"Working" from home

Dad picked me up in the evening today since he was "working" from home.

Who needs Mr. Bean when Dad's around ? Here's why
1.He has a unique way of putting my jacket on me - only he can make such mundane tasks so complicated. He puts the jacket on me with one hand while holding me with another and all the while he is standing. Very acrobatic and I am sure entertaining for the onlookers
2. He spent 20 mins trying to put the plastic on the pram and he still got it wrong in the end.. How hard can it be ? Well, it takes less than 5 for mom. Doesnt matter .. so long as I dont get wet.
3. He never remembers the code to the nursery door. He stands there smiling till a kindly soul lets him in.
4. He almost left my bag in the nursery lounge. Thank god he remembered to hold on to me all the time
5. He remembered to tie me up only after walking 5 blocks on the way home.
6. He forgot the home keys --if he had picked me any earlier, we would have had to wait in the railway station waiting room for quite a while. Thank god Mom was back from work in less than 15 mins.
7. He had dozed off to sleep before he was due to pick me up. He would have got some serious mouthful from Mom had he remained asleep.

All in a day's work !!

Mumble Mumble, toil & trouble

To the tune of "Folsom prison blues"

When I was just a baby
My momma told me son
Always sleep through the night
Dont wake up everyone
But even when I am asleep
I mumble in my dreams
I do it very loudly
Alternating with some screams

Okay its not completely fair- but thats what I have been doing for the past 2-3 days. There is no reasonable explanation why I am acting like this except that I maybe too tired.

We had gone on a shopping trip to London yesterday and spent almost the whole day outside. I was in a great mood and spoke to everyone whom I saw in the stores. Most people smiled and played with me - the myth about "stiff upper lip" is simply not true.

The important thing for mom was that none of the men were cranky about shopping. There was no fussing, no making faces, no signs of fatigue and in my case, no crying.

Did I just see Sachin's last innings ?

I am seated on my dad's lap watching the World cup match between SL and India, a must-win for the latter. Sachin Tendulkar just got out for a duck and the chances of India winning are diminishing by the minute, which means this might be our last match in the World cup.

It is likely that Sachin might retire after the World Cup and we might never see him play again. Too bad people of my generation may never get to see him play live. But thanks to the 1000s of Youtube videos, I guess I will always be able to see what he was like.

Which is bad in a way. There is a certain aura and mystery about legends such as Don Bradman, Rod Laver and Dhyanchand - people that my dad has never seen play and yet can identify with them based on what he has heard/read about them. Will the numerous videos, pictures and articles about Sachin actually diminish the legendary status that he deserves ?

I guess not - whatever else the digital archives can do - they will not be able to replace my Dad's reminiscence of Sachin attacking Shoaib Akhtar in World Cup or scaring the wits out of Shane Warne in Sharjah. I look forward to hearing those stories .

Who works the most in our house ?

Me of course...

Dad drops me off at 7:45 a.m. and mom picks me up at 5:30 p.m. All this hard work makes me so tired.

My health has improved now.. but Dad and mom seem to be still carrying the bug around. I guess I am helping towards building their immunity.

I am so excited - Yash and Harsh and Urvi Aunty and Grandpa are coming to see me on 19th April and will stay on for more than a month. They got their visas and they are already making grand plans. I will have to teach Harsh some good habits on eating healthy food - I hope when he goes back he is a changed man.

My wish list

I wish to inherit...

• My dad's height
• My mom's weight
  
• My dad's looks
• My mom's complexion
• My dad's strength
  
• My mom's grace
• My dad's math skills
• My mom's word skills
• My dad's ideas
• My mom's followthroughs
• My dad's finance skills
• My mom's organization skills
• My dad's love for music
• My mom's love for art
• My dad's love for mom
  
• My mom's love for dad

Over time I will keep adding to it... in the meanwhile, please start using those in your prayers for me...:-)

Oh yeah, dont reverse the wishes - that would be a disaster.

Hunger pangs

I have a question - if I have a near consistent timetable for my meals, why arent they ready on time ? I expect to be seated in my highchair, with a bib around my neck and the hot meals in front of me just as soon as its mealtime. And its not as if I dont give enough warning about it - I become a little irritable and show it too by making faces and noises. Surely that should get mom and dad to just leave everything else and start attending to my needs.

But mom is extra careful - she has to make sure that the food is at correct temperature, the milk bottles are sterilised and the vessels are clean. It just makes the wait so unbearable. And really, one can hardly find dad's finger tapping amusing when the hunger pangs are so strong. I kept crying till they brought the food in front of me.

Okay time for me to hold my hand up as well. I get a little annoyed between the spoonfuls if Dad or mom take a little time to offer the next bite. Especially so if they are switching between the milk, fruit or my main course. I guess they must be wondering if it was possible to get an extra hand to adjust.

I really enjoyed the pasta lunch and the pumpkin-potato mash dinner. Thanks mom - you're the best.

Time for me to go to sleep after a long day when I had to speak to my grandpa, my Urvi aunty and my great grandma. I also enjoyed the trip to the park today - the weather's really improving now - I hope to see more of the outdoors now.

Good night !!

Mother's day is approaching

What better way to wish Mother's day then letting mom know that I have loved her even before I saw her the first time...

Picture taken in the hospital (an hour after I was born)

Feeling hot hot hot

Okay no jokes. I have been running a fever of 37-38 C . I had been feeling very cranky over the weekend and it just started getting worse since yesterday. I was red-carded from the nursery when my fever shot up very high. Mom and Dad had to collect me and bring me back home.

Back home, I felt a little better after a dose of Calpol,. In the evening I went to see the doctor, who prescribed more of the same. I was feeling better already. In fact, after dinner, I was in such a playful mood that I even enjoyed Dad's feeble attempts at beatboxing. I was laughing out loud and I guess both Mom and Dad were relieved to see me feeling well.

However, it was just a temporary state of well being. I started running the fever in the night and I was muttering all night through. Dad brought me in bed with them and I think mom couldnt sleep a wink afterwards. In the morning it was no better - I had cold sores from wiping away my runny nose and the fever was rising slightly.

I needed a lot of comfort and mom held me close for a better part of the day. Even if I slept, it would be on her lap. When dad came back in the evening, I hit a personal high of 38.8C. Obviously we had to go and see the doctor. I have never cried so much at one go as I did when I was in the doctor's cabin. The doctor diagnosed that I have a ear infection and wrote me a new prescription.

The new prescription seems to be working as my fever has subsided since. I have also been a little more playful, much to the relief of these two.

Luckily, all this fever had not affected my appetite. I ate well at all meal times during the day - guess thats a relief.

Hopefully I will get well by tomorrow. Dad thinks I am a very brave boy for bearing all this without too much fuss. No worries dad - this is all child's play.

Visit to the park

It has been a lovely week weatherwise. Bright and sunny and temperature just below 20 - ideal.

Dad and Mom have this idea in their head that I am a nature boy. I keep staring out of window when I am on the sofa or on my bed or in my rocker. I also keep talking to trees and especially love it when the leaves flutter due to a breeze.

So they decided to take me to the park, at an unearthly hour of 2 p.m. on a Sunday. Man this is the time to get cosy in the bed with a book, a steaming cup of tea and some buttered scones. Instead these two decided it would be fun to take me to the park

My ever so thoughtful mom had a picnic blanket on which she laid for me. She also had my funny ball - the one that makes comical sounds when bounced. Trigger happy dad was clicking me away in various poses - I expect you will see the pics on my site soon.

But the breeze, the time of the day and the heavy lunch (Mashed Pumpkin and Potato) soon started taking its toll. I was feeling sleepy and I let them know in no uncertain terms. Soon they had tucked me in my pushchair and I was counting sheep already. I dont know when they got back -probably they roamed around a bit.

Although it sounded like I was complaining, I am actually pleasesd about the win-win situation. I had a nice afternoon nap outdoors and these 2 had a good time roaming around. They dont get to spend much time together as I dominate their schedule. And I am pleased they took me around - after all its the thought that counts.

I am looking forward to the next weekend.

Communication

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Do you understand the above ? Neither could dad. This is what I typed on his laptop (Think of Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible typing in the password - thats how I was held).

It just proves my theory - email and computers are poor substitute for face to face communication. My mom and dad understand when I am hungry, sleepy, in pain or when I have wet myself. Here they couldnt tell what I was trying to say.

Life is complicated as it is. We dont need to complicate it further by adding noise into our communication.

P.S. - The above means "Dad I am uncomfortable - stop holding me like this"

Under the weather

Usually weekends are such fun - Dad and mom are constantly around to play with me. And today is no different - except that I am not feeling too well. I have a runny nose ( I manage to wipe it off on mom and dad's tshirts) and have also got a bit of fever. Its such a beautiful day outside, but we havent been able to set out because of how cranky I have been.

Dad has such low resistance - he seems to have caught the bug off me. He was so happy in the morning because he had a chance to speak to his favorite nephew. My brothers Yash and Harsh are coming around to see me in their summer vacation. It would be such fun. But in the meanwhile Dad is sneezing away.

I am also feeling so sleepy. I slept like a log on dad's lap and now I am on momma's lap. I guess weekends are for catching up on sleep. Why should it be any different for me ?

Healthy, wealthy & wise

Mom and Dad have stopped turning on the alarm clock in the night. Apparently, I wake up every morning at 6:00 a.m. and start talking.

I am so tired in the evening that I go to sleep from 7 p.m. onwards. I need a change in the middle of the night, but otherwise I sleep through the whole time. This means I hardly get to play with Dad and mom. So I figured - lets play with them in the morning.

Usually dad picks me up and brings me on the bed (along with the plastic sheet and my toys). Sometimes I talk to them, other times I just want to clutch their fingers or just cuddle up to them. The most satisfying thing is to see them smile ear to ear when they play with me- I think they are very proud of me as they ought to be !!

Row row row your boat

Amy, my carer, put me in her lap and played row row row your boat with me. What fun!!

I do want to complain a bit about the food at this nursery though - there's only as many times I can have Butternut Squash and Cauliflower. I need some more variety -- 2 weeks and I am already craving for mom's cooking (Dad thinks I am going to be one of those Momma's boys who can never stop raving about her culinary skills)

Mom suspects that I may be teething soon - because I keep gnawing at everything. Heck no mom, If I was having my teeth, I would be quite a handful. Right now I just love to chew on things. Cheerio !!

Am I lazy ?

Well I maybe. At least thats what dad thinks right now. I rarely reach out for any of my toys anymore - I like them in my hand. If I am lying on my back - nothing will make me turn to sleep on my front and vice versa.

I dont know if there is a possible explanation except that I just find it all too boring and not worth the effort. But in the meanwhile, dad remains worried....goes with the territory I suppose.

Time to go back and gnaw at my keys. Can someone hand them to me?

My first post

This is almost mandatory... like writing Hello World.

More importantly, my dad has figured out a way to host my blog on my website. Isnt he cool ?