HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)

So... My baby turned three last Friday. Its been three years since this cute-little-naughty-pie filled our life with happiness and joy. I just cant even remember how my life was before Jason happened.


He is such a naughty fellow now. Has a mind of his own, and will do only want he wants to, even though poor mama will be screaming her head off at the other end of the room. I think he working very hard on getting the 'horrible three' badge after he successfully crossed the 'terrible two' stage.


I love my baby more than anything else in this whole world. I love him from the morning when he smiles and says 'goo-moning' while reaching for his milk-cup, to the night where he asks me to sing a butterfly song, and sleeps off hugging me and listening to my made-up song. There has been times when I have cried thinking that he will be off to collage after twenty years, and there also has been times when i have cried when he does not have dinner, or throws things around. There has been times when I have been happy thinking that he is going to grow up to be very good human being and make some lucky girl very happy. And just yesterday I cried happily when he hugged me and said 'lau you amma'. It just wont matter how old your child gets, or if we have to struggle through the horrible-threes or the fearsome-fours phase, we just love them.


I am so so blessed to have you sweetheart. May God Bless you and protect you always.


We wanted to make it a happy day for him, as he knows the birthday concept. He did have a blast. He enjoyed himself more than anyone else. Here are some pics from his birthday...

We took him aft school to pizza-corner. He did not eat much though, but had fun at the ball-pit.

That's the Birthday boy, all ready and waiting for his friends to come. There were around 13 of them.

The yummy birthday cake..

Was all ready to attack the cake...

Its chocolate or cake in his mouth...

With his friends having cake and snacks..

Everyone enjoyed a lot.... It was nice to watch them.

The King with all the gifts he got.

It was a nice day. The best and the most important part was Jason was happy. He deserves to be, he is a very nice kid, though at times he can drive his mama crazy.....no.. thats for another post.

Past four Months...

...has been a new experience for me. As soon as Jason started his play school, I too got a job. A pre-school teacher. I took it up, as the timing was good, and I could be home when Jason is back from his school. The pay was not even enough for the transportation. But I went, cos I did not want to sit at home all day. And once I started going, I loved my work. It was fulfilling to work with children. Mine were aged 2.6 to 4 years. After the initial settling down period, we bonded well.I loved decorating the class and all the other craft things. I used to search the web for innovative ways to teach the kids any new concept. We had to go through training also, as most of us were in-experience in this field. And due to that most of the days I came back home only by 5pm. Even though my MIL is at home, she used to get very tired by the time I reach home.

Jason is now very naughty and is on constant move. so she was having a hard time running after him. And recently, about a couple of weeks back, she fell down, and is advised complete bed rest at least for a month. So I am on leave for a month. I miss the school and the kids there, but cant help it. I am not regretting staying at home, cos I have got time in my hand, and I am able to take care of the house as well as Jason, better than I was during the past four months.
So that was me...

Jason meanwhile is loving his school, and is always ready before time itself. Eating for him is still an issue. He has started talking more now. And that too lots of English. But at present he is down with viral fever, cough and cold, and has not being going to school for a week. Doc has assured he will be fine in a couple of days...

Here are some snaps on what Jason has been up to...

Onam special.

All dressed up for his Vidhya Aarumbham

Writing for the first time on rice with Chitra (singer), and later giving dakshina.

With grandpa, and his gift...

At Mama's school, the one in green stripes. (Click on the pic to enlarge it).

Here, the one in blue, trying eat other kid's snacks.

:)

'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.

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 :)

A much needed update on my son.

Its been really tough the past few weeks. With MIL in kerala, my maid playing hide-n-seek and turning up only only once in a blue moon, Jason being true to the TERRIBLE TWOism and hubby working late, I nearly end up pulling my hair out by the end of the day. It sounds like fun rite???

The only time I get to do my stuff is when he sleeps. But I also have to prepare dinner and take my bath too... so blogging has been taking a back seat.

Now, since the blog is all about my son, let me update it with what my son has been up to.

Okey.. let me start with the trip we took to Yercard aka 'Poor Man's Ooty'. Its was a very lovely trip, with hubby's ex-colleges and family. The weather was lovely and we actually used a blanket at night. It was that cool. The drive was wonderful and the view was really good. I have the pictures here. There was only one more kid, Mrudula, other than Jason. And he bullied that poor little girl. By the end of the trip, she was scared to even come near Jason.

Jason was down with fever a week back, but still has cold and cough.Hopefully he will get well in a couple of days.At the docs, we checked his height and weight. Its 12kg and 91cm. He is supposed to be 12.5kgs and 84cm tall. I guess its fine.

Jason is trying to talk better now, but still he doesn't speak in full sentences. Only Malayalam words, most of which no one other than me and hubby can understand.

In the evenings we go to the terrace and he loves to play with the other kids there. And since its summer holidays, there are couple of dozens of them there. we spend more than a hour there. There will be other Mom's too, walking, chatting or just there to catch some cool breeze after a very hot day, so I have company too.

Jason can identify colors, like red, blue green and yellow. But only on the flash cards though. And he has a set of toy animals which he loves. He knows which is the lion, tiger, zebra, hippo and rhino. He tries to repeat ABCD after us, but cant pronounce F,G,H.. He is good with the ones that end with and 'eee', like BCDEG.. When it comes to nums he is still stuck to his, two and thee.

He can identify our car anywhere. The day when hubby came to pick us up at the railway station, our car was parked to a one which is the exact model and the same color as ours. Jason went directly to our car, and was trying to get inside it.

He loves cashew nuts and pistachios. He loves to crack open the pistachios by himself. He is still crazy about cheese. But he is very very fuzzy when it comes to eating food. I am just not able to make out what he likes. I surely cant feed him cheese four times a day :o

Even with all this mischief he is the sweetest little darling in this whole world, and I am crazy about that little guy. He knows how to make his mama happy, when she is really depressed and tired. His sweet hug and the wet kisses that he plants on my face just evaporates away all my tiredness.


There is a lot more about him, but not able to recollect, will post later.

Here are some snaps of my baby, who is really tired of being at home the whole day, due to the scorching heat.

You can either be a good boy, and help Mama,

By rolling out dough on the floor with rolling pin,

Or be happy playing Ball,

Or sit on the ball and talk to the wall :)

Or watch your fave rhymes on laptop.

But if that is not fun,

Then try getting into the laundry basket,

Or any box will do.

Or else help mama in kitchen by pulling out everything from the cupboard.

:):):)

p.s: Thanks Monika (Ansh's Mom)and Abha and Monika (Ojas's Mom) for tagging me. Will do it soon :)

Home Sweet Home.

We were in my native for the past 10 days, for my Father-in-law’s 2nd death-anniversary prayer service. Hubby was back on the same day, we stayed back for a week, so that we can go and visit my grandmother, my dad’s side one. Actually no one there has seen Jason and this was our chance to go there. The place called Nilambur is almost at the other end of Kerala, and I don’t know the way. So since my parents were there in Kerala ( they were there to check on the house they are building), we went along with them. The journey was tiring, with the climate so hot and humid. We had to change two trains. After reaching that place we had a good time, with all my cousins ( some of them whom I have not seen for 7-8 years) turning up to see Jason. Well he was the star there. And he did have fun with so many big brothers and sisters to play with.

My only disappointment was that everyone kept complaining that Jason is very thin, and that I am not feeding him properly. I got fed up of everyone comparing Jason and Abel ( my another cousins son, 2.8 years old). I used to call up hubby and literally cry about it. And he would scold me, saying that Jason is healthy and active, so we don’t have to worry about anything.

Well now we are back in Chennai, and I love it here. My house, my family, my life with the two people I love and care for the most. Its such a relief to be back home. Now a days, I just don’t like staying anywhere for more than 3-4 days. I would be dying to come back home, specially if hubby is at home all alone. Now all I have to do is clean up the hurricane hit house of mine :)

Meanwhile Jason has been growing up and sticking to the "Terrible Twos" term. He is naughty, stubborn and wont listen to me at all. Its like he was holding all this unwanted qualities and it all just erupted as soon as he turned two. So it’s a little tough with him.

Just yesterday, there was loads and loads of clothes to folded and kept at its respective places. And somehow I finished it. Just left the room for a minute. And what do I see? All the clothes scattered on the floor. Grrrrr..

But my son does some cute stuff also. Like in kerala, Abel was searching for is Amma (Mom), so Jason points at me and says "Amma amma...", as in ‘look there is amma, don’t worry’. It made me very happy cos, he does not call me Amma/Mummy/Mamma, he calls me by my name.

There are many more episodes like this I want to write about. Would collect it and post it next time. This one is long enough to bore you guys.

So as always, leaving you with some snaps...

That’s Abel with Jason.

With cousins at my Mom’s side.

Cousins from Dad’s side. Its too hot to wear clothes :)

At home, clutching papa’s bible and praying. May be for a cheese rain. He is that crazy about cheese. The other day we were at the super market, he saw the box of cheese cubes, opened up the box and started eating one.

Don’t they know how to embarrass their mothers :o

Why do we fall sick..

And its worst if everyone in the family joins in. I take the lead this time, with my sinus acting up and a very painful throat infection as a bonus. After 3-4 days of sedative antibiotics and painkillers I though the worst was over. But it was just round the corner. My baby fell sick.

It started with slight fever, which within a couple of days became a high fever, with diarrhea, cold and cough. For whole 10 days he did not eat anything solid. Just little milk or water. We were really worried and scared for him. We even asked the doc to admit him and give him drips as he was very weak. But the doc was cool about it and kept on say he will fine within a week, and he would start eating then. He weighed 11.6 kgs and was 89 cm tall (actually he should be 12kg, and 84 cm tall), luckily he did not loose much when we took him last time. That was a relief. Did some test, and every thing looked normal, except his Hb count, 10 which actually should be between 13-17 for boys. Have to take him for check up once again today. He is quite Ok now, and is also active and jumping around. Just have to make him eat, and get him back to being a little chubby.

While my baby was sick, his dad decided to join him with his tonsils giving him trouble and being down with fever for a couple of days. Actually when I think of it now, in the past 3-4 weeks, I have taken myself, Jason, hubby and my Mil to the hospital. Phew!! Yes, my Mil too was not well due to cough, and breathing issues.

So in short it was a sick month. So sick that on my birthday (while everyone celebrated Women's day) I cried. Not for turning thirty but for Jason being so sick that be didn't even have the energy to cry. Seeing my baby like that was the worst thing to happen on my birthday. And to top it all we had a prayer meeting consisting of 70-80 families scheduled on the 8th. Since this was planned a month ago we could not cancel it. So amidst all this sickness and problems we had to make preparations for the prayer meeting. The chairs, food and all were ordered in. Had the maid clean up the house and somehow managed to get everything done.

The though which hit me on that night was, being my birthday, I was not happy even for a single minute other than when Jason said "Appy Bood (Happy bday)" and kissed me. I cried that night cos, we made sure everyone had to their stomach full, while I could not make my son eat a single morsel of food...

I know sad-ending post sucks... so here is to lighten up every one's mood.

Presenting My son, according to whom sitting on the floor is so low!!!

So he finds a perfect place to sit, in the dining room cupboard..

On not one but on top of seven chairs.. wow... what a view !!

This pic was taken a day after the prayer meeting. He wants to smile for the camera but does not have the strength to.

The coffee table is the best place to take a nap...isn't it?

On the basket, which acts as the stepping stone to...

The dressing table...Muah!!!!!

p.s: My Mil is gone to kerala so I am all alone with Jason and hubby. Lets see how it turns out. I BTW have post some of Jason's birthday pics here.

Can't Decide...

..about what title to give for this post. Cos There is nothing specific I want to blog about. Just some stuff..

Like.. something which is actually scaring the hell out of me. I will be 30 next month. THIRTY.... Its like half of my life is finished ( assuming I wont be tragically dead before 60). So many things come to a halt... ok not halt but at least to a pause at this age. I cant be referred to be in 'late twenties' any more. I will be counted in the list of aunties from then onwards. I cant apply to any bank or government jobs anymore, as the age limit is 30. I have to be more careful now if I have to have a second child ( There is a post or at least a paragraph coming up on this topic later). Ohh... how I wish I could stay in my twenties for some more time.

If there is a die-hard F.R.I.E.N.D.S fan like me, you can recall the episode where they celebrate Rachel's 30th birthday, and in between Joey starts crying and asks God, "Why us God.. why??" I am in the same place right now. Though I am happy about the gifts I would be getting form my hubby ( ok.. that was for my hubby to read ;) just a reminder...dear,you have still got a month to buy them) and all the phone calls from friends and family, I don't want to be 30. I don't want to be OLD ...

Now about the next child... what should be the ideal difference between two children? I am confused. Me and my sis, we are five years apart. I don't remember a single day when we did not fight. And we are not that close, as in telling our dark secrets and stuff. I wish we were. But I have been away for my engg and then she went for her nursing and then I went off to work and later got married. So we never got together to do some fun stuff. And neither do I see it happening in the near future. So that's my case. I feel five or four years is too much. Is three ok? That was what me and hubby were thinking of. Cos neighbours and family have already started asking about 'the next one'. Well, anyhow I have to get a job first, only then I can afford to get pregs...

ok.. let me change the subject.. to a very cute topic. My sweetheart is going to be TWO in 9 more days. Ohhh.. he is growing up so quick. And everyday is a new day with him. He does new actions, or mimics us or any of the other tactics he does. Its really fun to watch him. He understands almost everything we say to him, but wont obey them tough. He loves to go out. Loves unscrewing all the nuts and wires of his cycle more than riding it. Loves all the loud and fast, hip-hop type songs, dances to it. Everything is a mike for him, holds it like one and goes around the house singing in his own words. He not yet potty-trained though. Sometimes he goes to the bathroom door and calls out to us to do su-su. Other times he does it in his shorts itself. Diapers are used only at night now. Hope fully he would be trained by the time he goes to playschool.

There is so much more to write about him. Will save it for his Birthday Post.

And in between I somehow squeezed in time to watch Slumdog Millionaire and Gajini. The former in a DVD, and Gajini, in bits and parts from the Internet. Slumdog was ok, loved the songs though. I liked Gajini a lot. Asin was wonderful and beautiful. And I am big fan of Aamir, so there is no words which actually suits him. He is more that incredible.

P.S: Had to delete the previous post. Did not want to sued by those guys :)

Why shouldn’t I?

Why shouldn’t I brag about my son? I can right?

SO here I go..

Well I had blogged about how Jason loves to write (scribble) with pen or pencil. He knows which end of the pen/pencil he must hold. But what amazes us is that no one taught him how to hold the pen/pencil. He did it by himself. And he holds it correctly with the thumb, index finger and the middle finger. That is one thing.

Now, every (ok, not every but most of them) child when wears slippers for the first time, they tend to put the left foot in right slippers and vice verse, right? In our building, there are kids who at the age of 3 get it wrong. But we just had to show Jason once and every time he wears them he gets it right :).I just hope he grasp thing this fast later also.

The other day he was holding a shampoo sachet, upside down and looking at it. After a couple of seconds later, he turned it. He knew somehow that he was not holding it right. Even his books or any other magazine, he will hold them correctly, always.

In the church, after the completion of the mass, we pray by ourselves for sometime. Jason keels down, with his palms together, eyes closed, and whispers something. Even if its just for a minute or so, he does it. I know he is not actually praying, but just seeing what he did, makes us so proud of him. And that’s one of the virtues we wanted him to have. Even at home, when we do our evening prayers, he would makes sure that I and my MIL have our head covered, and we each have our own Bible with us. And whenever he sees a Bible he kisses it, keeps it near his chest and does a prayer act. Ohhh... I just love my baby.. Muah.

He has been talking a lot more now, but not complete sentences. The words are not that clear though. Hope he speaks better by the time we celebrate his second birthday, which is only a month away. Wow.. He will be two. Its so hard to believe.

This pic was taken at the church picnic we went last week. He had the best time.
No, he is not singing, just saying something which sounded like," mee mee mee..."

In other news, My hand is getting better, but not completely recovered. We would be going to see a doc in a couple of days. And I also attended a couple of job interviews, but nothing worked, so I am still unemployed :(

One a happier note, I have been awarded the Proximidade_Blog_Award by Monika and K3. Thank you so much guys.

Ok..since almost everyone on my blogroll has received this award, I am not gonna pass this to anyone specific. So the award goes to everyone out there in the blogworld :)

I am back...

At last I am back, and with an almost healed hand. At present doing physiotherapy to get the movement back. Even though I cant lift heavy objects, I can pretty much do other light work.

It was a rough month. I could not do anything by myself, was totally dependent on others for every small thing. The worst part was, I could not lift Jason or hug him or play with him. Poor thing, he would look at my hand and with a sad face would say, booaa as in boo-boo. Luckily my cousin came to stay with us till hubby came for Christmas. Later hubby was there till my plaster came off. Jason was very lonely there, although he enjoyed roaming around in the backyard and playing in the sand, which he can never find in our apartment here.

My Sisters-in-law came home with their kids and for two days and it was a non stop chaos in the house. Five kids aged 14-12-9-5-almost2. Jason was the happiest there, with all his cousins trying to please him and cuddle him, got gifts from aunts and uncles. He ran around, jumped on his cousins, hit them, kissed them, even slept with them. The best part was the dancing which went on till midnight. It was a huge project to get him to bed. But the worst part was when they all had to leave a day before Christmas.We had to take Jason to the backyard and distract him while they left. The whole day he was very dull and sad. He would go to the rooms and call out for them.

Christmas was OK, New Year too went by. Nothing much happened other than myself agonising over my broken hand. Hope you guys had a lovely New Year.

I have so many blogs to catch up on. Leaving you with some pics of what my son was up to in the past one month.

Lets hear it from the Horses mouth itself..

Had fun with my cousins. Here is Niya and Eric. They love me... cos I am sooo chweet.
Did some serious thinking and reading. Lets see, maybe I will soon write a coloum in the Economic Times.

Prayed to God, to heal my Mamma's hand soon so that I can break it again :)

Broke everything and anything I could lay my hands on, which included a flower vase with stand, the remote, n number of my Grandma's tapes...

Made a girlfriend too.. hee hee.

Played Santa with my Grandpa. See the Christmas tree behind? Ya.. that's kept on the TV so that the it remains intact at least for a day, before I take it apart.. see.. every one is scared of me.

Had a sunbath..even though I am not allowed to sleep on the sand, and dirty the pillow. By the way, where was my Mom, she could have stopped me. Oh.. she was busy laughing and taking snaps..

Diapers everywhere, expect where it actually should be ;) Its a free world, my bum should also enjoy the freedom... don't ya think so?

Trying to be a pakka Mallu guy :)

And now, presenting the Bald and The Cuty-pie :)

Bald is In Dude :) .