Do Co Mo

For D

One of my craziness, escentricies or whatever, I've loved ads more than an actual TV programme. Especially the jingles. And I think baby doll, I just might have passed these crazy genes onto you.

Like mother like daughter, eh sweetie ;p

O re aaa o oooooooo

Yup this tune will haunt us forever.


Mmmmmuah
Ma

Click Click

28 May 2012 - your first snaps together.

Morning Blues

Sleepyhead wakes up from a dream and asks 'Where is Acha?'

Bath time in bucket, I ask her casually what she dreamt of.

Reply - saw Acha, he said 'sonky monky' !!

Looks like this ones stuck for good.


Stumped
G

D’s Aniyan Baby

D, you were just over a year and half, when we knew that S was going to join us soon. Not that it was planned, to use the age-old excuse - it just happened. But that said, we knew you were still young to grasp the meaning of Ma’s bulging tummy, or that someone so beautiful and who will be a life-long companion for you, would be coming out from within.

And thus started our attempts at getting you to understand that. Initial attempts at explaining baby in Ma’s tummy dint work out, and fizzled out. And lo comes our nickname to the rescue – you got it immediately that … whats in Ma’s tummy? Luttu2 !!!

Come May and with it the attempts of converting Luttu2 into Baby. Thankfully this round was immediate victory.

But darling Dewdrop, nothing, absolutely nothing prepared me for how you’d call our sweet li’l Sunshine. The second day in hospital, when I’d regained my awareness (and my pain) and got back into the room, and you came to visit us. There was the sweetest sound in the world, calling out ‘Atha Aniyan baby’!!! By default that progressed to ‘Diade aniyan baby/vava’. Full of emotions as I am, could not help the overflow. Blame it on the raging hormones baby J

The bigger issue though was to get you from grabbing him. Baby you are now just about 2 and half, gradually grasping how to hold, touch, or understand how it would hurt others. The experiments were not on S, thank God, phew! But there were times when we tried to get you away from him, and there like lightning, goes out ur hand to grab hold of him. You were merely stating your intention that you wanted more time with him, and those were impulsive uncontrollable moves.

Mothers instinct to the rescue – and the solution is very simple. Just don’t say 'No'. Instead get your attention to someone else.

Worked like magic. Ur grandparents were hard to convince at first, but they soon saw through you and got into the groove.

Now we have a hard time keeping you away from him. Constantly smothering him with kisses and hugs. Its adorable to see you babying him.

S, are u listening ? Remember baby, shes been holding you close from the time you came into our arms.

Love

Ma

Nicknames

For D and S


June 18, 2012



The Dad is crazy. Wacky. Weird. Wild. And totally unpredictable.

Why?

Here's one reason.


Crazy Dad teaches D - what does Aniyan baby call u?

D - Dia chechi !!!


Dad - what do u call Aniyan baby?

D - Sonki monkey !!!




Dad, I bow to thy feet !!!






Loonily yours
Ma

Jalumemada Bangalorillu aarekoya illathu?

For D n Jals

Jun 6, 2012

And to this, pat comes D’s reply - Jalumemade Bangloorillu poocheyunde, doggie unde, Sammy mama unde.

No exaggerating Jals, it was in this order.

LOLs

G

Our Luttapi Babies

For D and S

To say that the Dad has a delectable sense of humor, is an understatement. I wouldn’t compare to his standards, but my attempts have sure yielded some effort J One of my fav personal jokes were our nicknaming our yet-to-be-born babies - Luttapi and Kadalundi. In short, Luttu and Kundi. ( Go ahead and laugh, we had cracked ribs for a while, before it got stale ).

True to our word, after our err-ehem-ehem struggles of conception, when we had our first news of D, out came her nickname till birth - Luttu. Got to be quite a favorite among the Rest of the Cast, mind you both.

And before we knew it, with a bang came news of S. Totally unpredicted, and we weren’t even trying. Seriously. But boy what a surprise was he. And in keeping with the tradition, aptly named for the 9 months that he was inside – Luttu2. Honestly, though I’d joked about it, just din't have the heart of calling him Kundi ;)

D, you were still quite young to understand when S was kickboxing inside me. But you kind of got the message that there was a baby inside my tummy, even got you calling him Luttu2. And you learnt to respond as well, when asked whats in mummys tummy, with an adorable reply – ammede vayattilu Luttu2 inde.

Thankfully you transitioned immediately after he was born, to calling him your Aniyan baby and Aniyan vava, rather than embarrassing us with Luttu2, or pointing to Ammas tummy again ;) conceding that I’d not lost pregnancy weight immediately.

Well, heres the beginning of our saga J and cheers to a life full of adventures, my lovely Luttapies.

Love in abundance,

Ma

Introducing the GRanDS

An official introduction to the unique characters in this blog, who comprise my existence.

Purely in order of how we entered this world.



R - a.k.a. the Dad - a.k.a. my Sweetheart

So to say the head of the family, yet he remains my baby. Hard working, yet hardly working. Has an umblical cord attached to his laptop and phone. But mostly to the Tv. Addicted to old Mal and new Tam movies. And funny dialogues. And the couch. Hyper-allergic to the words ‘Lets go out somewhere’. Memory of an elephant. Has its appetite too. Hardcore gossipmonger, yet the keeper of secrets.

My rock. And the Best Dad. Ever.


G - a.k.a. Ma

I, Me, Myself. Traditionally conservative, yet contemporarily . Loves the words ‘Lets go out somewhere’. Memory of a chameleon (oondh). With the appetite of an elephant. Emotionally imbalanced, with moodswings to match. Loves passionately. Hates passionately. Forgives passionately.

No further words needed ;)


D - a.k.a.Dewdrop

Now 2 years old. Drama queen galore. With an ever-growing vocabulary that stuns me every.single.day. Tantrums putting her grandparents to the heights of frustration.

Our sweet angel.


S - a.k.a.Sunshine

Squeaky boy. Now 3 weeks old. Expert in 5 things. Sleep. Wake up and cry. Drink milk. Pee. Poop. Sleep again. The cycle continues.

U're our sunshine after the rain ...



The rest of the cast - a.k.a. The Extended Family

The grand-parents. And great grand-parents. On the Dad's side. And the Ma's side. The immediate uncles, and aunts. The grand-parents' brothers, and sisters, and uncles, and aunts. And the paternal and maternal extended uncles, and aunts. And the uncles' and aunts' sons and daughters. And their grand-parents, spouses and children. And so on and so forth.