Not yet six months old and Baby D is well aware of the concept of weekends, all due to momma returning to work. Our week days look slightly crazy. Mommy D sets the alarm for six and gets up by half past. She then boils water for Baby D's feed and gets his sippy cup ready. She puts his new tiny (though not as tiny as she would have liked) cooker on for his khichdi, which she later blends. Mommy D then pours out a portion into his tiny food storage pot, which is half the motivation for Mommy D going through all of the above.
The next hour is a blur of first feed, air time and getting ready herself as nani returns from her walk and Baby D's baby sitter ( a young lass that he's been charming) comes over. Our good bye is a little emotional, Mommy D giving Baby D a tight little hug and Baby D, a little distracted goes "yeah okay, now get on with it".
In the evenings, Mommy D braves the perils of traffic to ride home at her top speed of 25 kmph so she can have an extra hour before Baby D's bed time. We play and we eat and we exchange the news for the day until it's time to say "nite nite".
Weekends though are a different beast. Expectations change of life as Mommy D has realised. Leisurely sips of wine are a thing of the distant past. Mommy D now downs it in a gulp or two. After all, what's more important is that it is ingested rather than the manner of being ingested! A lucky break is when Baby D had done a "neat job" that just needed a couple of wipes. And of course, the main business of the weekend is to play catch up with Baby D.
Baby D made most of the opportunity by wreaking havoc in the house. He demands to be picked up and "swims" in the direction he'd like to be taken. His main focus points in the house are the switch boards which he can bat at, grinning broadly for hours on end. Then, there's the chimney on the hob, which lights up with a switch...Baby D smiles at it like it's the lights on the Eiffel tower :) Speaking of Eiffel tower, he's managed to break it, the magnet that is - his restraining order near the refrigerator not withstanding.
On the dining table, Baby D finds plenty to destroy - the cutlery stand, the table mats, the casserole that holds the rotis, the fruit bowl, the jugs are all fair game. And Baby D yesterday, "read" his first newspaper. Before Mommy D could gauge his intentions and intercept him, he had eaten the "M" in "Times Of India". It disappeared within a matter of seconds and we could find no traces of the "M" in his mouth. Mommy D only wishes he had eaten something classier!
Nap times are not as peaceful as they used to be. Baby D remains active even when asleep working his legs up and down ever so often. As his kicks get more vigorous, the days of his cradle are numbered. We need to find a cot before he manages to dislodge the pin that locks the cradle steady in its place!
Baby D's fascination for the mirror is well documented, but what pleases him now is not just the Baby in the mirror, who is old news. No, he destroys and tries to eat whatever stands on the dressing table - the water bottle, the moisturiser jar. Mommy D very much fears he may have had a lick of the honey and almond.
Diaper changes and outfit changes, have been challenging for a while, but now they have turned into outright wrestling matches! Baby D shows no chivalry for the ladies, but rolls over, pushes himself up and tries his best to scoot away. When recovered and brought back to his changing mat, he wastes no time in rolling away immediately. It's like having spent the first six months of his life on his back, Baby D is not going to stay that way one moment more than he needs to!
Exhausted, Mommy D looks around for things to fix that Baby D destroyed. She wonders what mayhem he'll cause, once he's actually able to move around. Baby D in a pensive mood, sucks on his thumb - not the one on his hand, his big toe.
The next hour is a blur of first feed, air time and getting ready herself as nani returns from her walk and Baby D's baby sitter ( a young lass that he's been charming) comes over. Our good bye is a little emotional, Mommy D giving Baby D a tight little hug and Baby D, a little distracted goes "yeah okay, now get on with it".
In the evenings, Mommy D braves the perils of traffic to ride home at her top speed of 25 kmph so she can have an extra hour before Baby D's bed time. We play and we eat and we exchange the news for the day until it's time to say "nite nite".
Weekends though are a different beast. Expectations change of life as Mommy D has realised. Leisurely sips of wine are a thing of the distant past. Mommy D now downs it in a gulp or two. After all, what's more important is that it is ingested rather than the manner of being ingested! A lucky break is when Baby D had done a "neat job" that just needed a couple of wipes. And of course, the main business of the weekend is to play catch up with Baby D.
Baby D made most of the opportunity by wreaking havoc in the house. He demands to be picked up and "swims" in the direction he'd like to be taken. His main focus points in the house are the switch boards which he can bat at, grinning broadly for hours on end. Then, there's the chimney on the hob, which lights up with a switch...Baby D smiles at it like it's the lights on the Eiffel tower :) Speaking of Eiffel tower, he's managed to break it, the magnet that is - his restraining order near the refrigerator not withstanding.
On the dining table, Baby D finds plenty to destroy - the cutlery stand, the table mats, the casserole that holds the rotis, the fruit bowl, the jugs are all fair game. And Baby D yesterday, "read" his first newspaper. Before Mommy D could gauge his intentions and intercept him, he had eaten the "M" in "Times Of India". It disappeared within a matter of seconds and we could find no traces of the "M" in his mouth. Mommy D only wishes he had eaten something classier!
Nap times are not as peaceful as they used to be. Baby D remains active even when asleep working his legs up and down ever so often. As his kicks get more vigorous, the days of his cradle are numbered. We need to find a cot before he manages to dislodge the pin that locks the cradle steady in its place!
Baby D's fascination for the mirror is well documented, but what pleases him now is not just the Baby in the mirror, who is old news. No, he destroys and tries to eat whatever stands on the dressing table - the water bottle, the moisturiser jar. Mommy D very much fears he may have had a lick of the honey and almond.
Diaper changes and outfit changes, have been challenging for a while, but now they have turned into outright wrestling matches! Baby D shows no chivalry for the ladies, but rolls over, pushes himself up and tries his best to scoot away. When recovered and brought back to his changing mat, he wastes no time in rolling away immediately. It's like having spent the first six months of his life on his back, Baby D is not going to stay that way one moment more than he needs to!
Exhausted, Mommy D looks around for things to fix that Baby D destroyed. She wonders what mayhem he'll cause, once he's actually able to move around. Baby D in a pensive mood, sucks on his thumb - not the one on his hand, his big toe.
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