Saturday, June 12, 2010

Solah, Satra, Satra, Solah, Mil Jaayen Naina

Warning: This is going to be a very disjointed post. But a mom's got to do what a mom got to do.

Dear Arhaan, you are today sixteen and a half months old. Lest you turn seventeen before I start working on the Month Sixteen Letter, lets start jotting down the highlights from the month past. Considering yesterday afternoon you very successfully deleted your pics from the camera I should make some attempt of archiving the highs and the lows.

We have been in Melbourne for the past fortnight. We now realise that there is a severe draw back to your being such a "frequent flyer", the plane has become a second home and you refuse to be intimidated into staying in the bassinet. What me buckle up? When I can gambol up and down the aisle meeting mah people? Handshakes all around!
Your desi DNA has surfaced and how. You believe that the only criterion while employing female cabin staff is that they should fawn over you. I died a million deaths as you summoned them each time someone deemed breaking eye contact with you. You pretty lady, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Missss, Im tired, what happened to that hand massage?

That slight gender confusion about your mother and father is a thing of the past. your dad was getting a tad nervous about being refered to as Mama for the fifteenth time. You had no such problems identifying and enunciating Car. Ditto Ball.

We have identified the five laughs of Arhaan. I think there was a movie where the guy lists out the different smiles or was it laughs of his loved one and I had moaned How Lame. Well I was wrong. You do have distinct laughs for the various moods you are going through. We are particularly fond of the fake laugh you have everytime your parents choose to hug. It is sooo artifical, and high pitched we are still wondering where you picked it up from. A-ha-ha and you leave whatever you have been doing to be part of a group hug. You are our own Censor Board. Remember Paresh Rawal saying " Sayaam", that is you. At this rate I have to channel Mother Mary or Kunti to give you a sibling.

Speaking of siblings we met Pesho this month. You were quite taken by her, she less so. It was a very emotional evening for me. Bus Beti Khush Rahey Jaha Bhee Ho.

There are also the five different Songs of Arhaan. the lulling himself to sleep song, the Im Poopin Poopin Poopin Song, the Im so Happy Song as I take you for a ride in your stroller, the I dont know the Words but I know how the Alphabet Song Goes song (you have totally aced the Gs and Ms though)and there is the angry song. You sing it when you are cross about the seat belt, the child restraint in the stroller or generally not having your way. I cant understand what exactly you are saying but judging by your mood the words go somewhere along the lines Old Age Home Old Age Home.

You have successfuly learnt to stretch your arms and say Theeees Much when I ask you How Much Do You Love Me. And it took only one try. You have not been so good in learning to say "Can You Repeat the Question" when someone asks you How Much You Love Baba. But Hope Springs Eternal.

You have *touch wood* picked up the love of the printed word from me. It warms the cockles of my heart when I see you reading even when the TV is blaring in the background. You also give me a guilt trip when I wake up (having nodded off trying to put you to sleep before Ive read you your bedtime story) and you are reading your bed time book to yourself. Its interesting to see you making up your own words to the story. Da dey, here it is, da, da and Theees Much (stretching your hands) Bye Bye. I wish the books continue to fascinate you as much when you learn to read the pages!!

I am also happy that you have inherited my "nerves of steel" and guts to match and are very happy on the swings daring us to swing you higher. Oh the times we will have exploring all the Extreme Rides and bungee jumping. My happiest moment this month was when you and me were swinging side by side (Dear Child Services, Arhaan was strapped in all this while)

As you have decided to delete the pics from the last couple of days, I will post this month's " photo is my motto" update later.

Stay happy,
Aneela

7 comments:

  1. So it would be fair to assume that Pesho is not singing "Agle baras bhej bhaiyya ko babul" plaintively?

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  2. not even that the siblings are heading up for a major Jaidad (of stuffed toys) ka Batwara in the coming months.

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  3. I have to hop across the border to Chez Aneela very very soon, before Arhaan becomes theeeees beeg!

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  4. LOL!! shoo cute!!Arhaan,the handful:D
    I meant to ask you,how was Pesho-milaap?

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  5. Aw that "thees beeg"is so cute , I had to delurk !

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  6. Oh thank god so Nikki is not the only one with the gender confusion. The Papa Man is a shadow of his former self ever since he was repeatedly referred to as Mamma in a crowded mall. More so because the other person accompanying him was his beefy looking cousin and not me :) Hey btw did you get my mail? Hope I didn't get the id wrong.

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  7. dipali: and we will give you a beeeg hug. please make the crossing now.

    Trish: Oh it was no Ram-Bharat milaap after all. Pesho was in no mood to pass on the gaddi. I guess Arhaan should have left his slippers.

    Eve's lungs: Please dont be a stranger and continue visiting.

    NMOTB: Oh is there Pathan blood in your family as well. Aksar yeh confusion hamarey saath hota hai.

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