Well, not really. He couldn't see what all the fuss was about. After all there's little point to mutton curry and kaju katli when all you can have is milk. And he wouldn't understand why Daddy D must spend half an hour sprinkling colours on the floor when he might be better employed letting Baby D have a go at his glasses.
And so we tiptoed around Baby D's schedule, which he insisted go on as usual - eat, diaper change, play, wash & sterilise bottles, eat, diaper change, play and so on, in a loop. And then there were the episodes of extreme crankiness, which is Baby D doing his best to fend off sleep before finally succumbing. When this happened, we would breathe a deep sigh of relief for a minute or two before jumping into the Diwali activities.
"Quick! We have twenty minutes, let's get the rangoli done." Or "Cover me for five minutes while I light up the diyas". Needless to say, it was a rather abridged version of the usual Diwali festivities timed to coincide with Baby D's brief naps.
When we reached Nani's place in the evening, we lost no time in consigning Baby D to Nana - Nani's care and haring it away to set off a few firecrackers. ( Thirty years down the road, I hope Baby D doesn't expect the same of me for his kid!) After setting off some sufficiently noisy crackers that gladden Mommy D's heart, we were back to find that Baby D was taking things rather well given all the noise of the fireworks going around.
In fact, was he taking things a little too well for Diwali night? Shouldn't he have been panicking a bit? We forgot he had passed his newborn hearing screening test, all the times he had been scared by the sound of the pressure cooker or the way he tries to imitate our speech or a host of other indications that he is able to hear perfectly well, thanks very much. Mommy D did this desperate little jig to Sindbad the Sailor from "Rock On" at which Baby D laughed, but we couldn't say for sure whether it was the jigging or the music that amused him. Daddy D then tried speaking to him in different tones of voices from different corners of the room, but Baby D remained unimpressed. Finally a burst of a really loud and persistent sutli bomb from somewhere in the neighbourhood, broke Baby D's sang froid. He dissolved into tears much to the relief of Mommy and Daddy D.
Turns out our Baby D is a stoic little fella who believes in keeping a stiff upper lip. Since that day though, he's started taking a healthy interest in Indi Rock. "Sindbad the Sailor" is now a part of our daily morning play routine along with his sock puppets - Pluto and Tabitha the tiger, his book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar and all time favourites Mr Rattlesworth and Mr Spots.
And so we tiptoed around Baby D's schedule, which he insisted go on as usual - eat, diaper change, play, wash & sterilise bottles, eat, diaper change, play and so on, in a loop. And then there were the episodes of extreme crankiness, which is Baby D doing his best to fend off sleep before finally succumbing. When this happened, we would breathe a deep sigh of relief for a minute or two before jumping into the Diwali activities.
"Quick! We have twenty minutes, let's get the rangoli done." Or "Cover me for five minutes while I light up the diyas". Needless to say, it was a rather abridged version of the usual Diwali festivities timed to coincide with Baby D's brief naps.
When we reached Nani's place in the evening, we lost no time in consigning Baby D to Nana - Nani's care and haring it away to set off a few firecrackers. ( Thirty years down the road, I hope Baby D doesn't expect the same of me for his kid!) After setting off some sufficiently noisy crackers that gladden Mommy D's heart, we were back to find that Baby D was taking things rather well given all the noise of the fireworks going around.
In fact, was he taking things a little too well for Diwali night? Shouldn't he have been panicking a bit? We forgot he had passed his newborn hearing screening test, all the times he had been scared by the sound of the pressure cooker or the way he tries to imitate our speech or a host of other indications that he is able to hear perfectly well, thanks very much. Mommy D did this desperate little jig to Sindbad the Sailor from "Rock On" at which Baby D laughed, but we couldn't say for sure whether it was the jigging or the music that amused him. Daddy D then tried speaking to him in different tones of voices from different corners of the room, but Baby D remained unimpressed. Finally a burst of a really loud and persistent sutli bomb from somewhere in the neighbourhood, broke Baby D's sang froid. He dissolved into tears much to the relief of Mommy and Daddy D.
Turns out our Baby D is a stoic little fella who believes in keeping a stiff upper lip. Since that day though, he's started taking a healthy interest in Indi Rock. "Sindbad the Sailor" is now a part of our daily morning play routine along with his sock puppets - Pluto and Tabitha the tiger, his book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar and all time favourites Mr Rattlesworth and Mr Spots.
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