Discovering the right foot!

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wanted to dance in school annual day and very enthusiastically participated in the practice hours after school . She did put her heart and practiced diligently until one fine day she was the only one to be cornered out and told in front of the entire group that she has to be removed from the participation as she doesn't dance well and that her steps are bad.

A few classmates who were also in the group spread the news like fire to the total class and the neighbouring sections adding masala to the actual happening. Years rolled by,the little girl grew up,schools were changed,dancing opportunities came up,but the incident left a deep scar and she told everyone boldly that she can't dance to save her life..college happened ,during the freshers party, she could have gone ahead and joined the dance group where all her friends were in. But the scar didn't allow her to.

Some more years rolled by and one fine day,she was gifted this little bundle of joy who did many "abhinayams" right from day one. She thought maybe, just maybe,the little one may develop interest in dance and she can enjoy watching her offspring . Fast forward a couple of months,she happened to sing twinkle twinkle to the little one and the baby seemed to respond only when she sang with actions. Next day,same actions same song ,but the baby turned her face away...suddenly she moved her a**se and swung her hands and just did a step the baby's eyes brightened up and her little lips broke into a smile. .since then there has been no turn back. .This grown up girl is now dancing as if she has discovered her legs just now...even when she is not entertaining her baby,her legs don't seem to stay still..probably die to all these years of desire that has been pent up subconsciously. .

What made me write this today since I have been dancing like abandon last 2 months??I read a post by a fellow new mom Tharani  (remember to copy the link as the copy paste doesn't seem to work on the phone) "there is something about babies.."..yes,definitely there is something about babies,for my baby has made me discover that I have a right foot,indeed..

1000 times too little. ..

On my last day at work before my maternity leave began,my manager gifted me two baby story books and said his daughter loves them both and hence he chose to gift the same for my baby as well. I was excited to find what the books were hence hurried to open the wrapped gift. He was quick to ask me not to read them right away but to use it after the baby is born and more exactly to start using when I begin to read stories to my baby. For ,if the baby likes the story ,I may end up reading like 1000 times the same book. He mentioned that he has read that story to his daughter more than 1000 times so far (based on a rough calculation).

At that moment, I exclaimed and couldn't believe or understand why a dad would have to read the same book many many times over .

Fast forward just a couple of months,one fine day Ajju stopped crying abruptly on hearing twinkle twinkle little star and lo,it became a household song for us and since then,we have been using it as a distract sob, entertainment sob, sleep song,pram sob, car song and the list goes on..so,can you guess the number of times I would have sung this so far..would have definitely crossed more than 50000 times until now and counting. ...

Who's the boss?

In our household,

Scene 1: 

Health visitor (HV) : you are allowing the baby to control you while it has to be the other way round.  Mummy is the boss. Understand? ?

Ramya jumps around doing victory dance that at least there is one soul who declares I'm the boss.

Scene 2: A little while later,little one is awake after a nap of 10 minutes (it was during this cycle gap I was crowned the boss) and we play for some time. Then,HRH gives a shout ..waav aav yaav. ..Immediately the so-called-boss rushes to pick the baby and says "okay okay kattha vendam. .thookikaren. ." 

S  has a wicked smile and asks "enga, yaaru boss, sollu "

Scene 3: I have put HRH to sleep and assuming that she has drifted to la-la land,I slowly get up tob do some important work like taking a shower. Even before I get out of the bed,I hear twist/turn/squirm from the little munchkin and immediately I ditch all plans and sleep next to her and keep patting her. Again,a teasing smile from S as if asking "yaaru boss nu sollu paakalam". .

Scenic Sunday

Sunday being Sabbath day,where one is not allowed to do any work (am I correct?),so with this excuse,let me just post a picture today.

2015

Was the year of our baby and my pregnancy  (yes,in that order..going by the way the little one has wrapped everyone around her little finger))..

I cannot be thankful enough to the supreme power and the universe and of course,our little Ajju  for this blessing. .

Before I drift ,let me record what a great ROCK my husband, S, has been all through and continues to remain so.Touch wood. Inspite of all the tantrums I throw,all the pouting I do,all the showing-anger-bcos-of-otherss-on-him that I do, he still indulges me and doesn't point fingers. Well,what did I want to say??? Yeah,ever since nausea hit me in the early days of pregnancy, he took up the job of cooking for me,all fresh meals,every single day until my mother came over in the 8th month. In addition to that,he also did all the cleaning  ,laundry ,and simply pampered me to the core. All this while managing a full time job which needs him to travel long distances often. Did I mention he used to wake up so damn early in the morning to prepare food that I would have only made a slight remark that I would like to eat. .and checking every single day after my lunch if I liked it and what was missing in the food in between attending the never ending conf calls . Naturally, he would be so tired and would want to rest,but took up the responsibility of taking care of me and baby whole heartedly without showing or expressing the slightest of frustration at any point. I think all this has deeply gone well inside me that Ajju is a daddy's girl . Wait,even while I was carrying her,after a long day when I used to mention that I did not feel much movements of the baby that day,S would only put his hands and immediately Ajju would get excited and start playing :-)

I started out to write about the year that went by,but ended up showering laavvuu for the better half..anyways,he deserves at least this from me ,so let it be..will continue the rest in another post..

Wait. .i'm not that bad,okay. .naanum nalla ponnu than.. (cough..cough)..now I can publish the post :-):-)

Welcome 2016

Happy New Year!

May this New year bring in all that each of us wish and desire for.

I make resolutions every now and then (yes,not just during new year or varusha pirappu or ugadi or Christmas or ramzan. I'm known to make resolutions on any day only to follow it for next few days :-) ),and now let me make some ,put them down and try to revisit once in a while to see how I fare:

1) Be more patient in parenting Ajju. My patience levels have increased drastically  (yes,only I need to pat myself for no one else is voicing this out) over the years and more since the birth of our Jr. But still,there is a long way to go and I want to improve on this one.

2)lose *some* weight : yes,some is the keyword here. At least 5 kg.,to begin with and get back into shape.

3) read ,rather re-start reading. I didn't bother to read all through 2015 and I'm not complaining. I just gave in to what my heart and mind said and went with the flow. So,didn't bother to exert/force myself to do anything at all. Clock an average of 1 book a month.

4) important point this one: don't bother,don't care of what people say,both on my face and in my back and do not let them affect me. This is something I need to try and put in action. Ignore them is what I need to remind myself when I even sense signs of their actions/words affecting me.

5) be decisive. Try and make decisions and do not look back once they are made.

I'm joining the blogathon this January and hoping that I can keep up at it.a lot of thoughts coming up now,let me streamline them and convert to posts in coming days. Ajju calling..need to rush..happy new year.

I'm still toying over what to call our little daughter in this blog: so if it's Rosie,  Ro,baby,Ajju, Jr or any other name I refer to: it's going to be our little darling daughter.