My Baby S

Now Baby S, this mama got some experience after your sister. Walking out of L&D was a good feeling and I was looking forward to going home, being at a familiar place rather than the four walls. I was a little better equipped – thanks to hand me downs. We are treading familiar ground now and I promise a smoother ride buddy.

You are the first to wake up at a steady 6:30AM; then walk up to Appa and call “Appa” to wake him up,  have your guys time together for at least ½ hour before the rest of us join in. You have a thing for Appa when he is around. Get most upset when he leaves for work, and the most excited when you hear the door opening in the evening. You drop whatever you are into and run to his feet even before he can get in the door. Definitely a daddy’s little man. However, I am one happy mamma when you shower your affection on me, come running from wherever you are and hug tightly while slathering with your kisses. You laugh whole heartedly through the cuddles.

You love hanging out with Akka, eagerly await her van arrival from school and shout in excitement when she comes out….then both of you wildly scream at each other like excited teenage girls. You want to sit with her always and imitate what she does. If she doesn’t prefer your company, you insist and insert yourself there, especially when she is struggling with her homework or playing play dough with her girl friend.  Both of you dance together for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and laugh over Pocoyo. You run to Skype to say hello to Aachi and Thatha as soon as you hear their voice, and eager to talk on phone. You hate it when they leave after visiting.

Lately you are talking; while kicking your little blue Niagara ball around the house “mon thee two kick…. mon thee two kick….” and so on. The only colors you seem to say are blue and pink. Yesterday, you suddenly said “Happy Birthday to you” and swept me by surprise. Like to pull out a book from your stash and call to Appa saying “stoii”. You are also quite OCD about keeping things where they belong, when we start putting away toys…you say “kean ah, kean ah” and start cleaning up. You take a small broom and go after the cleaning lady sweeping what she already cleaned. However, am not happy when you take the shoes from the shoe rack and throw them around or when you knock the newspaper off the coffee table no matter how many times I put it back. You can wave and call an auto to our footstep when we start heading out. You are obsessed with ants, little insects and start hitting them with a newspaper in an attempt to kill them. Certainly a big helper to me, unload the washing machine and hand out clothes to dry. You also pick dishes off the tub and ask me to put them away into the shelves.

You started temper tantrums recently- stomp your feet, slam closet doors, throw your favorite books and knock off chairs when not pleased. Boy, you are not doing great in the potty training department. We have a long way to go, am thinking you will be in diapers even beyond 2 years of age. Not a great eater either. You have the history of fracturing your elbow by falling from the couch; you climb the french window grill, let go off the swing and locked yourself inside rooms and elevators. All this before we can beat you to rescue. Between your mischief and tantrums…our hands, legs, eyes, ears and everything is busy. The parent side of the brain better be on alert for what awaits next, thanks to all your tricks. You get us sore worried by the way.

Baby S, know that you not only have your Amma and Appa, but also a responsible Akka to watch out for you. After raising you little brats for couple years, it is now sinking in and I melt at the drop of a hat. You children have made us grownups. We eat better and live fairly disciplined lives. You have tried and tested our patience to large extents, and remind us that there is a long way to go. I pray and hope that we are able to give you little ones what you really deserve.