Teething... Time...

Teething Time

"Ouch.... That hurts" Somebody is teething, terrible times, painful nights. You got it all wrong. It isn't Nephy. Its her daddy who is teething. Some (damn) wisdom teeth, it seems. Isn't it amazing..... at the grand age of 30, sorry almost 30, Antony Prince is teething and so complaining. Yesterday, I asked him to help me with a chore, and he started whining, 'My teeth hurts, I am on medicine...blah... blah..blah'. Ok Darling, am not asking you to help me with your teeth. But, I let him go. Ain't I generous?

I don't remember Nephy's teething times.Until she turned one, nights were nightmares. She would wake up and cry every 2 hours or so. So, all nights were as bad as teething nights.At least, she didn't complain.Thank God, babies don't start talking when they are born.

Hey, did I tell you that my lil baby calls her daddy 'Toe' . 'Toe' was one of her first set of words, until recently I didn't realise it was her dad that she was calling as 'Toe'. The other day, Anto was somewhere out of sight. I called out to him 'Anto..''Anto..', and there was this small echo 'Toe...''Toe...'. I tried calling him again, and the little voice echoed. Thats when the grand discovery happened. All along, she had called him Toe, and neither he nor I realised it. Since it took us this long, she learned to call him 'appa' and had discarded the 'Toe'. She must have thought her parents are really dumb. Dumb dad! Dumb mom!

Nephy's Vocab

Nephy's vocab

Finally, Nephy is talking. Her most often used word is No-No. So much No-no, it would be very much apt if I were to rename her as Nephy 'No-No' Sharon. No for this, No for that,No for everything.
Her next often used word is 'Dammaa'(Damaal, how you fall down). So, the next time you meet her, try asking her What happened to London Bridge and she would promptly answer you with a 'Dammaa'. Every time she takes a fall, she would cry saying 'Dammaa..Dammaa' followed by a good number of angry stomping on the place where she fell. I guess, the beating that the placegets is directly proportional to the time that the fall hurts.
Sometimes,She would pick up someone's mobile and talk into it to some imaginary caller for a good while. The other day, I was at work. I called home to find what she was up to. Nephy took the phone and said 'Amma...chaapta?'. I was wonderfully surprised. All this while, her way of asking if you've had your food is to hold her hand like she were holding a butterfly,and hold it near my mouth and say 'Amma...yapya?'. Funny lil Creature!
The other thing she says is Apple. Say 'A for' and she would say Apple. Didn't I tell ya that she is smart. Do not try 'B for'. She would say Apple again. C'mon, She is just a baby. Try 'C for'. She would start screaming 'No-No No-No'.She hates Cats. So, don't you dare say 'C for Cat'.
Will update ya with the rest of her vocabs later. Gotta get back to work ;)

Yesterday night at 2...

Yesterday night at 2...

It must about 2 am when Nephy woke up crying, rather screaming. Nothing

unusual, this is something that happens every single night. She usually calms down when I

give her her milk bottle. The time taken to mix up her drink (milk) is directly proportional

to her screams. The lesser the time taken, the lesser the screams. The greater the time

taken, the screams could get well beyond 20,000 decibels... tats unbearable. I am the

probably the fastest in the feat, and Anto.... (He would have to speak for himself)

Yesterday was no ordinary night. Her milk bottle didn't work its magic. She cried and

cried, pointing to the living room. Then we came to the living room. I tried to get her

back to sleep, but no good. The usual methods, the rocking, the walking, the

aaa-aaa-aa song, nothing worked. The crying and the confusing signs that she did

just went on and on.

Atlas, my mom-in-law thought of the last thing that she was playing with last night.

It happened to be my stitching kit and all the threads inside. It was then brought out,

and she happily grabbed it and asked every one of us to sit down with her and play.

You must have seen that big grin on her face then. Unbelievably, BIG!!

At 3:00, I slipped into my bedroom, leaving Nephy and her grandma to play. It must be

around 4, when she came back crying into the bedroom. Then the milk-bottle kinda

worked its magic. After finishing her milk, she sat up on the bed and kept staring into

my face for a good while. I slowly eased her into bed and patted her back gently and

before I knew, she drifted off to sleep.

Silly female! Play with threads in the middle of the night! How many days were you

planning this silly game!

She is playing with it right now, as am writing... wonder what tonight holds....

My 3rd wedding anniversary

My 3rd wedding Anniversary

Its my 3rd wedding anniversary today. The day started off with a little mystery. I went to have my bath, and absolutely no signs of Anto & my mom-in-law. He came back with a cake and a bouquet, and he & his mom thought, they had actually gotten away with hiding it from me. Haiyo, haiyo, silly people, I know it all.

Then, we all got ready, put on new clothes... and then, ta-daa... the cake & the bouquet. Ok folks, I had to pretend that I was totally surprised. I'll give that much to ya for all the trouble. Well, it was nice.

Next, in the agenda... Mass @11 @ Our Lady Of Lourdes Church. We reached there a bit late. I wud be way too ashamed to tell u how late. :) Lunch at Spice Junction. Not bad. Then back home and end of story.

Wherz the gift? Nothing this time .... Poor Betsy :(

Last time, I was way too smart. I just drifted off into a jewel shop and chose a earring and claimed it my anniversary gift.... hehehe... hahaha.... I was such a devil and am so proud of it.

This time, Anto got smart. He didn't budge outta home yesterday. Today, church & hotel and no shopping(Grrr...), lest, I drift off.

Lets hope the next anniversary brings better gains! Let us pray.

Am I on a holiday?

Am I on a holiday?

Thats how the past few weeks had been. It feels just like a holiday to me. I started going back to week, as u guys know. Its gonna be one month.

Do I miss my baby? Hmm, well, U know... I do...

DO I miss her so much that I would give up my job? I don't know... I don't think so...

Do I enjoy going back to work? Immensely....

Hows work? Pretty good....Interesting

Does she miss me? Tricky Question

In the morning, I pack her off with her grand-pa to go to the playground. She waves Bye, blows kisses and leaves. I get ready and then I leave. She comes back and the little one is too little to even know that amma has gone off somewhere. Seems she doesn't even look for me. Thank God for small favours! When I get back in the evening, she comes running to greet me. Worth a million dollars! And gets back to her play things the next minute.

I do miss all the little things that she does. I miss running behind her to get her to eat. But, I have to admit, that am definitely having a good time at work. Going back to work, has done me loads of good. But on the other hand, am not sure if what I did is good for my baby.

Am going back to work

Hey dear,

Just a normal day at home. You are clad in your usual T-shirt & shorts. The feeding bottle is a constant reminder that you are still only a baby. You have graduated to much grown-up things like straw cup, which are seen in the back-ground.

You are sure growing up fast. Am gonna miss quite a few of these moments when at work. Am going back to work from this week. What have I gotten myself into?

Love u sweets.

For the past 3 weeks, I have sneaked out of home for a couple of hours so that you know to hold your own. Amma is gonna be away from morning till evening from this week on, and I don't know how you will manage. During the first week, when I had to be away, everything would remind me of you. I would open my handbag, and there wud be something of yours. I went shopping, and I found pins lying on the floor, and that got me thinking of you and your hair-pin story. I hated long rides, coz I had nothing to do, and all I did was think about you. I even had my moments when tears would well up just thinking that you weren't there with me.

The second week outings were much better than the first. I got over the missing-my-baby thing a bit. I looked around and I found Singapore quite beautiful. Different people, places, things.... I never noticed these before, coz I had time for none other than you. But all the same, whenever there is a baby around, it got me thinking of you, and I longed to get back home and see you run towards me with your bright smile and lovely eyes with your arms open wide.

The third week outings... I didn't do much. I felt like I wanted to be with you more, play with you more. Now time is up, and amma has to get back to work. I sometimes, feel quite selfish to leave you and go to work. Later in my life, I wouldn't be happy if I had not done what I am going to. I would regret having stayed at home. I would regret for not even having made an effort to get back to work.

Am just afraid that, if I don't, I would just not have dreams of my own. All that I would dream about, is you and would probably want YOU to do what I dreamed to. Quite complicated. Fear not, if this doesn't work out for you, I would quit right away and be with ya, the rest of my life.

Love you loads and loads. You will always be my first love forever. Anything for ya.

Just a few extra kilos

I don't know where it all started. But there are quite a few false beliefs about pregnancy. Ok fellas, U might wanna stop here if you are feeling queasy. Seriously, am just gonna talk about weight-gain and nothing else, I solemnly swear so!

I was always of the thought that u get fat after ur first baby. Well, there weren't many in my friends gang, who had babies before me. Just a couple of them. Sumu... and she started to look like Sumo! Mathu... don't think she gained much. G3.... hmm, she did. Ann... yes, a bit. but I must assure you tgat they are all on the right track and losing it all day by day.

Me, I weighed a good 56 Kgs before my preganacy and weighed 68 Kgs just before delivery and weighed 64 the next day. Considering that Nephy weighed only 2.75, the rest must be all the water that the baby was floating in.

U wud be shocked to know how much I weigh now... about 51-52. Am sure, I would fit into a trousers that I wore when in my college days. Running around your baby, sure helps. Especially, your inner conscience starts talking bloody too much after the baby's arrival.

Everytime, am late on sterilising her things, my conscience talks crazy, keeps telling me that am knowingly, in full conscience, letting germs & wat-not into my baby's mouth. When am late about mopping with good-old-dettol, the big-mouth conscience starts screaming that Nephy is playing on something unclean. When am late on getting her breakfast done, it goes on and on about how she must be starving. When am late on changing her just-a-lil-wet clothes, there it goes again about how Nephy might catch a cold. When I take my eyes off her for just minute, it keeps reminding me of what horrible things she might find and put into her mouth.. so complaining...ddddduuuuuuuhhhhhh!

So, am on my feet all the time, doing the best I can. And the truth is, it has actually helped me lose all my extra kilos. Therz still a bit to go though. But unfortunately, I have been blessed.

Guess what, I have been gifted with people. Now, therz Nephy's grand parents and they keep running behind her. Therz a housekeeper, who deals with the rest. Life is just amazing when you don't have to budge so much, other than just to play with ur baby. About the extra kilos, I think am gonna put on more, and am just plain happy about it!