First Day on 10th June.

Jason first day at Playschool .He loved it there. We actually had to drag me out of there. The mothers are supposed to be there with the kids for the first week. But his teacher said its OK if we don't come, cos he is no trouble.

My good boy :)

'Aaii Laavuu Yuuee'

That’s ‘I Love You’ in my son’s words. And the precious three words were said to me, while my sweet little baby was doing potty. Nice picture na ? Ok, he did not actually say it to me by himself, he repeated after me. And I know it wont be long when he means it and says it to me, and I am eagerly waiting for that day. But as of today I am really happy :)

In Other news ...

Jason waits up for hubby to be back from work and only then goes to sleep. And hubby has to sing a particular Malayalam lullaby so that Jason can sleep with out keeping his fingers in his mouth. The only words he could understand from the song are Chikku- his name, bababo-sleep and kann-eyes. So once hubby stops singing, Jason starts singing in his own words, but makes sure to include the three words he knew was there in the song. You should have been there to hear his song, it was so so sweet.
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Jason is very good at matching similar things. Like the other day, hubby was wearing a DELL T-shirt (he used to work in there), and both hubby and Jason were sitting in front of the laptop. All of a sudden he got very excited and started pointing at the laptop and then at hubby. That is when we realized that he is pointing at the DELL symbol which comes up on the screen at start-up and the DELL symbol stitched on hubby’s t-shirt.

Something similar happened again. Jason’s miniature animal’s are kept in a KFC’s bucket (right one in the pic). Some days back hubby got a Bucket Chicken from KFC (the left one), and seeing the box Jason was very eager to get hold of the box. We thought he wanted the chicken, and actually I was really happy that for the first time he was asking for something to eat (other than chocolates and juice). Then he comes running with his animal box and points excited at the picture on the KFC guy on the old one and then the same guy in the new box with wide eyes. It was as he discovered something precious.

I know it’s a simple thing but we were really happy about it.
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Jason takes his afternoon nap by laying on my lap. And when he is in deep sleep, I put him on the bed. But now-a-days, he wants us to sleep on his lap. He stretches out his legs and calls us ‘babom ba, babom ba’( come to sleep). So I/hubby lie down with our head on his tiny legs and after some playing around, he finally tries to get some sleep.
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I can proudly say that my son is 95% potty trained. He sleeps diaper-less every day. And he also does not use the feeding bottle anymore. Actually he stopped the bottle almost two months ago, but I forgot to mention about it.

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‘Peesh’ (Please) is something I love to hear from Jason’s mouth. And he says it so sweetly, with a puppy face and his head tilted, that you just cant say no to that kid. The other day, I heard him say 'Peesh ba' (please come) to something. When I went to see whom he is talking to, he was politely asking his toy car to come to him. Maybe he thought, he can make the car come to him by itself with his ‘Peesh’
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Jason loves Pooh Bear, and he has them pasted or hanging in almost all our rooms. On the fridge, cupboard, his bike, and the small plastic ones. He calls them 'Pooba’. He says hi, bye and goodnight to them

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Jason will be starting his play school on 10th June. Its just one hour for one week, two hours for the second. Then from third week onwards it will be three hours. We (mother and son) have already done the shopping. Got a cute little, red spider-man bag, got more than required number of t-shirts and shorts, a sipper and a snack-box. I think I am the most excited about him going to play school. After I dressed him up, put on bag-pack, shoes and everything, he looked like a bog boy all set to conquer the world. Hubby and myself were actually sad and happy at the same time. I mean, Jason is growing up, and he is not going to remain our chubby baby for ever.

**sniff sniff**

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We also have a visitor who , I think are going to stay here for some time. They have comfortably occupied the window sill in out study room. And of course they planning on having a family. So after seeing this (pic) view, I did not want to shoo them away.

I am a proud Mother :)

Yesterday The Thirumeni (The Head Priest) came for lunch at our neighbor Koshy Uncle's house, and we were also invited. Since Hubby could not make it, it was me and Jason. And I am so proud to say that Jason was at his best of best behavior. He was sitting on Thirumeni’s lap without any fuss. He took snaps with them. And during the prayer, he was standing attentively next to Thirumeni with his hands folded . He was such a sweet child. And I got the best compliment of my life. And that too someone whom we worship. Thirumeni said that the credit goes to the parents and that we are doing a good job. I was in seventh heaven, cloud nine or anywhere in that level. What else could any parent want to hear?

I just wanted to put this on record, cos this doesn't happen everyday. The Thirumeni’s visit and my son behaving so well :)


My sweetheart having fun with his dad.

Mother's day post...

**I know its a late one. Actually I wrote this yesterday, but due to Internet connection problem could not publish **

Just some thoughts on the occasion of Mother's day.

Mothers day came, and went. Left me thinking, am I a good mother?

The newspapers, television etc were filled with Mother's day articles. About how famous mothers juggled their time and effort to balance their family and professional life. There were articles about famous kids and about how their mother supported them in every way etc.

There are n number of times, when I have sat and cried by myself, times like, when he falls sick frequently, when he was not eating properly, or when he is not behaving properly. Even for silly reasons like, when he slaps me, or when he prefers to hug and kiss his dad instead of me. Then recent time when I felt sad was, when I knew that his blood group is same as his dad. I know it is really stupid of me to feel sad for something like this. But I just cant help it. I love that kid like anything and want him to favour me more. After all I have known him nine months more than anyone else in this world. Sounds selfish and greedy... ? I think I am loosing it... its the heat which is making my brain melt.

There are also times when I feel I am the proudest and happiest mom. Like when he runs to toilet, shaking his sweet little bum, crying out, "ba ba aappy aappy (come come, potty potty)", when he wants to poop. Or when he wants to pee, he tries to pull down his shorts and cries "shu-shu". Simple actions like when he wipes his leg on the mat, when he comes out of the bathroom, or when he says "Monne... (Good morning)", most of days when he wakes up. And also when sometimes when he is eating something, he offers it to me even without me asking him. Those moments are so so special. I could just freeze them. The times when he kisses me with all the love he has for me, just after I have scolded him for doing something. I go all squishy squishy.

Just yesterday, after church we went for breakfast, at a south Indian restaurant. I was feeding him Dosa, dipped in sambar. After a couple of bites he wanted to do it by himself. So he tears a piece and dips it in the sambar and puts it in his mouth. We were so proud of him. Hubby gave him a thumbs-up sigh, to encourage him. He continues eating and gives a thumb-ups himself. I know there may be kids who did this when they were much younger than him. Frankly, I don't care. I care about my son and how he is learning new stuff and how he is growing up.

Well, yesterday after reading the newspapers, i just felt that instead of getting a mother's day gift, i would like to do something for my son. Who gave me the honor of being his Mother. I want to give him a fitter Mother. So that I would be able to run and jump around with him. Be for him, all healthy and fit even when he is a grown up. Be fit for his children. I was all pumped up, and also started working on a regime. I made up my mind to exercise and eat healthy from the next day, as we had a dinner plans with a couple celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary that evening. Had a lovely dinner and then went to this newly opened ice-cream parlour. I could have said no for the ice-cream. All the pumping and regime just flew out of the window. I had a big bowl of 'Butterscotch Symphony'. I could not finish it. Couldn't throw it away, so got it home and had it today.

Let me end the post, with a promise that I going to start exercising from tomorrow (I hope that tomorrow comes). Please pray for me, so that I can stick to my promise, and motivate my self to loose the 15kg I have gained after my marriage.

Yes, I look like a sack of potatoes. I have to do it.. I have to do it...I have to..
**That's me talking to myself**

p.s: After reading the post, i just realized that non of what i just wrote makes any sense. Anyhow publishing it. At least it may give u a good laugh after a hard day's work :)