Haircut, Immunisation and more...

Drool... Drool.... no its not another tooth. This is me reacting to my mom's homemade muffins.



My independent streak is coming to the fore. I want to eat on my own all the time, which is good for me but not so good for our floor in the living room. And I can very well star in a detergent ad with the mess I make of my clothes.

Yesterday I had a haircut. The barber was a nice man, but I wasnt too keen on cold scissors on my scalp. I am not too fond of being held tightly either. Precious tear drops were shed, but I think I am pleased with the end result.

Yesterday I also had my 3rd immunisation of HIB and MMR. The nurse was a nice lady, but I wasnt too keen on the pointy injection going through both my arms. And as I said before, I am not too fond of being held tightly either. More precious tears were shed, but the jelly baby I was offered made it less painful.

Have been a bit feverish since, a known side effect of my immunisation. Mom stayed with me today and I have been drowsy for most part. I couldnt even enjoy my favorite rhymes on Youtube.

Its cold nowadays and all the more fun to sleep between mom and dad. I still manage to sneak in between them in the nights.

Yawn !! I am sleepy. All that Nurofen is making me drowsy. Good night !!

Updates on my world....

2 weeks and no blogs makes Grandpa very sad. But what can I do - Mum and Dad are both bums and have just been too lax about writing something here.



First of all, let me tell you about the trip to see Vivan. It was a longish trip considering that we are still not driving around here. But once we got there, Vivan was worth all the trouble. He is such a cute little baby. I was once a cute little baby too.. now I am just a cute little toddler.



It was fun to meet Shivi too after such a long time. She is such an energetic girl and she was really enjoying her hoola hoops. Dad and Mom are very fond of her and now I am fond of her too.

Now the big news is that I have moved on. I used to live with my parents, but now I got my own arrangements. Well, not too far off - I have just gone into the next room. Its a lovely green room and I have adjusted very well here. Wonder why they didnt allow me to move earlier - my parents must be a sentimental lot.

I have noticed a fair bit of gates around the place. Well, actually I keep threatening to climb down the stairs and so Dad and Mom have hurriedly padded up the place with these gates. My house looks like a prison, but I love standing up holding the railings.



I have learnt to say hello and now love to speak to my brothers Yash and Harsh, my Fia, Mama, Dada and Naani. I love to repeat the nursery rhymes when they are sung to me - especially the one which goes
Round and Round the garden
Like a teddy bear
One step, two step
Tickly tickly there....

One thing I still dont do is walk on my own, but surely that cant be a far off thing. I think its either laziness or just plain fear, both of which are more psychological than physical.

Enough of this post now... I am tired and sleepy. After all, I had some nice home made Ragda Pattice today - yummy.

Looking forward to the weekend

And this weekend's plan is no different than what we have been planning for the last 2 weeks now. We want to visit Vivan and we want to have yet another picnic in the park.

We have been thwarted in our efforts by my toothaches and illness. Its not fair to go and see Vivan in these conditions - especially since he is so young. Also, it would be a torturous journey for Dad and Mom too.

Dad is starting a new job on Monday. He is both excited as well as nervous about it. It has to a certain extent removed the blanket of security we were in....but I am sure it will work out well for everyone. Mom hates the DVLA presently - they completely mucked up her test. She is gearing up for some strong bureaucratic fight ahead.

I wanna be a big boy..

... but I wont be if I continue with these food and sleep habits that I have developed off late.

Last night I woke up at 3 in the night. I was up there standing hollering out for Dad. Dutifully, he rushed to me and made me drink water - hoping against hope that I would head back to bed. There was little chance of that as I clearly had playing on my agenda.

Dad has a foolproof technique to make me go to sleep. He picks me up and puts me on his lap sideways. In a few minutes I start counting sheep. Usually, this is enough and I stay asleep. But last night I managed to show how obstinate I can be. I would fall asleep as per design, but as soon as he would lower me in my cot, I would be up. I would get on all fours and stand up holding the railings. I guess after about 5 tries, he gave up on me.

Next it was Mom's turn. She brought me to bed and tried to make me sleep. Again, I showed how resolute I can be about following through on my plans. I just would not go to sleep. This carried on till about 5 in the morning and ensured that no rest was had by either dad or mom.

I have become slightly fussy about food too. I am more interested in eating fruits than pasta or vegetables.

Dad and Mom are hoping this is temporary given my teething problems. I hope so too... after all I want to be as tall and strong as my daddy.