Christmas

For some reasons, I’m looking forward to Christmas this year.

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Nothing but walking

The boy wants to walk err ‘run’…
I am supposed to hold his hands and walk with him…EVERYWHERE!

His personal favorite, WALKING up the stairs.

The other stuff that he is doing is TALKING…pointing to things, saying things, explaning things. All in baby language.

Occasional ‘car’, ‘clock’, ‘fan’, ‘star’ and other known words are thrown in from time to time.

2010: An introspective

Is it a good year? Or a bad year? To call an eventful year is an understatement.

A challenging year? A depressing year? A year that I want to forget?  Or the one I will remember a life time?

The year that made me cry the most? The year I received unprecedented insults and humiliations? Or shall I call it the year that showed me what parental love is? Or the unconditional love a tiny tot can show the being that carried him?

The year which pushed me to the extreme? The year which gave me so many firsts? The year which truly made me appreciate my friends/colleagues more than in any years came by? Or the year which made me realise the importance of family? And made me reach out to those who matter?

The year which made me go out there? The year which made me say bring it on? Or say f*&k it may?

Hmmm…

Only time will tell, 2010!

I had my head bald

No, not due to depression :-).

Given the series of depression inducing posts of mine, I would not blame anyone for jumping into that conclusion. 🙂

I have fullfilled a vow I made this year.

With my son and mother next to me and my husband (with the other half of the family outside the barber shop), and with a stray tear or two, I had accomplished the deed.

I am now the official mottai boss of the family. 😉

Husband was trying his level best to dissuade me from doing it. The persistent ‘no’ won!

Adi

N received two slaps on his butt, twice. Why? The first two for refusing to finish his rusks. The second one was in the bathroom because he was about to dirty himself-while having a bath!

I had soaped him cleaned and was about to give a good shower before drying him. What did the boy do? He was heading to the toilet bowl and nearly went touching it by milimeters! There and then he received two slaps on his buttocks.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t even flinch a bit. So much for adi! This is not the first time he is getting adi.

I did feel bad after that. Not so much for hitting him but for raising my voice at him. I could have controlled myself better. Nobody likes to be yelled at. Or more precisely, NOBODY likes a yelling mom. So, there’s something I have to consciously work on.

 And I said sorry. But not after telling him why I had to hit him.

Did I mention the ground rule in the family? Only I can hit N. Nobody else. Under any circumstances!

Looking resplendent like a mappilai

That’s how N looked in his Jippa, for his very first engagement cum wedding outing.

Unperturbed by the surrounding hulla balloo and the attention he was receiving (grandma was showing him off to everyone), the lil man was cool all throughout. He even slept for a good hour or so amidst the mirthangam sound.

The little man went for a wedding dinner the following night. Another first and more ammo for me to pester his appa to take us out more often (a.k.a family vacation). 😛

He has another tooth sprouting!

Post script 1: N wants to be with me all the time. This is the second weekend in a row where I had to cook carrying him.

Post script 2: N is all attached with his grandparents. He is crying each time we leave my parents’ place.