love of Grand parents makes them happy kids. They copy G Pa and want to look like him. The naked threesome.Tuesday, July 24, 2007
bonding
love of Grand parents makes them happy kids. They copy G Pa and want to look like him. The naked threesome.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
No more my own Boss
Feel helpless
Feel totally out of control
It feels that I am not my boss any more.
If this is the beginning , then wonder where it will go...
Have start eating my own actions and words
They are smart,
they are clever,
they also have sense of humour
they can make me laugh
they can make me cry
they can make me do all that I despise
they are my weakness
they are my strength
they are my babies
and I love them, marvel at them with out any end
Lil ones learn lesson no. 1
Lesson no. 1 is :
Do Not tear the book.
And if u do then u will stand in the corner.
The Corner is 'BAD'..that's what we told our lil Einstein's
What happend after that is a story in itself.
Now when ever they accidently tear a newspaper/book. They look at us,and quietly go and stand in the corner. If Bhav goes then Gats follows her , they both adjust and fit themselves in that so called bad corner. They keep on sitting there ,looking at us.
We call them , they dont come, I get up and lovingly take them out and we start our book reading session all over again....and then Gats looks at me, and tears one more page.....with a smile.
Lesson Learnt- Child is the father of Man
Do Not tear the book.
And if u do then u will stand in the corner.
The Corner is 'BAD'..that's what we told our lil Einstein's
What happend after that is a story in itself.
Now when ever they accidently tear a newspaper/book. They look at us,and quietly go and stand in the corner. If Bhav goes then Gats follows her , they both adjust and fit themselves in that so called bad corner. They keep on sitting there ,looking at us.
We call them , they dont come, I get up and lovingly take them out and we start our book reading session all over again....and then Gats looks at me, and tears one more page.....with a smile.
Lesson Learnt- Child is the father of Man
Monday, July 16, 2007
Its a lizzzzard
Mom look...Lizard!!!
I want plain rice with Ghee and salt
I want more salt
I want Ice cream and not sweets
I want Roti and not Rice
.......
This is what I hear from my 1.7 month old babies.
I can not believe my ears that they can communicate, understand and demand so much.
It delights me to see them choose their dress, their tooth brush, their toys.
Both of them want different things (thankfully).
Bhavs likes girlie colors and dolls.
Gats likes Balls and is not bothered about clothes
Gats has a choice in what food she wants to eat
Bhavs does not compromise on her sleep area.
Both of them want to sleep on Mummy's tummy (challenging).
I want plain rice with Ghee and salt
I want more salt
I want Ice cream and not sweets
I want Roti and not Rice
.......
This is what I hear from my 1.7 month old babies.
I can not believe my ears that they can communicate, understand and demand so much.
It delights me to see them choose their dress, their tooth brush, their toys.
Both of them want different things (thankfully).
Bhavs likes girlie colors and dolls.
Gats likes Balls and is not bothered about clothes
Gats has a choice in what food she wants to eat
Bhavs does not compromise on her sleep area.
Both of them want to sleep on Mummy's tummy (challenging).
Friday, June 15, 2007
Some times it is very tiring to do things after involving every one and taking concent of every one. One just cant do what one wants to do.Though no one stops or any thing like that, but the acceptability of new ideas, new purchases new equipment, new concepts about raising children....every thing that was not there in the older generation gets questioned, gets screened, gets a stare.
If we live in a community we have to understand the dynamics.We have to balance.We have to restrain from free speech.
Times such as these are testing times.
Talk or write or do some thing and let your self cool down during these moments. Then you think sensibly again.
If we live in a community we have to understand the dynamics.We have to balance.We have to restrain from free speech.
Times such as these are testing times.
Talk or write or do some thing and let your self cool down during these moments. Then you think sensibly again.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Brother in Law
When God was creating relations, he created a unique species called BIL. BIL is a special person who is fun to be with.He puts a smile on my face. My Bill is in town and things are looking very happy for me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Weaning
After 1.5 years this day has come when my Lil ones din't ask for my feed during night. They woke up 2 times each but at least I am relieved of the suckling feeling which was getting pain full with every passing day. Both have developed teeth which was causing injury to me.
I must admit it is a painful feeling for me to wean them. I like to nurse may Lil angles, feel the closeness ; they also enjoy the security and comfort. Though I would love to continue feeding them but it is causing more pain than pleasure.
More than the physical and emotional part, I decided to wean them as I want to sleep properly in the night and want them to sleep without getting up many times. I want them to become independent. In case I have to go out of station (work or emergency) they should at least sleep the whole night.
To celebrate this new achievement, I and Ro went to watch a Movie yesterday night. We were concerned and always checking the watch, fearing that what if the babies get up... they will cry. So we dint have any post movie snack/ drive, just headed back home silently, hoping every thing is under control. And to our relief we found that both of them were asleep. My MIL and my Aunt were sleeping by their side, patting them in between when they stirred.
I entered the room and felt a warm glow in my heart to see my fairies sleeping.I quickly changed in to night clothes, cuddled them and slept.
They stirred, saw mummy and gave a cozy smile. Ro slept with Gats and I with Bhavs.
Between Bhavs and Gats, Bhavu seems to be effected more by this weaning. The trick I used was told to me by my aunt who has come from a village in Nepal. She made a paste of neem leaves and asked me to put it on the nipples when ever babies demanded milk. MIL, Aunt ,my Maid and Me all four of us started saying that Mummy has been bit by 'KoKa' ( made this one up), and so mummy is applying medicine, and if you ask milk mummy will get hurt.
I thought this is a crazy idea, but actually it started working after the second day.Bhav started crying when ever her favourite Booboo was covered with Dabu ( Medicine), she tasted it and made faces then she got a cloth an tried to wipe it, I would reapply the neem paste, she tried to pick the paste from her hand and throw it. The first day they both swollowed the neem paste along with the milk. I felt very sorry and felt like crying.
Every one told me to be strong & firm.
In the night I myself wiped the paste and nursed them. All my theories faded away that night about wanting to wean babies and making them independent.The urge to feed the babies is still strong in me.
Next night, just before going to bed , we played this 'Dabbu and Koka Game'.
Gattu seemed to understand and though while sleeping she asked for milk, we patted her and reminded her about the bitter 'Dabbu'.
But Bhavs dint want to understand.I gave in once, but soon pulled her and took her out of the room, singing and talking to her. Ultimately she slept.
The next day, to every ones surprise, they both were talking about 'Mama, koka, dabbu' to every one. They told the maid, grand pa, grand ma, our neighbour family and even the friendly watch man (thank god the outsiders don't know our secret words).
The whole day they were very concerned. when I came from work, and tried to repeat the ritual, they dint want to see 'It' and hid it with a cloth. But I could see concern in their eyes. Bhavs couldn't control, she dint know how to feel so her behaviour fluctuated from crying, to being aggressive, running away from me then coming back and hiding her face in my lap. Gats had her own ways of expressing concern.She took the neem paste and threw it on the floor....can any one believe that they are only One Year Five months old kids.
They feel my pain, they don't want me to be hurt they love me. And I love them more than myself.They are concerned about every one at home. When their gran pa got a lil bruise on the toe, they were running here & there and telling all of us about the wound and were asking grand pa to apply dabbu.When the wound healed, they still were checking it once in a while.
Though they are very small. I get amused observing their reactions about things that elders do.They look small but they think and have their own understanding of things.
I must admit it is a painful feeling for me to wean them. I like to nurse may Lil angles, feel the closeness ; they also enjoy the security and comfort. Though I would love to continue feeding them but it is causing more pain than pleasure.
More than the physical and emotional part, I decided to wean them as I want to sleep properly in the night and want them to sleep without getting up many times. I want them to become independent. In case I have to go out of station (work or emergency) they should at least sleep the whole night.
To celebrate this new achievement, I and Ro went to watch a Movie yesterday night. We were concerned and always checking the watch, fearing that what if the babies get up... they will cry. So we dint have any post movie snack/ drive, just headed back home silently, hoping every thing is under control. And to our relief we found that both of them were asleep. My MIL and my Aunt were sleeping by their side, patting them in between when they stirred.
I entered the room and felt a warm glow in my heart to see my fairies sleeping.I quickly changed in to night clothes, cuddled them and slept.
They stirred, saw mummy and gave a cozy smile. Ro slept with Gats and I with Bhavs.
Between Bhavs and Gats, Bhavu seems to be effected more by this weaning. The trick I used was told to me by my aunt who has come from a village in Nepal. She made a paste of neem leaves and asked me to put it on the nipples when ever babies demanded milk. MIL, Aunt ,my Maid and Me all four of us started saying that Mummy has been bit by 'KoKa' ( made this one up), and so mummy is applying medicine, and if you ask milk mummy will get hurt.
I thought this is a crazy idea, but actually it started working after the second day.Bhav started crying when ever her favourite Booboo was covered with Dabu ( Medicine), she tasted it and made faces then she got a cloth an tried to wipe it, I would reapply the neem paste, she tried to pick the paste from her hand and throw it. The first day they both swollowed the neem paste along with the milk. I felt very sorry and felt like crying.
Every one told me to be strong & firm.
In the night I myself wiped the paste and nursed them. All my theories faded away that night about wanting to wean babies and making them independent.The urge to feed the babies is still strong in me.
Next night, just before going to bed , we played this 'Dabbu and Koka Game'.
Gattu seemed to understand and though while sleeping she asked for milk, we patted her and reminded her about the bitter 'Dabbu'.
But Bhavs dint want to understand.I gave in once, but soon pulled her and took her out of the room, singing and talking to her. Ultimately she slept.
The next day, to every ones surprise, they both were talking about 'Mama, koka, dabbu' to every one. They told the maid, grand pa, grand ma, our neighbour family and even the friendly watch man (thank god the outsiders don't know our secret words).
The whole day they were very concerned. when I came from work, and tried to repeat the ritual, they dint want to see 'It' and hid it with a cloth. But I could see concern in their eyes. Bhavs couldn't control, she dint know how to feel so her behaviour fluctuated from crying, to being aggressive, running away from me then coming back and hiding her face in my lap. Gats had her own ways of expressing concern.She took the neem paste and threw it on the floor....can any one believe that they are only One Year Five months old kids.
They feel my pain, they don't want me to be hurt they love me. And I love them more than myself.They are concerned about every one at home. When their gran pa got a lil bruise on the toe, they were running here & there and telling all of us about the wound and were asking grand pa to apply dabbu.When the wound healed, they still were checking it once in a while.
Though they are very small. I get amused observing their reactions about things that elders do.They look small but they think and have their own understanding of things.
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