Wishing everyone a prosperous Sankranthi!! This was Ananya's first Sankranthi.!We had a small ritual called 'Bhogi Pallu' on the 14th.
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Showing posts with label Wishes. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Happy New Year 2007!We are 8 months today............
We welcome this special New Year with lotsa hopes and prayers for happiness, good health, good luck,fortune and loads of good things.May everyone have lots of reasons to be happy about.
This year is extra special to us and the reason no longer needs to be told but I can never get tired of talking about it.It's amazing how fast things are changing and Ananya is growing.
She understands when I tell her it's mealtime and ask her to sit.She comes crawling up to me and gets into a sitting position.It's amazing how much she understands things.She closes her mouth when I try to feed her food but opens it when I say 'water'.She gives us a 'five' by patting our palm with hers.We generally prepare her for something we are going to do next.When we wish to put her in her activity station,we ask her for approval,'baaba doova'and when interested,she smiles and when not, she just brings her legs up, perpendicular to her body and says,'aheee'.
She loves pulling up to stand,just any thing will do to support her.There are also so many words in the air, she is constantly talking something new .Our 'peek a boo's are getting more and more enjoyable.The changes , the development are only leaving us more and more in awe of nature.....
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Merry Christmas.
Just posting a nice letter to Santa which we found elsewhere on the internet.
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Happy Children's Day
Wishing Ananya and children the world over, a happy, healthy, fun filled, innocent, bright,colourful childhood; sans tension,pollution,friction,fear; and a beautiful world, where there is plenty of space for them to explore, experiment, plenty of wonderful things to admire and a warm tomorrow to look forward to.A dream that can hopefully come true...
Friday, November 10, 2006
To you dad.....
The strong arms I landed into............
My instant bonding with you.....My storyteller....My playmate.....
The man I laugh and play with......The one who burped me till I relaxed....The one who gives me a big smile even at the end of a hard day's work.....The one who gives me a horse ride,not minding the back breaking day....My friend............The shoulder I nap on.................The cradle I rock in.......The shoulder I lie against....The first man in my life(after the doctor geeeee geeeeeee ageeeeeeee) . This is to you dad.....Have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a special one this time, because it's the first one as my Dad).
I want to grow up fast Dad,and go swimming with you, learn keyboard lessons with you, read news with you, admire Ilayaraja with you, accompany your tabla with my songs, and maybe , if you still haven't bought your projector by then, we can together track their bids on ebay, and may be I can convince mom to let us watch Da Vinci Code in peace.babababbaba papapappa.
Mom tells me how lucky I am, to have a Dad like you, and I know that,but don't just tell you lest you start acting pricey. Hehhehe.Lots of love to you Dad, from your lil Love and some from Mom too.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Murali's a great dad
I've been really wanting to dedicate a message to Murali's role in our wonderful journey of parenthood.Just didn't want to sound like I was scratching his back.But I was reading some moms in birth clubs today, about how their partners stay away from the room in which the baby is being fed and how they plug their ears with cotton to avoid disturbed sleep and how they are least interested in what's going on! And I thought, Murali as a partner and dad,definitely is special, so needs mention.
In India, it is customary for a would be mother to go to her parents' in the final months of pregnancy, so she can get all the help and support needed.I guess the idea is also to relieve the would be dad of the burden of caring for her before, during and after delivery of the baby.This is practised in most families even to this day. But Murali and me chose to do it differently.We wanted to be together through this beautiful journey and enjoy every moment of it.
Our trip to London(for Murali's assignment) was planned in the seventh month of my pregnancy. My parents were very worried, given the fact that I was going to deliver in a new country, with no help whatsoever.There was pressure from both families to postpone my travel and join Murali after the birth of the baby.But we stuck to our plan and convinced them that we would take good care of ourselves. They hesitantlyagreed(we forced them to).
Murali was very supportive all through.Not once did I feel I'd have got greater help back home. I am, even today , happy for the decision we made. By God's grace, I had a very healthy pregnancy so didn't need much help either. And whatever help I needed, Murali was always there.
My mom visited us in April and left after seven weeks of stay here.She was great help post partum!Something special about a mom and the support she provides.
I started writing with Murali's role as a dad, in mind, but then cudn't help narrating the whole experience.After he comes back from work, even after a very tiring day, Murali takes over Ananya's care.He's totally involved in everything that happens after he's home.He's around with all the help when the baby's fed, he takes it on him, to burp her after each feed,and takes the sole responsibility of putting her to sleep(and that means, walking around the house with baby in arms, for more than two hours), and never has an excuse or a complaint!
When he's around, I know I have nothing to worry.I know, myself and the baby are in the strong arms of an understanding partner and a very responsible and loving dad.
I write down these feelings as a small tribute to my partner, who made the journey of marriage enjoyable, and to a father, who has added colour to the journey of parenthood.On behalf of little Ananya, our darling daughter, I wish him a HAPPY FATHERS DAY,with fathers' day round the corner(I am sure when Ananya grows up,she will do this herself, as she understands how special her dad is!)
In India, it is customary for a would be mother to go to her parents' in the final months of pregnancy, so she can get all the help and support needed.I guess the idea is also to relieve the would be dad of the burden of caring for her before, during and after delivery of the baby.This is practised in most families even to this day. But Murali and me chose to do it differently.We wanted to be together through this beautiful journey and enjoy every moment of it.
Our trip to London(for Murali's assignment) was planned in the seventh month of my pregnancy. My parents were very worried, given the fact that I was going to deliver in a new country, with no help whatsoever.There was pressure from both families to postpone my travel and join Murali after the birth of the baby.But we stuck to our plan and convinced them that we would take good care of ourselves. They hesitantlyagreed(we forced them to).
Murali was very supportive all through.Not once did I feel I'd have got greater help back home. I am, even today , happy for the decision we made. By God's grace, I had a very healthy pregnancy so didn't need much help either. And whatever help I needed, Murali was always there.
My mom visited us in April and left after seven weeks of stay here.She was great help post partum!Something special about a mom and the support she provides.
I started writing with Murali's role as a dad, in mind, but then cudn't help narrating the whole experience.After he comes back from work, even after a very tiring day, Murali takes over Ananya's care.He's totally involved in everything that happens after he's home.He's around with all the help when the baby's fed, he takes it on him, to burp her after each feed,and takes the sole responsibility of putting her to sleep(and that means, walking around the house with baby in arms, for more than two hours), and never has an excuse or a complaint!
When he's around, I know I have nothing to worry.I know, myself and the baby are in the strong arms of an understanding partner and a very responsible and loving dad.
I write down these feelings as a small tribute to my partner, who made the journey of marriage enjoyable, and to a father, who has added colour to the journey of parenthood.On behalf of little Ananya, our darling daughter, I wish him a HAPPY FATHERS DAY,with fathers' day round the corner(I am sure when Ananya grows up,she will do this herself, as she understands how special her dad is!)
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