I know you were going through all kinds of funny emotions yesterday - a little dizzy and excited to be going out to a grown up dinner (you're a bit sad you know to get all that kicked about it, but that's me personally), but very worried, guilty, and tense on leaving me behind.
You were looking really pretty ma. It's the first time I've seen you with make up. Are you sure you needed it when you look lovely to me otherwise? I knew it meant a lot to you so I tried to sleep for a couple of hours in the afternoon so you could shop for a dress. I really liked the lovely lime green trousers and the smoky top you got with it and I'm proud you got it at 70% off since you weren't keen on buying something that you wouldn't be able to wear for that long.
You were a little naughty too Ma because you decided to get your hair done while you were out as well and since I didn't know that was the plan I got up and was hungry but you weren't around. I started crying but thankfully you didn't keep me waiting too long. Can we discuss these impetuous things a bit before we act on them, huh? It would make my life much easier. Oh BTW, the hair looked really nice too. You should get it done more often. Ok, forget I said that. I don't want you leaving me again and again just to have your hair done. Once was more than enough, thank you very much.
The amazing child that I am I slept again before you had to leave so you had ample time to get ready. Aren't I really a sweet little child? Please remember this Ma for the next time I'm just a tad little naughty!
It was nice to be at grandma's house last evening since we haven't been there all week. Even though she wasn't there I was looking forward to being under Grandpa's supervision to see how he would cope with me all by himself (ok, he did have 2 maids to help him out). Well, just so you know Aunty Y put me to sleep just as you were leaving and the next thing I know is I'm awake and there you were right before me. Didn't you go out Ma after all because you were there when I went to sleep and you were there when I woke up. I'm sorry Ma.
I love you loads and loads. Please say you're not angry.
Squiggles
Ma's reply
My sweet sweet Angel,
You have no need to apologise sweetheart because you were a perfect angel last night. Daddy and I went out for dinner and returned 4 hours later to find you had slept through it all. Of course I kept calling Grandpa to see how you were doing and couldn't believe it that you were such a thoughtful child to keep sleeping till we had dinner. In fact, I even managed dessert which you know I would have hated to miss. It was a gorgeous creme catalan with walnut ice cream. Now I know I should have more control but I figured I should make hay while the sun shines.
Thank you honey for a stress fee dinner. I had loads of fun. And no, I will remember this forever :) especially when you are naughty!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Quirky is Normal
I really don't know where to start. Since ddmom (rbdans) tagged me a few days ago, I've been racking my brains to list 5 quirks for your amusement. There aren't many that jump to mind. I came up with a couple and then drew a blank. I knew that I was obsessing about it when I dreamt about attempting and miserably failing this tag! That's when I decided that I really had to get it out there in blogoland and soon.
I concluded that the reason I was struggling was that maybe I just had a different perspective. Maybe what I consider normal is not normal. After all normal is something that the majority approve or recognise. Hence, I shall just list my 'normal' traits which will hopefully pass the quirky test and leave it to you to decide whether you want to join the 'Quirky is Normal' bandwagon.
1. I simply love food. This is not your average 'I live for food' sentiment. It is my favourite topic and I can talk about it all day. I love knowing what I'm going to be having for breakfast, lunch or dinner and then I spend the rest of the day in eager anticipation. I have loads of cookbooks which I buy for the pure reading pleasure and mouth watering pictures. I love going to supermarkets and this is where invariably DD and I always have an argument. I love strolling through the aisles, looking at all the different things on the shelves even if I have no intention of buying them. The one thing guaranteed to cast a blight over my day is bad food. It really gets to me. In fact I am so in love with food that one of the conditions that I placed before DD before I agreed to marry him was that he would never TRY to convert me to vegetarianism. He had to accept my non-veg habits like a devotee accepts the existence of God. It was fortunate for him that he agreed otherwise I am not lying when I say that I would not have married him. Honestly I am not exaggerating.
2. I wash my hands a zillion times each day. If I accidentally touch the elastic bands of my knickers, an ant, the floor, the handle of the flush - anything can trigger a hand washing session. I have dettol hand soap in the house even for my maid because above all I want her hands to be clean since she cleans everything in the house. When I look at a tap I wonder about which dirty hands touched it and whether it's actually clean. If I weren't so lazy I would be spraying dettol over all surfaces all the time. If I think my hands are dirty then I will keep thinking about it till I can wash my hands especially when I'm travelling. The first thing I bought for Squiggles's diaper bag was a Dettol hand sanitiser!
3. I have loads of conversations with myself, about everything. E.g. If I'm going to meet someone then I will have 'n' conversations in my head with this person before we meet up, some will extend into scenarios several years into the future. If some stranger annoys me then I will play out endless scenarios in my mind about how I could have tackled it better, what I could have said etc. for several hours afterwards. It could be something as trivial as the fact that their dress was ugly.
4. I can tell if something is missing in the house especially food. This comes from having lived with my grandma who was an expert at catching thieves. So, if DD has had more than his share of biscuits then I know. If something has been moved from it's place I know. You touch anything in my house and I will know. The most important thing here is that I THINK I KNOW, it's not necessarily true that I DO KNOW. So, sometimes DD will be interrogated for an act which he has not done but which I KNOW he has committed. It doesn't help that he laughs when I ask him such silly questions, it only strenghtens my INTUITION!
5. Until recently I could not leave a book unfinished however bad it was. As a result, I have read some really terrible books. This even extended to my text books. While other students would smartly read the important sections, I would always read the entire text book in case I missed out on something important. Even if I was brave and left a chapter, it would constantly haunt me so I would always give in. Even now while I exert enormous self control to stop myself from reading unimportant stuff, I sometimes give in.
Phew... that wasn't too bad, was it?
I concluded that the reason I was struggling was that maybe I just had a different perspective. Maybe what I consider normal is not normal. After all normal is something that the majority approve or recognise. Hence, I shall just list my 'normal' traits which will hopefully pass the quirky test and leave it to you to decide whether you want to join the 'Quirky is Normal' bandwagon.
1. I simply love food. This is not your average 'I live for food' sentiment. It is my favourite topic and I can talk about it all day. I love knowing what I'm going to be having for breakfast, lunch or dinner and then I spend the rest of the day in eager anticipation. I have loads of cookbooks which I buy for the pure reading pleasure and mouth watering pictures. I love going to supermarkets and this is where invariably DD and I always have an argument. I love strolling through the aisles, looking at all the different things on the shelves even if I have no intention of buying them. The one thing guaranteed to cast a blight over my day is bad food. It really gets to me. In fact I am so in love with food that one of the conditions that I placed before DD before I agreed to marry him was that he would never TRY to convert me to vegetarianism. He had to accept my non-veg habits like a devotee accepts the existence of God. It was fortunate for him that he agreed otherwise I am not lying when I say that I would not have married him. Honestly I am not exaggerating.
2. I wash my hands a zillion times each day. If I accidentally touch the elastic bands of my knickers, an ant, the floor, the handle of the flush - anything can trigger a hand washing session. I have dettol hand soap in the house even for my maid because above all I want her hands to be clean since she cleans everything in the house. When I look at a tap I wonder about which dirty hands touched it and whether it's actually clean. If I weren't so lazy I would be spraying dettol over all surfaces all the time. If I think my hands are dirty then I will keep thinking about it till I can wash my hands especially when I'm travelling. The first thing I bought for Squiggles's diaper bag was a Dettol hand sanitiser!
3. I have loads of conversations with myself, about everything. E.g. If I'm going to meet someone then I will have 'n' conversations in my head with this person before we meet up, some will extend into scenarios several years into the future. If some stranger annoys me then I will play out endless scenarios in my mind about how I could have tackled it better, what I could have said etc. for several hours afterwards. It could be something as trivial as the fact that their dress was ugly.
4. I can tell if something is missing in the house especially food. This comes from having lived with my grandma who was an expert at catching thieves. So, if DD has had more than his share of biscuits then I know. If something has been moved from it's place I know. You touch anything in my house and I will know. The most important thing here is that I THINK I KNOW, it's not necessarily true that I DO KNOW. So, sometimes DD will be interrogated for an act which he has not done but which I KNOW he has committed. It doesn't help that he laughs when I ask him such silly questions, it only strenghtens my INTUITION!
5. Until recently I could not leave a book unfinished however bad it was. As a result, I have read some really terrible books. This even extended to my text books. While other students would smartly read the important sections, I would always read the entire text book in case I missed out on something important. Even if I was brave and left a chapter, it would constantly haunt me so I would always give in. Even now while I exert enormous self control to stop myself from reading unimportant stuff, I sometimes give in.
Phew... that wasn't too bad, was it?
For her Maasi Poo... some more pics
In her apple green outfit 
Looking like a right little qaidi in her prisoner's blue stripey outfit (credit DD)Thursday, September 20, 2007
We're getting there, DD is such a child and Squiggles sees green
Hi everyone!
Thanks so much for all your sweet messages *shy smile*. We're over the worst *fingers crossed* though by no means through yet. The good news is we've avoided the antibiotics *jumps up and down*. Squiggles is still a regular on the nebuliser and we're going back to see the doc on Monday by which time she should be ready to be taken off it. The clinic just called to confirm that she did have a respiratory virus which is why she was so unwell but we don't need to change the treatment. And I'm soldiering on with my cold but that's the least of my concerns though it would be nice to be over with.
Every tough situation has its hilarious moments and I'm going to leave you with this to smile exasperatedly over.
DD has been such a child (no, he hasn't got the man cold...yet). His latest 'fun' thing is to try to make Squiggles see green and so far she has unashamedly obliged. I didn't realise that she had it in her at only 3 months but there you go. This first happened a few days ago and has been DD's favourite 'thing to do' since.
As I held Squiggles in my arms to inhale the vapours from the nebuliser DD came along and sat beside me. He looked at Squiggles fondly, staring deep into her eyes. She stared right back. While she was deeply immersed in this manly vision, all of a sudden DD turned and started kissing me. Enthusiastically. Before I could wonder at what had inspired such ardor he turned back to look at Squiggles intently. She looked a bit confused at first but then her tiny face crumpled and her eyes filled with reproachful tears. Her lower lip jutted out (boy can she pout) and she let out a long drawn out wail. As expected instead of sympathising with her DD sat back and roared with laughter.
Terribly excited that she was showing signs of jealousy he did it again. And again. And again. Loads of kisses. Stop. Reproachful wails. Stop. Kisses again and on and on till I smacked his bum and told him to stop being such a meanie. Since then every evening our home echoes with sounds of evil laughter alternating with what can only be described as tantrum cries.
Lest you think otherwise I'm not complaining *winks*.
Thanks so much for all your sweet messages *shy smile*. We're over the worst *fingers crossed* though by no means through yet. The good news is we've avoided the antibiotics *jumps up and down*. Squiggles is still a regular on the nebuliser and we're going back to see the doc on Monday by which time she should be ready to be taken off it. The clinic just called to confirm that she did have a respiratory virus which is why she was so unwell but we don't need to change the treatment. And I'm soldiering on with my cold but that's the least of my concerns though it would be nice to be over with.
Every tough situation has its hilarious moments and I'm going to leave you with this to smile exasperatedly over.
DD has been such a child (no, he hasn't got the man cold...yet). His latest 'fun' thing is to try to make Squiggles see green and so far she has unashamedly obliged. I didn't realise that she had it in her at only 3 months but there you go. This first happened a few days ago and has been DD's favourite 'thing to do' since.
As I held Squiggles in my arms to inhale the vapours from the nebuliser DD came along and sat beside me. He looked at Squiggles fondly, staring deep into her eyes. She stared right back. While she was deeply immersed in this manly vision, all of a sudden DD turned and started kissing me. Enthusiastically. Before I could wonder at what had inspired such ardor he turned back to look at Squiggles intently. She looked a bit confused at first but then her tiny face crumpled and her eyes filled with reproachful tears. Her lower lip jutted out (boy can she pout) and she let out a long drawn out wail. As expected instead of sympathising with her DD sat back and roared with laughter.
Terribly excited that she was showing signs of jealousy he did it again. And again. And again. Loads of kisses. Stop. Reproachful wails. Stop. Kisses again and on and on till I smacked his bum and told him to stop being such a meanie. Since then every evening our home echoes with sounds of evil laughter alternating with what can only be described as tantrum cries.
Lest you think otherwise I'm not complaining *winks*.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
All is not well in Squigglesland
Poor little Squiggles is down with a terrible cold. We went to see the doc again this morning. I foolishly thought she seemed a lot better. As we were waiting in the clinic for our turn, I noticed she had dried mucus and thought it would be better to spray some sea salt water so that she didn't look quite so grubby when we went in (I didn't want to come across as a useless mum you see). I did get rid of the dirt but it triggered a coughing spasm just as we were called in. I felt a little angry at Squiggles because until this morning she seemed to be on the mend. But she seemed hell bent on showing the doc her worst (it was only momentary because I felt like a right little meanie for my uncharitable thoughts immediately afterwards). She had been playing the whole day yesterday but I had obviously misjudged because the doc was horrified to hear her raspy cough and was seriously considering antibiotics. I begged her to wait a couple more days because she had seemed a lot better the day before. She reluctantly agreed but Squiggles is on a 24 hour watch now. The doc has threatened me with antibiotics and hospitalisation if Sqiuggles doesn't improve.
After that the doc got us to visit a physiotherapist at the local hospital. She basically thumped poor Squiggles all around the chest for 10 mins to ease the congestion and then took a couple of samples from her nose for a culture test. Oh how she howled through the whole thing. I think it really takes a lot of courage to hear those pitiful wails and not snatch your child from such ministrations... I was cringing throughout. She did like the thumping though and dozed off during that. I've been shown how I can do that for her in case she has trouble sleeping through the night. It seems a bit cruel to kind of beat her (it's not really beating but it sounds like that) but she clearly found it soothing.
We're now under house arrest. Squiggles needs to be given the nebuliser (to inhale medicine) every 4 hours even during the night. We have steaming bowls of water in the room to help her breathe better and a de-humidifier. She's dropped off to sleep on me as I want to keep her upright to help her breathing. As I look around I'm surrounded by a tray full of medicines - decongestants, throat drops, cough syrup - you name it and we have it, anything that is suitable for a 3 month old is in our house.
I didn't realise I would be facing this again so soon after the last time when she was just 3 weeks old. My mom was telling me about a family friend's son who kept getting colds because of the humid weather. She suspects Squiggles might be allergic. I hope not. Anyway, we're now on the watch till we see the doc tomorrow morning.
She's a right little trooper though. She keeps wanting to play and smiles when she feels better, my brave little girl.
Oh and I've caught the bug from her too and I'm self medicating with endless cups of adhrak chai (ginger tea). Sigh.
After that the doc got us to visit a physiotherapist at the local hospital. She basically thumped poor Squiggles all around the chest for 10 mins to ease the congestion and then took a couple of samples from her nose for a culture test. Oh how she howled through the whole thing. I think it really takes a lot of courage to hear those pitiful wails and not snatch your child from such ministrations... I was cringing throughout. She did like the thumping though and dozed off during that. I've been shown how I can do that for her in case she has trouble sleeping through the night. It seems a bit cruel to kind of beat her (it's not really beating but it sounds like that) but she clearly found it soothing.
We're now under house arrest. Squiggles needs to be given the nebuliser (to inhale medicine) every 4 hours even during the night. We have steaming bowls of water in the room to help her breathe better and a de-humidifier. She's dropped off to sleep on me as I want to keep her upright to help her breathing. As I look around I'm surrounded by a tray full of medicines - decongestants, throat drops, cough syrup - you name it and we have it, anything that is suitable for a 3 month old is in our house.
I didn't realise I would be facing this again so soon after the last time when she was just 3 weeks old. My mom was telling me about a family friend's son who kept getting colds because of the humid weather. She suspects Squiggles might be allergic. I hope not. Anyway, we're now on the watch till we see the doc tomorrow morning.
She's a right little trooper though. She keeps wanting to play and smiles when she feels better, my brave little girl.
Oh and I've caught the bug from her too and I'm self medicating with endless cups of adhrak chai (ginger tea). Sigh.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Hi Mommy, I'm awake
Since the last few days instead of wails Squiggles has adopted a different waking up routine. And shameless that I am, I indulged in taking some pics instead of going to her as a good mommy would.
A little grunt, a moan accompanies the little head with the gorgeous eyes looking for mommy.
'I can't see her. Where is she?' The head lifts up a bit more.
A little bit higher and she can spy her mama.
Good morning Sweetheart!
It sure beats waking up to a wail every morning.
And as I sit here typing she has done massive you know what. Diaper change time folks. See ya later alligator!
Names galore
I felt a little cocky after reading Kodi's Mom's post on embarrasing nicknames. After all she seemed to be winning on both the number and the embarrassing quality of her names. Therefore, when she tagged me I didn't view the upcoming post as onerous. In fact, it was more like 'give it to me baby', this was going to be easy. That is, until sanity returned. Squiggles is only 3 months old. Atleast Kodi's Mom can take refuge in the fact that Kodi has been around for much longer. Sigh, maybe I will need to eat my words.
I didn't think I was an animal person until we came up with this one.
Froggie - because since she was born (dunno about the womb) she would jut her roly poly bum in the air, scrunch up her legs and sleep on her knees. Any attempts to straighten her legs would be fiercely resisted. She looked like a tiny frog. When she was really tiny she was also referred to as a tadpole (Yes, I will be deleting this post soon).
Bandar (Monkey), Bandariya (female monkey) - No, I don't know why we think she looks like a monkey. Maybe it's to do with the fact that she sort of leaves herself and lays there helplessly. Here judge for yourself.
Bandar ka baccha (Monkey's child) - I would like to clarify that here we were referring to DD ONLY. When referred to as my child she is usually called wonderful names like um... um... Sexy ki beti (Sexy's daughter) (Oooh blogging is so powerful... sexy sexy sexy mujhe log bolen).
Pumpkin - This is the most recent one really. And no it has nothing to do with her weight. I think it has to do with her cheeks. Touch wood.
Gappu - Again a cheeks thing. I think I am obsessed with her cheeks. I keep kissing them. In fact she's asleep now but I am seriously tempted to give in and smother her yet again... help me someone. What has happened to me??? I was weird but never this bad!
Her nanu uncle has also coined a name which is a play on her name which means rice and meat. It's not funny until you know the language but DD's reaction was "So, he's named her after a dead carcass. How disgusting is that?". Typical vegetarian brahmin reaction. The true non-veggie that I am, I can truly appreciate what a compliment that is since there can be nothing more divine than a delicious piece of mutton with rice *drool drool*.
Her Appaammai also calls her (name) kutty. My mom calls her (name) putty. Both mean a small girl (apparently). Her Atthai calls her Annie Baby.
Kuchie Moo, Kuchie Poo, Kuchu Muchu Puchu - Yes they don't make much sense to me either.
Imagine if she becomes famous and then this post finds it's way into the media. Oh what a laugh that would be.. for me!! She WILL kill me for this. Adieu friends, let's blog while we still have the chance.............................
So, here goes... you decide on who loses... Kodi's M or I? Anyone voting for Kodi's Mom gets a free glass of champagne.
Honey Puney Pie - This has been there from day one. I guess it reflects my obsession with food, especially sweets.I didn't think I was an animal person until we came up with this one.
Froggie - because since she was born (dunno about the womb) she would jut her roly poly bum in the air, scrunch up her legs and sleep on her knees. Any attempts to straighten her legs would be fiercely resisted. She looked like a tiny frog. When she was really tiny she was also referred to as a tadpole (Yes, I will be deleting this post soon).
Bandar (Monkey), Bandariya (female monkey) - No, I don't know why we think she looks like a monkey. Maybe it's to do with the fact that she sort of leaves herself and lays there helplessly. Here judge for yourself.
Bandar ka baccha (Monkey's child) - I would like to clarify that here we were referring to DD ONLY. When referred to as my child she is usually called wonderful names like um... um... Sexy ki beti (Sexy's daughter) (Oooh blogging is so powerful... sexy sexy sexy mujhe log bolen).
Pumpkin - This is the most recent one really. And no it has nothing to do with her weight. I think it has to do with her cheeks. Touch wood.
Gappu - Again a cheeks thing. I think I am obsessed with her cheeks. I keep kissing them. In fact she's asleep now but I am seriously tempted to give in and smother her yet again... help me someone. What has happened to me??? I was weird but never this bad!
Her nanu uncle has also coined a name which is a play on her name which means rice and meat. It's not funny until you know the language but DD's reaction was "So, he's named her after a dead carcass. How disgusting is that?". Typical vegetarian brahmin reaction. The true non-veggie that I am, I can truly appreciate what a compliment that is since there can be nothing more divine than a delicious piece of mutton with rice *drool drool*.
Her Appaammai also calls her (name) kutty. My mom calls her (name) putty. Both mean a small girl (apparently). Her Atthai calls her Annie Baby.
Kuchie Moo, Kuchie Poo, Kuchu Muchu Puchu - Yes they don't make much sense to me either.
Imagine if she becomes famous and then this post finds it's way into the media. Oh what a laugh that would be.. for me!! She WILL kill me for this. Adieu friends, let's blog while we still have the chance.............................
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