12 October 2010

Tummy time ft Naina

Naina lends a hand. Not what the kid was looking for I think.

Gold!

Naina loves the song playing in the background - durga pooja song with chorus "Naa-mo, naa-mo". Sarva gets revenge while sister is distracted. Excuse my Horshack laugh in the background.

10 October 2010

Sundays

Our Sunday schedule has been turned upside down by swimming classes starting at 8:30am. 7am on a Sunday morning is generally quiet in most houses. Naina was good at classes, some tears at getting into the pool but otherwise really happy the whole class. N showed distinct disdain for authority and generally ignored the instructors.

It's durga pooja time, the lead up to deepavali. So we also went to the temple today. N surprised us. Firstly she did namaskar/pranam to all the deities after being shown what to do. She then walked up to Hanuman (the monkey god) and said "Hi" in a casual teenager fashion and then did pranam.

Curious how she recognized him. She does listen to a lot of hanuman songs, religious songs about the ramayan. But the statue bears no real resemblance to what she sees on her daily breakfast video (she insists on it). That said, monkeys are her favourite animal. She's going to go nuts in India.

02 October 2010

They might just be related part 2

Baby Massage.



Just some general photos of S

First month of Sarva. I think he really started stacking on the kilos in week 4.

Day 1 and already home

Day 3
10th day (at Chatthi)

Day 24

Day 28

Random awws

Naina occasionally calls us by our first names "Deepti-mummy" or "A-deet, A-deet". A-deet comes from dada and dadi calling me from downstairs. It's stuck, several months later. Deepti frowns and refuses required services until the correct terminology is used.

Without realising it, some connection are coming through. N's linking parts of the past with now. Above the dining room table, there's a hook. N points to the hook put in by the handyman (I've removed the picture) and shouts "Tarry, Tarry". This occurs everynight. Terry the handyman was around for the best part of 5 hours in mid-August.

Any insect that N spies and doesn't like (flies, ants etc) she shouts "Divya, divya" the name of the Indian girl helping out with the cleaning who once vaccuumed a dead fly. N also shouts Divya's name when food or drink is spilt.

And with Dadaji and his cup of tea or coffee, the link is particularly strong. When on webcam to Preth, N shouts "Gama" (Gar-mah, meaning hot) which is what dadaji would have described it as and warned N off of in August. She now insists on having a cup with her when she's in front of the cam and that he has one as well.

Grunter

Sarva's a grunter.

Going into sleep and coming out of sleep, he's a Monica Seles impersonator with the grunts, groans and whines. Feeds see grunts, rocker time sees grunts, being picked up and put down sees grunts. His flatulence and gas which may be related to aforementioned grunting is quite spectacular. Hopefully he'll control himself at the next work function.

His early morning grunting is so loud it's enough to wake me up and start rocking his cot, sometimes overly vigorously if it's a Saturday morning.

About to let one go (grunt that is)

Shambles

Having two kids puts so much in to perspective. Perhaps initially how shambolic our child rearing of N was and how due to the ongoing shambolicness, S gets um, neglected and is developing second child syndrome as the clock ticks. I mean statistically significant style.

Case in point, gas; we tried everything asofetida (heeng rubbed on stomach), gripe water and infacol (simethicone) regularly for the first few months for N and infacol still goes in each night. We're almost a little too scared to try her without now, as when we'd miss a dose a year ago she'd wake up without fail screaming.

Sarva's been manageable because we knew what to do and both know the ritual of counting to four burps/passes of winds before he's ready to be put down. He's been tried on gripe water and infacol but we both have our wits about us now that any gas related challenges are confronted with second child confidence.

Likewise, we've been there done that with getting put down either in the cot, in the rocker or just on a warm flat spot. He probably gets put down quicker and with less fuss. He also has to cry a little bit (a lot bit) louder to get the attention that would have seen us running for the hospital with N. This blog is going to be forever called N when it really is now about N + S. See he even get's a raw deal with the pram. Even Elmo gets a better view!


The net sum of this is he's probably going to be the well behaved and non-demonstrative second child till he's 10 and then complain that no one ever pays any attention to him.