Kup is sleeping deeply(halleluja) for once, so instead of using that time for some much needed
house work like any sane person would do, I started working on my blog..Dont ask me why,
but after some time I felt this urge to check whether she is just sleeping or something
worse( ok I know you are rolling your eyes...)I called her by name..various names actually..
made some noises..to no avail..and this from the girl whose sleep has actually been
disturbed by sounds like clothes falling down or cupboards opening..Next I tried
tapping her little back..still Kup in zzzzland...
Now fear struck me...I put my (cold) fingers to her forehead...under her nose..
It's funny no, tat if I'm on duty at the clinic, several protocols will effortlessly come to my
mind while at home, the first thing my mind comes up with is a big blank..I probably look like the
Ichayan lost in the cosmetic section of the supermarket..or the sweets section, come to think of it..
Now if it were the food section instead, especially the non-veg section, things will be entirely different.
He snaps out of his semi-trance, and we actually discuss if; or what; to buy or not. Interest starts
waning in the vegetable section and by the time we reach the fruits section, he is back to his
usual state. But enough of this, I am digressing from the main plot....
Still my baby is sleeping..I put my fingers in her mouth..that finally woke her up...Her sleep
being disturbed, she started wailing true to nature and would not lie down for more than an hour..
How else to register her protest against her mom, who not only is over protective; but also has entirely too much time on her hand!? I can just see my dad scolding me for making his precious grand daughter cry.
I have in fact even been accused of with holding milk to Kup ( I'm nursing her!) Quite apart from the
fact that logic has never been a strong point in my family, my parents tend to act a bit silly when it
comes to their grandchildren.
So plans for an elaborate dinner and some quality time had to be cancelled...the Ichayan
is stuck with spinach once again (not that he's complaining ; he loves that stuff). It occurs to me
that I still havent come up with a name for my better half in this blog..J sounds too common..Ichayan
is too long and shortening it to 'Ich'..Well I know he is tolerant and unlikely to read this blog, but still..
I suppose I could call him the Nerd or the Scientist or the Nerdic Scientist or the Scientific Nerd..
SN sounds good I think..So with this herculean task managed, I'm officially off (how does that sound?)
It takes about one hour of soothing, feeding, singing, dancing; she finally calms down and I am one short step away from the loony bin. After giving me the heart-melting toothless smile I love so much,
Kup is lookin at me as if asking if I've lost my marbles...Am I embarrassing even to my 6
month old daughter? And she has not started socialising yet...
The mummies and the babies are the happies..
house work like any sane person would do, I started working on my blog..Dont ask me why,
but after some time I felt this urge to check whether she is just sleeping or something
worse( ok I know you are rolling your eyes...)I called her by name..various names actually..
made some noises..to no avail..and this from the girl whose sleep has actually been
disturbed by sounds like clothes falling down or cupboards opening..Next I tried
tapping her little back..still Kup in zzzzland...
Now fear struck me...I put my (cold) fingers to her forehead...under her nose..
It's funny no, tat if I'm on duty at the clinic, several protocols will effortlessly come to my
mind while at home, the first thing my mind comes up with is a big blank..I probably look like the
Ichayan lost in the cosmetic section of the supermarket..or the sweets section, come to think of it..
Now if it were the food section instead, especially the non-veg section, things will be entirely different.
He snaps out of his semi-trance, and we actually discuss if; or what; to buy or not. Interest starts
waning in the vegetable section and by the time we reach the fruits section, he is back to his
usual state. But enough of this, I am digressing from the main plot....
Still my baby is sleeping..I put my fingers in her mouth..that finally woke her up...Her sleep
being disturbed, she started wailing true to nature and would not lie down for more than an hour..
How else to register her protest against her mom, who not only is over protective; but also has entirely too much time on her hand!? I can just see my dad scolding me for making his precious grand daughter cry.
I have in fact even been accused of with holding milk to Kup ( I'm nursing her!) Quite apart from the
fact that logic has never been a strong point in my family, my parents tend to act a bit silly when it
comes to their grandchildren.
So plans for an elaborate dinner and some quality time had to be cancelled...the Ichayan
is stuck with spinach once again (not that he's complaining ; he loves that stuff). It occurs to me
that I still havent come up with a name for my better half in this blog..J sounds too common..Ichayan
is too long and shortening it to 'Ich'..Well I know he is tolerant and unlikely to read this blog, but still..
I suppose I could call him the Nerd or the Scientist or the Nerdic Scientist or the Scientific Nerd..
SN sounds good I think..So with this herculean task managed, I'm officially off (how does that sound?)
It takes about one hour of soothing, feeding, singing, dancing; she finally calms down and I am one short step away from the loony bin. After giving me the heart-melting toothless smile I love so much,
Kup is lookin at me as if asking if I've lost my marbles...Am I embarrassing even to my 6
month old daughter? And she has not started socialising yet...
The mummies and the babies are the happies..
Wow... Hope it is not just the initial enthu..
ReplyDeleteAnd you can call him Kumar Sanu ;) Little secret :)