Obsessivemom

16/01/200805/07/2018

Things I’d like to keep a secret – N

Well I hope no one goes through this post. But I thought I need to get it off my chest.Okay here goes
I have learnt how to take out my diapers and pajamas all by myself, which is of course a good thing. The catch is that I haven’t figured out when I should do it. The other day we and our friends were all bogeying to Darde Disco. I got a tad carried away by the music and when Mama looked up from what she was doing she saw me waving my pajamas in the air. You should have seen her face. Personally I don’t see what was so very shocking… I mean a girl CAN get carried away once in a while… can’t she?

07/01/200815/04/2017

First hair cut – 27 December 2007 – N

We had our first ever hair cut guys! High time I’d say considering we’re almost a year and half old. It’s an awesome experience. We loved the place mama took us to. .. huge mirrors everywhere and bottles upon bottles of intriguing stuff and chairs that could go up and down…we just didn’t want to come back. Mama had been really scared that I’d create a racket – like I did during my mundan… but she needn’t have worried – this was way too different and really much more fun. I mean how can you compare a silly man with a scary knife (or whatever that was) with hip women who smell soooo good? And there’s so much to look at. There was this aunty with a head full of hair all wrapped up in shiny paper. I thought that was a very elegant hairdo.

Anyway, mama had gone armed with sweets to distract us, which turned out to be quite unnecessary. Bhai went first because mama was confident he would be no trouble at all and he came off looking quite dapper. I was a little hassled because they put my hand under this huge plastic thing and I couldn’t get the sweet to my mouth. But once mama helped me with it things were cool. I didn’t even realise when my cut was through. I got a neat little fringe (which mama insists on combing back from my forehead…. she’s so not ‘in’).

PS
I said my name for the first time yesterday. I can also say ‘Bhai’ and pretty much everything anyone asks me to repeat. Bhai manages just a ‘Na’ for me.

06/12/200715/04/2017

Chatathon – N

Mama’s been so busy with us that she completely forgot to post our new achievements. In the meanwhile both bhai and I have started talking. I went first with k..k… for kabootar. But that was ages ago now I can almost manage the full word. What I like best about talking is that no one can pretend they can’t understand what I’m trying to tell them. Believe me, things get done much faster when one learns to talk. What’s even better is the look on mama’s face when I surprise them with stray words. That’s rather strange considering that mama has been talking to us since we were born, I mean how come she never expected us to reply? Yet when I do she is totally zapped. The other evening she said ‘Neeche chalein’ and I said ‘chalo’ and she almost fainted from shock. She told papa when he came home and he was so happy that he made me say ‘chalo’ over and over again till mama went crazy. Now of course I can say plenty of words like chai, come, bhai, didi, shoes, juice, cheese, crow, auto, car, bus…. quite a list.

18/11/200715/04/2017

Want to quit

If mothering were a job I’d’ve quit ages back. I don’t want this to become a crib portal but that last few months have been so bad that I feel like I’m perpetually living on the verge of a nervous breakdown. What’s worse is that H and N are turning out to be so wilful and spoilt that I feel I’m just not upto the job of ‘mothering’. Really envy people who have brought up well-behaved kids. I so want them to be decent children but they just don’t LISTEN to me at all. They throw toys around and push each other. They’re still not potty trained, they don’t sleep at night and lately have been giving me hell during meal times. It’s crazy. Can’t believe this is the best I can do.

11/10/200709/10/2019

The daughter

The Husband came back from a tour and she did her usual I’ve-fallen-down-pick-me-up routine. When Sophia ran to pick her up, she refused to get up till he went and picked her up!Sometimes I feel she just LOVES to embarrass me. I had been teaching both of them to do a ‘namaste’ for a long time. H picked it up real fast but N just refused to learn it. Then one day when I was telling someone that H had picked it up pretty well but N couldn’t … right then, very promptly she executed a perfect ‘namaste’ complete with folded hands!