For the record - vital stats first!!!
Height is 30.5 cms and I fall in 79 percentile and my weight is 20 pounds which is among the 75 percentile.
My schedule, I am with my baby sitter for past few months. SO my day starts at 9a, when she is about to arrive. I generally help mom while she cooks, I play with the peels of the vegetables which she cooks and also the utensils.
I love to be in the kitchen when somebody is there, as I simply cant miss the charm of the dustbin, the doormat, the door stopper and lastly the shoes.
So this much while she arrives. First thing she does is feed me with cereal. And then bath me and clean off the mess I created when I eat (picture).
After taking shower she dresses me and soon after I drink milk, I sleep, for good 2 hours. When I wake up, its the time for some fruit pulp, generally Apple (appy), Banana(bana) recently I started with plum.
After eating this I play around and watch some boring but colorful DVD from Baby Einstein, by the time all this happen its time for dadda to come home, and then we leave to drop the baby sitter aunty to train station.
While in the car, I sleep, most of the time and then I stay in the car seat till the time I am up again. This time when I wake up, mommy is back home from work too. and I play with her and dadda, while she is preparing her meal. After the meal they play with me, I play with dadda, the pakko (kaavya ko pakdo, catch me)game, in which both of us crawl and dadda tries to catch me. and then I try to cath him. turn by turn. Lately I have also started playing soccer with him. I like kicking the ball a lot. In fact last time when I was trying to kick a ball I was standing with the support of the table with one hand, and I almost fall. But managed to hold the table again.
So by 10.30p my battery is down and after taking the last meal as milk, I sleep for next 8-10 hrs.
Now some of the activities I have started. I -
• stand with the support.
• climb up the bed.
• climb down the bed.
• walk along the bed and all the furniture in the house.
• crawl faster then I used to.
• talk with tata, mama and papa language.
• reciprocate very well.
• play throw ball.
• play with the trash.
• eat/chew slippers/shoes.
• play with the CDs and DVDs by dropping off the entertainment table.
• love the laptop and want all the keys of it out in my hands.
• so much love the laptop, that if its not open I stand and sit on it.
• love dadda's ipod touch, and want to get hold of it. (don’t tell anyone, but he has already replaced it under manufacturer's warranty)
• pick up small toys and eat(lick) them.
• am done with the milk or food, I shake my hand and head to say no, I don't want it anymore.
• love playing peek-a-boo, even with any xyz banda....the other day I was at the Comcast service center, and this lady started playing with me and I started enjoying...
Well enough of my babblings... pictures would follow...
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Remember when we first met? It was late evening, it was mid-April - the tax day. I was large and you were ready. You were beautiful, all black eyes and big — impossibly big — cheeks. You were born, and we both cried. You, because you had suddenly and bravely plunged into a bright, strange world. Me, because in one instant all my hopes and joys and desires were unlocked and unleashed, poured out in big wet tears, in a cry from deep within, in a sound from myself I had never before heard — because it belongs to you and only you.
You make me want to become stronger, kinder, wiser so I can show you what it looks like when life is done well. You make me want to conquer time itself so that I could rewind and relive all your sweet milestones, or fast forward so I don't have to wait one more minute to see who you become, or pause. Mostly just pause. I want to stop and stare and marvel and savor this moment, any moment, every moment as long as you're in it.
You're the first person I've ever actually wanted to wear a matching outfit with.
I think about all the things I want to show you and teach you and tell you about. In no particular order: Ice cream. Bubbles. Swinging on a swing set. I will teach you the chords I know on guitar but also get you real lessons if you want them.
But mostly my biggest job is to care for your heart and prepare you for this world that can be exhilarating and terrifying and wonderful and shattering. There is no way I can anticipate every situation or protect you from every hurt or fear. The best thing I can do for you is work hard to make real to you how dearly you are loved and treasured. Not just by me and your daddy, but by God, who knit you together so lovingly and made you just right. I will never get over this blessing. I will never stop marveling at the fortune that you, dear sweet serene smiley Kaavya, are my little girl. I would have waited forever for you.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
- Get a job.
- Understand I don't like you.
- I'm everywhere.
- You hurt her, I hurt you.
- Be home 30 minutes early.
- Get a lawyer.
- If you lie to me, I will find out.
- She's my princess, not your conquest.
- I don't mind going back to jail.