Its been a while…

It is been a while there is an update here. Mom maintains this place and she has been super busy. With what you ask? Of course with me! There are lot of things happening in my life but she says she doesn’t have time to jot it. And one thing I cannot do to save my life is – write a post. I am illiterate by birth
Anyways a quick update since the last post – which was almost 6 months back…. that is 1/3 rd of my life has not been brought to public notice.  Hmmmphh.

*Turned one.. a big achievement. I tell you that is a life time experience. You do not get to celebrate your first birthday every now and then. Had a complete blast on my birthday.

*Moved on to toddler section in the day care. I like my new friends. They can walk / talk / sing / dance and of course eat by themselves. They do all sort of cool things. I have successfully imitated their talking, dancing & eating habits. Talking about ‘talking’ Yes I talk a lot. Mom’s twisted ladder thingie(Grown-ups call it DNA) is doing a good job at that!

*So far I can do actions on, let me count, 8 songs. “The wheels on the bus go round & round” is my favorite so far.

*Can scream to get what I want.

* Can point at the canister that holds all baby goodies.

*No I have not started walking yet. Stop asking that question. Will you? I have started taking 4-5 steps independently but that is about it. I cannot stand. So when I am kept unsupported, I start walking. Sounds funny eh? I am giving my best at walking though.

 

New look

I had never had a hair cut before…Can you imagine that? I mean, how many people do you come across everyday who had not had any hair cut since their birth? I was not born completely bald, but I had just enough hair to cover my scalp. It’s been more than 10 months and it has grown leaps and bounds lengthwise. Now my hair seems to be all over. One swipe on my head and they veil my eyes. They are weird near my ears. Every single hair seems to have grown in its own direction. Long story short, it’s a high time to cut them short. Moreover, before I turn 11 months, I should get ‘Jaawal’ done!

 
So today, I was made to sit only in diapers on daddy’s lap. After ‘Aukshan’ daddy cut a lock of my hair… click click ..photo has to be there, duh!.. then I was placed on the plastic sheet with a toy to play with. Dad started working on my head with a comb and scissor. Scissor went all over my head, behind the ears, on the forehead, near the nape. I was busy playing and did not know that I was getting a makeover. Hair fell all over my body (I wonder, why mom did not think of putting a poncho on me) It bothered me when tiny pieces went into my mouth. I tried to take it off with my hand but more hair clung on my face. But I did not cry at all. When it was almost done, daddy spotted a little strand behind my ear which was un-cut. He grabbed that strand and at the very same time I moved forward. What an impeccable timing!! My hair got badly pulled and I screeeeeeeeeeeeaamed! Tears started rolling rapidly. After that I would not let dad touch my hair. I screamed everytime he tried to cut it. At last without paying any heed to my bawls or screeches he finished his job. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was like – Wow… I have got a Halle Berry look! I like it. Good job daddy!

 
After a nice warm bath, paparazzi of mom and dad clicked my umpteen pics and send them across to aaji-ajoba, kaka-maushi, aatya-mama. I got one little hair-cut and the news has already spread across the seven seas… Aaahhaaa…. That’s the pleasure of being a baby!

 

Bornhan

I had my ‘bornhan’ today. It was fun to have everybody at home. There were five other kids to play with. I was dressed in red skirt and top and was ornamented with ‘halwa’ studded paper jewelry. I tried touching ‘diva’ when mom was doing my ‘Aukshan’ oops!!!  After all the aunties had their chance of doing aukshan, each one of them started pouring stuff over my head. Down came the puffed rice along with cherries (cherries were the substitute for ‘bor’) , M & M and ‘sakhar-futane’. And all the older kids pounced on me to grab their loot of M & M and cherries. It was scary! I cried like a baby for a while… Then was the time for snacks and drinks. Everybody dispersed and I happily parked myself on mom’s lap.

 
Apart from that ‘pouring stuff’ part I enjoyed being the reason for party

 

Doubting my ability

I am practically a lazy person. I love to sit or at the max, scoot. I do not like to stand. Man, standing on one’s feet hurts! And with this kind of mindset, it is lot of pressure if you are born to tennis-lover parents. I know mom-dad have been stealthily planning to turn me into a tennis-pro one day. But with the speed that I am progressing on moving around, they have started doubting if I will ever be a tennis player, let alone being a pro.

 
Sometimes, they just talk with each other on behalf of me… either one of them asks me a question and other answers it as if it were coming out my mouth. So yesterday, as our trio was watching Serena and Dementieva play, mom asked – ‘Neha, will you like to be a tennis player one day?’  Considering my love to just sit, my dad replied on my behalf – ‘Mom, Can this game be played sitting at one place?’ And they both laughed their lungs out. Hmmmppphhhh – I could do nothing more than giving dad this-is-not-funny look.

 

We have a new sitter!!

I don’t like lying anymore… Like I said before I like to sit. Mom thinks I am over pressuring my back, so after every little while she makes me lie down. Now how can I be mobile if I lie down??? These days nobody gets me my toys. I have to put efforts to get them all by myself.
So in the evening I was made to lie down and there was this tempting toy almost a hand away from me… ummm.. not my hand away but a grown-up’s hand away and nobody would give it to me.  I was expected to crawl all the way to that toy. I cannot crawl, but I can scoot. And for scooting you need to be on your little butt. Like I said, no-one gave me the helping hand to sit. I turned on my left side. Supported myself by the left elbow. I did not know what to do with the right hand. What to hold on for support. So I grabbed my right leg, just for the support. Slowly lifted my body, now the support was completely on my left palm. And with a grunt I came on the sitting position. Yaaayyyy!! Husshhh… What an accomplishment! Clap, people clap. I deserve prolonged applause!

 

Milestones

I now know what to do when you say – clap clap clap. I can also point to baby Neha’s picture frame. I can join my thumb and forefinger and stretch other three when I see the string of lighted bulbs to say that they look beautiful. I can imitate almost everything that you do. If you are making a typical sound, I do the same. If you are clapping, I will start clapping. If you start hitting your forehead, I can do it too (just that, sometimes I miss the target and hit hard on my cheeks ). If I see you banging on something, I can copy you ditto! Dad says it is one solid proof that I am descendant of clan of monkeys!

 

Ear

Daddy has got lovely ears. I love it when he holds me near or sleeps beside me. That way his ears are so easily accessible. You cannot pull eyes, you cannot pull noses, but ears –yes, they are very convenient to hold on to. And the ‘aaaah’ sound that daddy makes when I pull his ears hard, it is so funny. I laugh my lungs out!
I did not know mommy has ear too till last night when she put her head on my lap. I moved her hair away and whoa… there it was – a nice big ear hidden behind the hair!! Instead of pulling it I tried inserting my little finger in the ear hole. But mom screamed with laughter. I think it tickled her. he he he.

 

Addiction

These days I am totally into strings and straps. I love the way they move. I find these never ending things very playful. Any kind of them attract me – be it camera strap, ribbons, string tied to the toy or mama’s track pants drawstrings. I don’t like camera, I don’t like my toy dog which come along with the string. I just want the strap & string. But when I try to get hold of the string completely camera & toy dog advance towards me. And as I said, I don’t like them at all. I kick them hard when they come near me and continue playing with the strings & straps.

 

Toughie

Mom and dad always play with a cool looking toy which they call ‘laptop’. They never let me have it. I have to crane my neck, stretch my hand, and climb on their legs just to touch it. From experience I know it makes funny ticky-tick sounds when you bang your hands on the black thing and the vertical screen always has something flashy to display. I simply love this elder people’s plaything. Other day I discovered another cool thing about it, if you slide your finger inside those black chips, they come out instantly! So far I have managed to take off a little key that had ‘Q’ written on it with white. I have evil plans of clearing the entire keyboard! He ha ha ha (a wicked laugh)

 

What is this; what is that?

What is it with parents? Why do they love to covert any place, any room into an examination hall? Everyday, when I am having my meal peacefully in my high chair which is placed beside the dining table, they pop up the ridiculous question – Where is light? And they really pull the word light as liiiiiiiigggggggghhhhtttt, so that I can say it. I had made a big miscue by looking at it few days back and since that day I have been pestered with the same question everyday! I know that chandelier hangs right above our head and that’s where they want me to look when they ask – Where is liiiiigggghhhttt? They know I know where light is, yet they ask me every single day. Couple of times I did not respond to that pathetic question, but that doesn’t deter them at all. They incessantly asked till I look at that thing hanging above. I tell you, I hate the chandelier for existing right where I have my meals for it provokes my parents to boost my vocab.
In the dining area it is the chandelier that haunts me and in living area it is fan! When I am busy playing with my toys, up comes the question – Where is faaaaaaaaannnnn? I HAVE to look up and smile to make them change the topic.
Mom had taught me to touch her nose when asked – Where is noooosssee? and Dad taught me to touch his ear when asked – Where is eaaaaaaarrr? Very recently I came to know that everybody (including my little dog – Bingo) has nose and ear; otherwise my knowledge was restricted to – only mom has nose and only dad has ear.
Now that I have started learning things, I am bombarded with where-is questions so frequently that I have started dreading them all!