Tagged again..

K3 tagged me to do this tag – present 6 quirky things.
So I thought thought and thought. And the outcome, I have more than 6. Don't worry I wont scare you away, I will just write 6 of them.

These are the rules:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog (here they are!)
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

OK... so here they are..

1. If I am alone in a room, and seriously thinking about anything, You will find me walking in circles.
I know dogs do that before peeing :P

2. I have to drink water as soon as I take bath.
Really quirky na?

3. I just hate to sleep in the afternoon.
No, I am not crazy. I fight with hubby when he sleeps on Sunday and Saturday afternoons.

4. I hate cooking, specially the routine rice, curry, thoran, sambar etc.
Wish I could change the kitchen into a gym or playroom or anything other than a kitchen will do.

5. I don't like to have dinner.
Not that I am on a diet or anything. One look at me, and you can be sure, Diets never work for me.Maybe because I stuff myself with all craps before dinner. :0

6.I use most of my face scrub on my feet.
But sadly its not working out as I wished.

That's it...So what do you think of me now???

p.s: Even with all this weirdness I am good girl.. so please do come and visit me again..

Now lets see who else is a Weirdo oops.. good girl/boy like me...

What say Jonny's Mommy, Ladybird, Romila, Shellie, Swayam, De-Scribe.

So... enjoy..

Thank you God.

On Saturday evening we had actually planned to go to the park with Jason. But by the time everyone woke up from their afternoon slumber, it was already 5.30pm. After tea, and feeding Jason it was almost 6.30pm. That is when we remembered that there was a prayer meeting at a house near us. This prayer group consists of families from different churches, all staying in our locality. So we get-together for a prayer meeting monthly.

Since the Father who was suppose to give the speech, could not reach on time, one of the members there wanted to share his thoughts with us. He started with a question, 'How many of you like Sundays?' Obviously there was unanimous 'Yes'. 'What if the next day was also Sunday?', Majority of us answered 'Yes'. 'What if Tuesday is also a Sunday?'. Now that will be boring. So cutting out rest of the question-answers, the moral of the story was...

If we are happy always, after some time, we will get bored. So we need to have sad and tough days also, so that we can feel the happiness of the good days. And why do we have sad and tough times? So that we pray to God. Call Him to help us and to guide us.

It does not matter which God, its the trust and confidence we have in Him. I know, whatever I have today is His blessing. My parents, who have always supported me, and have been there for me. My sis, she is a nice girl, even though we still fight a lot. My dearest Hubby, who I don't deserve at all. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. He is a very good friend, husband and father. In all, he is a lovely person. My darling son, the apple of my eye, the reason to live. Every time, he smiles or laughs or does something funny, I thank God for this wonderful gift. Every time he is sad or crying in pain, I pray for him, for the pain to go away, and so that my baby is happy and smiling again.

From last two days, Jason has a bad cold and is also coughing a lot. He will happily play around when he is awake. But when he goes to sleep, his nose gets all blocked. And since he sucks his fingers while sleeping, the blocked nose wont let him. Poor thing, he woke up every now and then and cried. He was sleepy, coughing and crying, all at the same time. I just cant see him crying like that. I hope he gets well soon...

p.s: BTW, we did make it to the park on Sunday, but by then Jason had already got fever. And the park was dirty and crowded with people. Not just kids, but walkers, joggers, old people, couples canoodling under the bushes, and poor people who did not have any other place to go. Will have to find some other good park to take Jason.

Jason at 16 Months...

- Is a naughty but a happy bundle of joy to be with.

- Is only 9.6 kg. I wish he was at least 10.5 kg. People who see us together must be thinking
that I am eating his share also. But his doc says, he is healthy and not to worry about his weight. Maybe I should not.
- Has six teeth and a couple of days back a pre-molar has started popping out.
- Is a little fussy about food, but otherwise a not-so-cranky child.
- Whenever he sees the Bible, he kisses it and keeps it to his chest, mumbles something to show that he is praying. Sweet na?? He also tries to make the sigh of cross, which looks like he is scratching his stomach.
- When we ask him, Chikku Yeshappacha Endiye?, "Where is Jesus Christ?". He looks at the
picture of Jesus, keeps both his hands on his chest and starts praying.
- When he sees he Dad all ready to go to office, he is at the door to see-off he Dad with a big Muah.
- Can say, tha 'give', inna 'take', mama, pappa, bow-bow 'for a puppy, crow or a baby'. Best one
is, he calls me 'gigi'. My name you see...
- He can give a hi-five, flying-kiss, hand-shake and 'ta-ta' when we ask him. And does so happily.
- He mimics his Dad a lot, specially when he brushes his teeth, or combs his hair, or puts on his
shoes.
- He loves his books. And the love increases specially when I stack it back in its box, thinking that he wont be needing it.
- When he is sad or irritated, normally when we stop him from doing something, which actually he should not be, he crawls to the wall, or the door, covers his eyes with his hand and start crying. And if he is angry at us, he hits, bites and gives a head-butt.
- If the door is open, he has to go out, climb the stairs, knock at his friend Udaya's house. but if no one opens within a couple of minutes, his next destination is the terrace. He loves to go there
and pay with Udaya and his bro Hrudya. The love between Jason and Udaya cannot be left
un-noticed. They hug and kiss each other whenever they get a chance. He loves to play
Ring-O-Ring-O-Roses with them, and actually sits at the 'down' part.
- He loves to hear Twinkle Twinkle, and Jonny, Jonny. He opens his mouth wide and laughs when the 'HA HA HA' part comes.

So presenting my Darling Son...

The cap hides his bald-ness, so I don't mind putting up this snap. And I think he looks cute in this snap. He actually loves sitting like that with his legs stretched out

Never Again...

Never again am I going to take Jason to his doc, BY MYSELF. Specially for his vaccination.
Two vaccinations, one of which was supposed to be taken last month were pending. And we got the appointment for 6pm yesterday. At the last vaccination, he pooped on his dad’s lap. Not his fault, the nurse who gave the injection was not doing it properly, so it pained more than it was suppose to. So this time, I packed up his diapers, wipes too, and also two different types of biscuits, and tender coconut water in his sipper for him to drink.

We reached there at around 5.45pm. Our file was ready, and we were supposed to be called in next 10mins for his routine checkup. We were called at 7.15pm. One and half hours after we reached there. And i could say that, during this 90mins, my son was a very obedient and disciplined child, IF

- he had NOT tried to pull the blinking lights of the shoes of this other kid, and in the process
pushed the kid. This was the reason we did not get his shoes with colorful blinking lights on them. Cos we knew he would be busy trying to pull out the lights instead of wearing them.

- he had NOT tried to snatch the rattle from a five month old baby girl. He has the same one at
home, but he wont play with it. He plays with only his cars and blocks to show that he is not a
baby any more. But where was his standards at the hospital?

- he had NOT screamed his lungs out, when he could not pull out the wooden letters spelled
“children’s hospital”, which was pasted at the counter.

- he had NOT screamed AGAIN when I stopped him from opening the dustbin, and examining the contents inside.

- he had NOT wanted to run to door, and try to climb down the stairs, every time I got a seat to
sit. The place was so crowded, there was no place at all. And I was really tired running around
this guy.

- he had NOT screamed (yes AGAIN) when I tried to stop him from stealing the sandals, left by
the patients who were inside the doctor’s room.

-he had NOT wanted to strangulate another kid with his “Muah”. Jason wanted to kiss while that other kid was scared to death.

- he had NOT wanted to get down from my lap, and get hold of the doc’s stethoscope or the pen or go to the weighing machine and operate on it.

-he had NOT, bitten, head butted or pulled the hair of an already irritated and angry Mom,
whenever she stopped him from doing any of the above mischief .

So after coming out of the docs room, we went to the vaccination room. Before the vaccination, I
was suppose to get the medicines from the ground floor. Any one can imagine my state, with a
toddler on my hip, trying to pull out money from my bag, while the prescription and bills come
flying out. I wonder how, and that is when I see a small hand inside my bag. But the major shock was when I was told how much I had to pay for the vaccination, 1500/-. It was more than I
expected.

Anyhow, I was expecting the worse during the injections. The kid who went before Jason, had to be held down by his Dad, Mom, Nurse 1. Since that was not working out, they had to call the
attender too, to hold that kid. I was really scared, as I was alone and even though hubby said he
would try to come to the hospital directly, he could not make it. So when our chance came, I put
Jason down, gave the injection and medicines to Nurse 2. When I bent to pick him, as usual he was near the dustbin.

Anyhow, Nurse1 and myself held Jason down, and Nurse 2 prepared the vaccinations. I prayed, that it did not hurt hum much, and he did not cry. And if he cries, Mamma too cries along with him. I was more worried about the pain, than about how I am going to handle him.

The first injection went unnoticed by Jason. I know!!!! Amazing, he just cringed a little that’s it. No cries. Good!!!The second one was on the other thigh. It must have pained, cos he cried, but very little, no tears.
Good... very Good!!!

My sweetheart... such a brave boy. I bought him a diary milk, but he did not want any. He had not slept the whole afternoon. So on our way back he slept on my shoulder.

At night, as I sat looking at my sleeping son, all I could think of, was how irritated and patient-less I was with him. All he wanted to do was to run around and explore his surrounding.
Obviously I cannot expect him to sit on a chair and read readers-digest or an encyclopedia. He is just a 15 month old baby. If I cannot handle him now, how will I do it later. I should actually
learn from him. He was so brave and a good boy. He did not create any chaos as the other kids. He just wanted to be free.

So next time, I go out with him, I just have to be prepared, organized and be patient.

p.s: I tought of putting up a picture of Jason, but no pics till his hair has grown completely.
Also wanted to say that, we finalized on the house. That is, on the 9th of June, we finshed the registration and all the paper-work. And we are proud owners of a 3-bedroom appartment. Now all we have to do is wait for the family residing there to vacate. Which they will do at the end of July, and after some work which has to be done there, we would be shifting to our new house by Mid-September. Good na :)

Just thinking.

Hello to all out there in the blogosphere,

I know, I have been very irregular on my blog. Even if my posts are few, I try to keep up with whats happening in other good blogs. And when yesterday, I read a wonderful comment left by Jonny’s mommy, I was very touched. I just felt wonderful. It is a big boost for me. Please read what this nice lady had written.

All of you must be wondering, why am I so excited. Well, this is the best comment I have ever got on my blog. Its like getting a appraisal on your job at the first month itself. So I just wanted to record and save it. Do I hear someone screaming "SHOW-OFF ! ! ! ! !".

So anyways, this made me think of all the reason’s why I don’t blog enough. Let me see...

1. Firstly, because I am a little lazy. I mean, I am more of a TV person than an Internet person. So whenever I get a little Jason-free time, I try to catch some movie or see the reruns of my favorite serial, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and Desperate Housewife.

I am a die hard FRIENDS fan, and can watch it n number of times.I actually know all the dialogs by heart. I love Joey, and his How you doin???? I think I can write a post on them later.

2. Secondly, there is nothing much exciting and interesting happening in our life. Other than what Jason is upto and now stuff about our new house, there is nothing much. We don’t know many people here, nor do we have much friends around, as we moved here a year ago. And we actually have not socialised much. I mean, with my Father-in-law’s death and with hubby’s hectic job timings, and all the shuttling we had to do between here and native, we did’nt have much time to socialise or have fun. Now hubby has a 8am to 7pm job, gets Saturday’s and Sunday’s off, but those are the days, we do our weekly shopping and catching up on our lost sleep. We have not even been able to take Jason to a park till now. So you see, there is nothing much to write about.

3. Thirdly and the most important is, that my writing skills are not that good.

That you may have noticed, right?
I am not witty and funny, and cannot play with words. I know English, but not good enough to write. I do read a lot of books though, mostly fictional and romance. I love Sidney Sheldon and Jeffry Archer and many more authors whose name I don't remember at present. But when it comes to writing something interesting, I am lost for words. Words which has more depth or is heavy to digest type.

BTW, is anyone able to understand what I am trying to say????

Actually I have lost touch with my good English, which was really good when I was working for an MNC in Bangalore. I had to deal with US citzens, so we were trained to improve our English and the accent. But after comming to Chennai, its just the occasional, you are cammingg aa??? (are you comming) or you are gaingg aa??? (are you going?) or ok vaa??? (ok?) No offence but very few people speak proper English here. And at home too, we speak Malayalam, our mother-tongue. So other than when my friends call up, or when I don't get the exact words in Malayalam when fighting with hubby, I speak very less English.

So there I am, confessing...

I don't know how to end this post, so all I can say is, maybe when I get a job (hopefully in a good company), I will start speaking good English again. And then I may be able to write good stuff which you guys may like, and would be willing to come back to this poor little sweet girls blog again....

:)