She Drives Me Crazy!

I enjoy my whole day with K8O except when its meal time. The last week has been one big challenge. I do not know whether it is a milestone or a phase every kid goes through. She wants to eat herself!

When I shared this with my mom and mother-in-law, they both told me its blessing in disguise! Blessing?!!

Firstly, she never allows me anywhere close to her plate. Secondly, when she’s eating with a spoon, after a couple of minutes of artwork with her spoon on the plate, she’ll gather some food. By the time that spoon travels to the mouth.. Magic!.. The spoon will be empty! Not because she ate it.. Just that the food fell back into the plate!

Even worse is when she wants to eat with her hands. When given rice, she eats morsel by morsel. Give her idly or dosa, she’ll butcher it. Don’t ask me how long it takes! It takes FOREVER! Even after all that time, her plate will be just as full as I gave it in the start!

She loves curd. So anything and everything has to be mixed with curdie. I don’t know how, but just as they say a swan separates milk from water, she picks up teeny tiny lumps of curd and just eats that!

Want to know what happens when I don’t pay attention for a minute? Either her plate will be upside down orrrrrrr she’ll be pelting food at the toys or people around her! Thankfully she hasn’t done it in a while now!

Be it any mischief, I can handle it. I do lose my temper with some of the things she does, but then that doesn’t last for more than a minute. She gets away her innocent eyes and naughty smile. But what frustrates me the most is when she refuses food. I get so stressed and worked up!

I’ve tried giving her different plates of different colors, shapes and sizes. She has spoons of five different colors and two baby forks. But nothing works. I just hope this is a passing phase and soon she begins to love food as much as me!

Anyways, before I conclude, thought you might be interested in knowing how all this meal time drama ends. Trust me, its the ultimate. Its the hug she gives me.. a bare hug with her curdie hands! What can I say? Its the best hug in the world!


Where’s my baby?!!!

A couple of weeks back, a very good friend of mine from church gave birth to a baby girl. It was a long wait, but one joyous moment when the little one arrived. I was all the more ecstatic because it was a girl! Don’t you think it would be fun watching the little girls play with their dolls while the mommas exchanged some masala news?!!!

Anyways, soon after the baby was shown to us, momma and baby were under observation for an hour and later moved to their room.  K8O couldn’t understand what all the excitement was about as she was sleepy and hungry. But after a few Good Day Biscuits and a bottle of milk, little Miss. Muffet was all charged up. Her Dadda carried her inside the room. I am sure she had no clue on who we were about to see. But the minute she saw that tiny little baby in the cradle, she wriggled down her Dadda’s arms and walked slowly to the cradle. She peeped inside, turned to me, smiled and said, “Amma, baybee!”

Just as she was getting to know her new friend, I realized, not too long before was my little girl a  similar baby, lying beside me in the hospital bed. I remember, those initial days, I used to keep looking at her wondering if it was real. She used to be mostly asleep. Those couple of hours she used to wake up in between her naps, how I used to enjoy watching her looking around exploring her world, throwing her hands and legs in the air and grasping my fingers tight!

It seems like just yesterday, I was waiting for her to turn over. Then I waited for her to sit. A month later, she began to crawl and stand. Soon she began to walk and now she’s trying to talk!

In just a year and a half, where did my baby go? I cannot believe how much she has grown, how much she understands and how much mischief she has learnt in such a short span of time. Ask any parent and they’ll tell you the same about their child!

However, when I sit back and ponder, I come to understand that though a small part of me misses my baby, I am thoroughly enjoying the little girl she has grown into!  The journey just gets better and better by the day. I am sure I am going to be in for a lot more surprises in the coming days, months and years to come. But no matter how old she gets, I want my girl to know that she’ll always be my baby!

Love you, darling!

Oh! The Joys of Having a Little Girl!

For some reason, throughout my pregnancy, my hubby and I strongly felt we’ll be having a baby boy. Probably because 99/100 aunties (aka ‘Gender Predictors’) said I’ll be having a boy and also because several times I came across passages in the Bible where the angel announced, “And… Thou shalt have a son!” Later a dear friend of mine told me that nowhere in the Bible did the angel announce a baby girl’s birth!

But on that night of May 7th, 2010, when I overheard the doctors discussing “F, 02:25 am!” I so wanted to jump off the operation table and dance! Want to know the first thing that ran in my head? – Yay! Now I can dress her up! Doll her up! And… Shop! Shop! Shop!

Having a little girl is high maintenance! But then again, that’s what makes it so much (for at least the mommies!). There are certain things that only a little girl can enjoy. For eg,

> The Clothes – Trust me! The day my little girl arrived, I forgot shopping for myself! I just can’t move myself past the girl’s section in a store! My! My! The variety they have is just endless – the frocks, the skirts, mini-skirts, shorts, tees, stalkings, the jeans with glitter, embroidery and what not! Wish I was into fashion; I could have given you a longer list. I am just a Tiruchi girl and this is all I could classify the clothes.

> Well, not just the clothes… Even the Colors! Girls are not restricted to just blues and browns (Oops! Forgot to mention – black and white!). For me, more than the type of dress, it’s the color that makes it so irresistible! Your hands itch to buy almost everything you see! Ask my hubby and he’ll tell you how tough it’s for him to drag me out of a store without making him pay!

> Accessories that match the clothes – I remember, when I was a child, my mom was working and she barely had time to even cook, forget styling my hair! So most of my school and college years I always had short hair. But when I had my daughter, I made sure I’ll pamper her with all the girly attention she needs!

The clips and bands you find for girls… Phew! They’re soooooooo cute and so tiny that hubby has no idea when I shop them 😉

Combing her hair is just not as easy as you think. A pony-tail is harder. Hair clips don’t survive a minute on her head. Hair bands end up on the floor! But still, I just love seeing her in a kudumi. At the moment, only a uchi-kudumi and reta-kudumi are possible! However, I am growing her hair 🙂

Yes, all that I’ve mentioned is fun. Just superficial fun. There’s something more deeper and special in having a daughter. An Irish saying goes like this, ‘A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life!’  Growing up, my mom has always been (and always will be) my best friend and confidant. I can already see a similar bond growing between me and my little girl. Some day she might outgrow my lap… But never my heart!

Even as I am writing this, my heart goes out to the thousands of female infants who are still found dumped in trash and the unborn fetuses that are continued to be sniffed in the womb in our country. Only God should open the eyes of such cruel parents to see the joy and blessing wrapped up in a baby girl!

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