Dear Aarshabh,
Since your birthday is soon approaching; part of preparation was to give your not so updated blog a makeover! The other thing I promise is to update more frequently than what I have been doing in the past one year.
Keeping aside the many incomplete attempts of updating your milestones, achievements and making note of all the lovely things you do keep doing, I'll just say that you have filled our life with so much love and fulfillment. Just remain the most entertaining and delectably cueeeet (cross between sweet and cute) baby that you are!
Baby .... did I just call you baby!!!! OMG ... I'm so sorry ... we are so not baby anymore ... we are a Torrential Toddler.
If anyone wants a preview of the teenager experience they will be subjected to once the 'dependent' gets there .... this is the time. Let me put in a sample conversation
ME - (politely) " Aarshabh, pajama pehen lo"
A - (equally politely) " nahi Pehenna" ... and the pajamas are pushed aside
ME - (Firmly) "Aarshabh khana kha lo"
A - (even more firmly) "Nahi Khaanaa" .... and the plate is pushed aside
ME - (Sternly) "Aarshabh idhar aao"
A - (defiantly) "Nahin aana" ... and he turns away
ME - (defeated) "Aarshabh so jaao"
A - (victoriously) "Nahin sona" and he continues on his own trip!!!!!
I mean why must each sentence start with a no?
But I am smart ... I have started playing bhed (divide and rule) from the sama, dama, dand, bhed brigade and tell him
"Ok mat khaao, main joker baby ko khila detee hoon," and I start feeding his clown ... its working so far .... I hope it works for a long long time (fingers crossed .... hands crossed ... legs crossed .... the whole world crossed)
Sunny boy, feeding is such a struggle with you .... where exactly does one find the 'maa rotti ... maa lassi' kind of boys these days.
Chalo .... blog kee shuruat ho gayee.
Ab chaltee hoon .... lautke miltee hoon!!!
