Crazy kiya re...

I am not talking about the famous song from the movie "Dhoom 2"... but this is my state(of body and mind) which my little tarzan has very efficiently managed to put me in... From morning till evening, I find myself running after him in all directions. And as the day comes to an end, my battery is totally exhausted. I try to steal a few minutes of sleep in the afternoon while Eshu is busy playing with his toys. But he makes sure I do not, by climbing all over me, banging his toys or anything in the vicinity over my head, putting his fingers into my nostrils, turning and twisting my nose, pulling my eyes lashes... basically doing every possible thing to keep me awake and upright.

I have a very dear friend of mine 'S' who lives in Pune and has a son 5 months older than Eshu. We talk over the phone very frequently and mostly the conversations are long enough. My ever increasing phone bills hold to the testimony of the same. :-) More than 95% of the time that I talk to her is eaten up by Eshu's conversations. I find myself being a avid complainer at all times. As soon as she asks me "Eshu kaisa hai?" my reply starts off with a growl... "Arey pooch mat... itna shaitaan ho gaya hai... koi kaam nahi karne deta... sab samaan utha ke fekta rehta hai... bla bla bla...." And almost a similar response comes from the other end. As a matter of fact, most of the mothers think their child is naughtier than the others. At least this is what I think when I talk to S. I feel Eshu is way more naughty than her son. Though I am cent percent sure she will disagree when she reads this. :-)

I've noticed that one thing about parents is that no matter what stage your child is in, the parents who have older children always tell you the next stage is worse. And this is a fact. I have friends who have kids younger than mine, and I have the same thing to say to them. These days, I have become vulnerably intollerrant to a lot of Eshu's activities. I feel terrible when I shout at him or scold him and tears flow down his chubby cheeks. The very next moment, I take him in my arms, hold him close and kiss him. The guilt does not go easily. But then why have I become like this?

When I became a mom, I had firmly decided not to be loud, harsh or ever raise my hand on Eshu. Then why am I not able to keep upto it? My li'l wonder, when he grows up and reads this would surely hate me for being like this to him at such a tender age. But now on, I will not adopt any of these inappropriate disciplines ... I will try atleast. He is too young to be able to understand what I intend to with my harshness and this is certainly not the solution to reprimand him.

Off Blogging...

Blogging has been taking a back seat for a while now and perhaps would continue to. Reason being my little one who is keeping me super busy. I wish to write but as soon as I sit down, think over, write a few lines, after completing all my household chores, he is up all charged up once again and I just cannot continue. I have so many drafts left midway and waiting to be completed. There are millions of things I wish to pen down but I am just not able to. And once I leave them midway, the flow breaks and I find it hard to continue from where I stopped.

At one end as I find myself missing on something I wish to do so desperately, I am making it up with something even more important and meaningful for me... and that is spending time with my hubby and little one. With the festive season in, and a couple of up-coming holidays, all I am going to do is spend some quality time with my family.

Oh... my little wonder woke up and is waiting to be picked up and hugged. Wishing all a very Happy Navratri and Dussehra!

Mard ko dard nahi hota

How painful is it to see your little one being pricked at each vaccination and see him cry profusely? A lot indeed. But my wonder boy amazes me with that even. Eshu was some 6 weeks old when he had his first set of vaccinations(after the ones that are given at birth). There were 3 shots to be given in a row. Now, the mere thought of it was so scary for me as I had seen Eshu cry profusely when he had to undergo some blood tests when he was just a couple of days old. When the doctor came in, my heart started pounding heavily... poor little baby, wonder how much he will cry today. I just turned my head to the other side with Anshu holding Eshu's legs. To our astonishment, Eshu did not cry on the first shot. I credit the doctor completely for it! But with the subsequent shots he did cry. Quite understandable. Now what more can we expect from a 6 weeks old baby? But he showed some signs of being a strong baby.

Ever since, Eshu has never cried in any of the vaccinations. Ok, now that is an exaggeration... But he certainly has not cried in many that followed.. As soon as he would realize something pricked him, we would clap at him, show him a toy or simply smile at him. And that would do the trick!

Now, there was this blood test that was to be done when Eshu was 8 months old. And it was not just a prick. The needle had to go in, stay there for some time to draw in sufficient blood and then come out... which was a matter of quite a couple of seconds. The doctor made him lie down on the table, with the overhead lights on, making the whole thing look all the more scary. Though Eshu had been quite calm and composed on the vaccinations prior to this blood test, this was something which needed him to be more stable which was the toughest thing to be. Seeing my face, the doctor advised to go outside and wait. Anshu, who generally doesn't get that nervous was tensed to the core for this one. I was nervously standing outside waiting to hear the scream of my little one(which was the most certain thing on earth for me this time). Within seconds, Eshu came out smiling on his daddy's shoulders! There was a thick lump of cotton kept in place with a band-aid from where the blood was drawn. And all I did was look in amazement! Hats off baby... you certainly are my wonder boy.

It amazes me even more because for the kind of kid Eshu is, it is difficult for him to stay in one particular position for a count of even 5, except for the time when he is asleep. He is that
restless. So Eshu's blood tests or vaccinations are always nerving, turned surprising for us.

I hope my wonder boy has more and even bigger similar surprises for us in store.
Love you baby!

As you turn ONE

I wonder how fast time flies. Just a year ago, I brought you in this world. The most cherished day of my life. And each day that followed had been a wonderful memory. The whole one year of our life with you has been by far the best year for us. You touched our lives so beautifully, than anything else ever could have.

Wish you a very very Happy First Birthday my honey bunny, the apple of my eye. This first year was marked with several "Firsts". The latest being the First time you walked without support on 13th August, 2009. I have always loved that Johnsons baby oil ad and ur very first steps reminded me of that ad.

You crawled and fell your way upright,
We smiled with joy, a gorgeous sight!
And now you’re one, on this special day,
We love you more, than we could ever say.

Thank you for bringing in so much of love, laughter and happiness in our lives. .. for being the cuddly little bundle of joy that you are... for your gentle touch and your sloppy kisses and for brightening our days with your radiant smile...

Loads of love, hugs, kisses and blessings. Love you baby.