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.