achan'. She's not been lucky so far. You have 2 sets of grandparents: one here in Kochi, and the other at Ramapuram. Here you have your 'Muthashan & Muthashi' and in Ramapuram you have your 'Ammumma & Muthashan'. Muthashan & Muthashi became 'Muchi' for you...and a few days later you changed it to Bechi. All Muthashans & Muthashis (irrespective of gender) are called Bechi. You next favourite is, of course, Jocy. We insist you call him Jocy chettan, considering there is a small age difference of around 40 years between the two of you. But Jo-chi it is for you and it remains so. At home here, we have Jisha to help amma and to take care of you. Initially you didn't have any particular name or sign or sound to identify Jisha. You would just go up to her and hit her when you wanted her attention. (She's been here since you were 6 months). One day, as she walked in, you ran to her screaming Jish...Jishh... It was sooo cute my munchy. At times when you really want to bribe her into doing something, you call out a very sweet mushy Jishyyy.
Adzy baby...how easily you have us in smiles with your little doings... love you sweetie-pie.

Peek-a-boo

Finding happiness in little things, celebrating little joys, smiling at the small wonders...these are lessons I learnt from you my little son. It's so easy to please you. When you're cranky or crying over something, all mama needs to do is hide her face in her hands and say Olichooo and then pop up from behind my palms and scream Kandoo (the peek-a-boo game). This has been your favourite game since you were 5-6 months and still remains. Now you're one and a half. To be able to stick to a favourite for one whole year and still have the same joyous smile every time the game's played, is no easy task my love. Again, something mama can learn from you.
Earlier we started the game, today you get it going. You run into a corner in the room, or the side of a wardrobe, anyplace where you can see us (and of course we can see you clearly, but that doesn't seem to matter as long as we pretend you're invisible to us) and then you scream out 'Ammaaa..Ammaa..'. I am to promptly respond but then realise you're not to be seen anywhere around. With an anxious face, I look around, behind the curtains, in the balcony, under the table (which for some reason has you chuckling from your hiding spot), inside the newspaper rack and then suddenly turn to that mischevous corner and exclaim 'there you are...my mamu darling'. If I could freeze that moment, for it brings out the widest smile in you and a glowing sparkle in your tiny eyes. A joy like none other.
Peek-a-boo continues to save my day often. Going through your album I realise we have many peek-a-boo moments captured on camera. Am sure you'll love them.
We play this game at least 7-8 eight times every day. Each time your face brightens just as much, if not more. And here we, adults, are complaining about the routine, the mundane, the everyday things. Mama needs to learn from you Adzy on how to enjoy the everyday things, the daily dos.
I love you my love...muaahhh.

Playing by the baby rule book: Month 3

I am not going to be following a timeline here. Simply b'coz it's not possible. There are so many surprises and sometimes shockers that you, my lil Aashu, have gifted me in the past one and a half years that I can't date them exactly. So don't be surprised if you see a note about your first tooth, and then later find me going weak in joy talking about your oh-so-cute toothless smile.
I remember the day you turned 3 months, you were on a mat on the floor. Soon I see you struggling to do a tummy turn. I was thrilled and watched in excitement as you tried and tried. You would turn to your side, try pushing yourself forward but would son fall on you back on to the mattress. You didn't give up and I was amazed at your patience and determination. Proud too! You kept doing the back-and-forth dance repeatedly until you suddenly rolled over on your tummy. I jumped off my seat and you were shocked too. I rushed to see if you were okay. Your eyes sparkled with the look of an achiever.
As if to prove your mastery over it, you repeated the tummy act 3-4 times continuously. An elated mother, me ran to call your father and share the great news. Our son's touched the first milestone. Your father was thrilled, and the great news was passed on to your grandparents too. Everyone was waiting to catch you in the act. But despite repeated requests, and mommy even doing a demonstration of the whole process, you refused to display your new-found skill. Soon the family was giving me the looks, as if it to say 'Did he actually ever do it, or was it just an over-enthusiastic mother's imagination?'. He did do it, not once but more than thrice...all in one stretch, I said. Don't think they believed me son.

I didn't give up, and kept trying and trying. Soon you made it clear that you weren't enjoying amma playing ringmaster act, forcing you to turn this way and twist that way. I gave up. I came to the conclusion that you were overhearing all the conversations going on in the house where people were saying most babies turn over when they are 3 months. Guess you didn't want to disappoint your parents and decided to go by the 'baby milestone chart', even if only for a day. So there you were doing what babies were meant to do (or so the wise claimed) at 3 months: successfully turn over on your tummy and view the world from a new angle.

Of course a month later, you were back to the tummy-turning act and this time with no prompting or coaxing. The minute you were down on a mattress of floor, you'd turn over, look around for a few minutes and then cry for help to be back on your back. And look at you today, you can lie on your back, your tummy, crawl on all fours, sit, stand, walk (errr...not really, you'd rather run, and aimlessly too and stopping only when you bang on to a door or wall).

The cat and dog story

Deciding to dedicate a blog to my little one was easy. Then came the naming it/titling it...some procedures of blogspot that I still haven't completely understood. One column reads 'title', one reads 'URL name' etc etc. I knew his talent at mischief should come through somewhere. There I had it, my munchkin mischief maker. This was the first that propped up in my mind and was praying it wouldn't be taken (and secretly I was telling myself that nobody would be smart enough to come up with what I thought was a cute yet naughty title). Bingo! I got it.
Then came the template part, which again I haven't quite mastered. I patiently ran through many options but soon got tired and I was still left with over 100 pages to check. I chanced upon this cat-dog blog titled 'Friends' and thought this would be apt. At least for now b'coz cat and dog are Aashu's favourite animals, whom he fondly calls 'Bo-bo' (to be read as bow bow) and 'Maew' (his version of Meow). His eyes light up the moment he spots a cat or dog. His vision gets unusually sharp when the object in sight is a bo-bo or maew, and he could spot them from any hidden corner, from miles away or in any darkness.
Next on his list of favourites is the crow and (don't cringe) the lizard! Ewwwww! Recently he's taken a fancy for the elephant, courtesy his grandmom who entertains him with a story of the 'elephant and tailor-man' which he wants to be told every day at least 5 times. Kids...they are so easy to please. Err..well almost always!

For you, my little love

A little pink princess somewhere in Sydney inspired me to start this blog dedicated to my son, now one and a half years old. Usually people say it seems like just yesterday when I first help my baby and today he's almost 2...how time goes by. But in my case, the fact is I cannot clearly recall my first touch of my first baby (whom we've named Ayush Devank), who will henceforth be called anything from Ayush to Aashu to cutesy to cartoon to anything that his acts/expressions justify.
The first touch, the first expression--which my mom and husband claim was one of utter irritation at being taken out of the quiet floating comfort he enjoyed into a bright, crowded, busy environment. I often find myself struggling to rewind an image of little Ayush in his early days, but soon am forced to go back into albums for a clear picture. Each day I waited to see a new action, a different expression, a new trick, a new sound...a little too ambitious mom I guess. I waited for him to turn over, then was eager to see him crawl all around, helped him stand, urged him to take his first shaky steps and today when he's running all over, I find myself wanting to catch a glimpse of his crawling days. Thankfully a few videos help. The things I so waited for are today so hard to recollect. I realise I am so busy focusing on his nexts that I often forget his firsts.
The little Pink Princess reminded me to enjoy, savour, cherish every moment before it vanishes into a dim corner in your mind. This one's for my baby, for giving me so many reasons to smile, brightening my days with his toothless grins, giving me his "chaadu ki chappis" which pulled me out of my little lows, for teaching me to laugh at little things...and most of all for awakening the mother in me. The many things I may have missed out on saying, the many hugs &kisses I may have forgotten to give...my Little Mischief Maker...this one's for you and about you.