Hello, from the other side!

How do you greet your friends when you meet them after a really long time?

Do you acknowledge the time lapse and explain the reason for your absence? Or just pretend that nothing happened and 18 months is not really that long a time to be missing from one’s blog!
Ok so, I am not going to pretend and pickup from where I left because a lot has happened en route.

For starters, I have moved to another continent. To be more precise, America. My life has suddenly become a total antithesis of what it was. Presently, I am staying home, and not working at a full time corporate job. I have never known this life. Although this is temporary, I am still finding it difficult to come to terms with it. I stay at home, and unlike back home, I have no maid to take care of the cooking and cleaning part. And if you know me, you would know how much I detest coking. But hey, someone said, “Never say never”. So here I am, cooking 3 hot meals a day for the family. Let me also take this opportunity to thank them for being a sport, because they pretend to enjoy my cooking!

In the meantime, the little one has also grown up a bit and is not so little anymore. Current status: 4 going on 14. She likes makeup and high heels, and doesn’t like to wear the same uniform to school every day. I have no idea what issues we’ll be facing in a decade! She is yet to start school here in US, and I am really looking forward to that. Not because she will start studying and learn new things, but just because she’ll be off my back for a few hours. Now, no judging please. I love her, but I am not Mother India, ok? I am not blessed with unlimited patience.

I had almost given up on the blog in the past 18 months as I was too busy juggling a full time job, a house and a child. Who knew, I would get to play house-house once again, be a house wife and be tempted enough to come back here? Life, do you ever cease to wonder?

One and a half years, twice the drama!

The little one is on a rampage these days. She has always been a hyperactive child, right from her days in the womb. But now, at 1.5 years, with feet and mind firm and always running, she is giving me the hiji bijis. I feel like the Terrible Twos have already started. Only 6 months too early.

Yesterday she gave me a full blown tantrum at the mall where we had gone to buy her a new pair of shoes. By the way, she threw her old shoes down from our 7th floor balcony and lost them is another story. At the mall, I also happened to like a dress for her. So I tried it on but it was a little too fitted for comfort. But apparently she had her heart set on it. She said she won’t take it off. I tried coaxing and cajoling, which by the way hardly ever works. And then, I took it off amidst her protests. In the next instant, she was down on the floor, wearing  shorts and shoes and no t-shirt, crying with all the energy she could fathom from her reserves. Of course, all the people were staring at us. The truce was reached with the barter of a chocolate-y bourbon biscuit.

After we reached home, she did the same with the shoes. She just didn’t want to part with them. I pried them open ONLY for her bath time. But hell hath fury! This little lady is not taking things lying down from mummy. Another full blown tantrum with lots of crying and red face was unleashed on mummy, and it subsided only when she was allowed to take a bath with her shoes on. And then had her dinner and milk and every other activity with her shoes on. She then went to sleep after talking to her shoes for quite some time, and also saying “bye” to it almost 500 times. I am traumatized, is to say the least.

The list of weird things she does is going up by the day and has me worried. Like for real.
The other day she was playing on the floor. And as usual, I had an eye on this mischief maker. Then I saw her pick up a grain of dust on her finger. She then put this finger in her nose and took a deep breath and snuffed it away. Putting everything in the mouth is too mainstream for her I guess!

I thought a lot about this and came up with a theory. I was sure she couldn’t have seen this on TV. So I figured she is just a curious toddler who is exploring all the open spaces accessible to her little hands. And prove me right she did. A day later, she tried to snuff some fruit peel. Since it didn’t oblige, she tried putting it inside her eyes. When that didn’t happen too, she put it at the spot right where the eye meets the bridge of the nose. And then went around the house proudly showcasing her creativity. She also tried to stuff my tic-tac clips in her ears today!

She has also thrown the rolling pin (belan) and steel containers down from our seventh floor balcony. Thankfully, no one has been hurt yet. But mommy dear definitely got a nice hearing from the building guard who saw her doing this both times.

Am I sounding grumpy and cribbing all over the place? Because that’s not the whole story. She is also growing up pretty and learning too many rhymes and songs and dance. She speaks non stop the whole time. And I have gone from “When will you speak?” stage to “Please baby, quiet for sometime” stage almost too soon. She loves reading her books more than ever and has even got a choice at which one she wants to read for the day. I am enjoying this stage as much as I can. The rest of the time, we have a screaming match. I ain’t winning any, though! 😛

We are growing up. FAST!

So I have been away, again!

And that’s because I heard those three dreaded words from my maid “I am leaving”! Yes, I do see all of your heads shaking in been-there-done-that agreement. So our super cool maid cum nanny is going to her village and won’t be back, possibly, for 2 months. Of course it set my pulse racing. How would we find a new maid so soon? Would she be reliable enough? Will she be able to take care of the ever-growing-naughty little S? Questions and dilemmas of a working mother loomed large.

A few interviews of prospective helps were taken. None managed to impress. The husband is in the midst of changing his jobs. More stress. What if the new maid runs away after the first few days? Like they are wont to do. We take the next logical, but difficult decision. S needs a day care now. It’s professional and (God bless them) they won’t run away! After all, I have to turn up for work every day too. We go to the best Day care school in our vicinity. They have no seats. They said they will “try their best”!

Crestfallen, we resume the search for a maid again. There are some who don’t like us, and the others whom we can’t seem to trust! In panic stricken mood, I call the day care again if their “best” has worked out for us. And hallelujah! One child who was supposed to leave the day care in May has had to prepone and is leaving this month itself. And by (happy) coincidence, little S starts her day care tomorrow, which is also our maid’s last working day with us. God, you couldn’t have been kinder.

Also, the husband starts his new job next week. Lots of beginnings in our household. None as special as the first day Little S will have tomorrow. I am, of course, excited and nervous. For both of us. It’s our first day tomorrow. Wish us luck 🙂

When I told S that she would be going to “schoool” this week, she repeated after me “Zooo”. Well, the girl is really down to earth and knows herself too well, no? 🙂

Also, in the meantime, the 16 month old got potty trained (almost). A few accidents do happen every now and then. But she’s gotten the gist. We are mighty proud. Of ourselves of course 😛

Her latest fascination is catching mosquitoes, cockroaches and flies. She seems to be fascinated with them. But she also gets agitated when she isn’t able to catch one. The war cry when she’s launching herself in the battle is a must-see. It sends us rolling on the floor.

She has seen our maid’s mother keep her cellphone in her blouse. So she automatically thinks that her own mother does the same. So, without any warning, irrespective of wherever we are, she pries open my shirt/kurta/top and looks around for a phone. And yes, she has done this in public too. The never ending joys of motherhood! 😛
And so, in one of those moments of insanity, trying to protect my assets from becoming a public view, I ended up inventing this:
“Motherhood is when you decide to exchange your hour glass figure and fiercely guarded modesty for a lifetime of unlimited public faux pas and infinite love”! What say mommies?

Can you define Motherhood?

Before my daughter was born, I knew everything there was to know about a baby. You feed them, bathe them, and entertain them. After she was born, it dawned on me that I actually knew nothing. The day I was discharged from the hospital, the little one was handed over to me. While making an exit, I must have looked pretty normal. But in my head, I was freaking out. “How can they just allow me to walk out of here with a 3 day old baby?” “I hardly know what to do with her” “What if I drop her?” “What if I fail to understand what she wants” were some of the questions bombarding my brain.

After more than a year now, I can safely say, that it was the right thing to do. There is no book that can teach you an iota of what a baby teaches you in a day. And how much ever you learn, there is always room for learning something new every day. Sometimes this newness is exhilarating, which means she’s learnt to say Mamma or taken the first step and sometimes maddening, like the newest word in her vocabulary becomes No. So NO it is for everything 🙁
Anyhow, the point I am trying to drive at is, motherhood is such a wild phenomenon that I cannot even begin to comprehend it. 
 
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Little Miss S!

I hate it when I realize I haven’t written about the little missy in a long time. I still remember the time I feared pregnancy like it was ebola or something. And now I have a daughter who is 14 months old. Phew! Mr. Time! You gotta stop running like Ussain Bolt.

I hate it that when she grows up, I will not have as many stories of hers to cherish because I didn’t write them down. That’s lame, right? A mother got to do what she got to do. The little missy is growing up fasshhtt. Thank you God! She is such a pretty child (touchwood!) and so so naughty. 

She loves to shout. Wow, right? Such a great thing for a hobby. She can easily compete with your latest fighter jets and what not.

She loves to sing. This is not a surprise as her mommy is a bathroom singer and daddy, an amateur singer. The funny part is she loves to sing even though she still babbles in her own language. But it’s a lot of fun to watch her sing. I think she has picked this up from the TV. She puckers up her face in deep concentration and then moves head from left to right as if she is doing a raag alaap.And do you know what her favorite song is? Humsafar! Yo, mommy’s favorite is her favorite as well! Until we grow up and rebel !

Like all toddlers, she can shake a mean bum to Yo Honey Singh! I can only hope her choice gets better as she grows up. Right now, she loves “Baby Doll” and “Chittiyaan Kalaiyaan”. She actually tries to copy the dance steps from TV. Imagine! 14 month old, so what!

She loves the kitchen as she can find her shastras there. Eveery evening, as I prepare her food, she walks in , opens the drawer, fishes out 2 chamchas (ladels) and starts to beat the mommy. Yo domestic violence!
When denied the authority of the said shastra, she proceeds to bite the gas pipe in retaliation. Badle ki aag, you see! I think she has inherited the filmy quotient from her melodramatic mother 😛

She has recently started to say “chai” (tea). She goes to the kitchen drawer, retrieves the seiver, bites it and says chai! I think I’ll be forced to switch to coffee soon! She also calles “aaloo” (potato) as “laloo” and then smiles. I think she does it on purpose. Political satirist in the making? 😉

She loves to listen to her rhymes. Any number of them, any number of times a day! No wonder on most days, I am humming Twinkle Twinkle and Humpty Dumpty under my breath. #NotGood

She calls us mumma and papa in the sweetest tone possible. She goes all soft and cutesy, cocks her head to a side, and says Mumma/Papa and gives a deep dimpled smile. I think I thank God countless times each day for this Heaven!

But the best of all is her love for books. As soon as I had gotten pregnant, I had worried about if my child would share my penchant for books. And I am so glad, she does. Her eyes instantly perk up at the sight of a new book. Her tireless feet halt only at the sight of a book. Although it is another matter that she finishes her book in under a minute. She stops at a page, sees the picture, copies whatever the animal/human in her book is doing, and turns the page. So one day, as I walked past her, sitting on the bed and reading, she looked up and put her finger on the mouth and said to me “chup”.She was aping the monkey from her “Boo” (that’s what she calls her books)

May we always have more “Boo”s to read and our “Boo” shelf be overflowing! 🙂