Monthly Archives: May 2008

Sleep update

Last night, the Dude had to pull an all-nighter and so I had to manage Munchkin alone. Nothing new with it..because,I have her all day to myself and even when she is crying at night,she wants only me..but the Dude,atleast tries to calm her down,by talking softly to her or rubbing her back,while I grab her bottle or Gas-drops or whatever is needed at the moment. But there is something very eerie or should I saw lonely about hearing your baby scream,when you are alone at home, at night. And add to that,the quick glimpses that she shoots,behind my back.Sure,babies see Angels.. but its spooky,when you are all alone.
Anywho,I put her to bed, tucked her in with a heavy quilt,much like ours and left my shirt on her pillow.She stirred a couple times, grabbed the shirt and slept again.I finally settled on the bed to read my book.I was waiting for 3.00 AM,to see if my trick had worked..that and Dude wasn’t home,and I wasn’t feeling particularly sleepy.
3:02 AM : Munchkin is sleeping soundly.Mumma silently did a victory dance..YAYY it worked.
3:09 AM : Munchkin stirs,Mumma holds her breath…Munchkin looks around,spots mumma,crawls up to her,flops right next to her,breathing heavily,holds mumma tight and goes right back to sleep!
So,I wonder why she wakes up at the same time every day..only to cuddle up.Any ideas, ye experienced mommies? And any solutions? Coz much as I love her,I would like to cuddle up with the Dude too 😛
Waiting to hear from you

14 months and counting….

Li’l Munchkin turns 14 months ‘young’ today and I must say it has been an interesting day. We have had 2 big meltdown,4 major tantrums,our usual meal time fights and of course shared tonnes of hugs .

And of course, Mumma has been showered with kisses too..as always.so yeah,its been a good day.

What do I have to say about my baby-girl? Oh wait..she is not a baby anymore,she is a toddler.How unfair is that..just because she grows up and turns 1 year old,I can’t call her a baby.Well,the way things are,she is not a baby..she is surely a toddler now- one full of energy, one throwing big tantrums,one with a free spirit and wild streak! She wants to do everything herself- take off her own diaper,eat her own food,everything by herself-aap aap.

She follows me into the bathroom,every single time,that she is awake and I am not allowed to close the door. If I do,she gets upset and there’s a big tantrum! So, I tell her,”Mumma will be right back, you stay there”..And she just follows me in,and closes the door behind her and comes and pats my thighs!!Uh..OK!! Anyway, all these frequent trips to the bathroom,and she has learned that she needs to take off her diaper when she pees,or when she has to pee!!So, don’t be surprised if you walk into the Gypsy household and see a naughty brat,running around diaper-less and a harried mumma,following her around, with a diaper in her hand.

She knows though,that she needs to lie down,for mumma to put her diaper on. So,whenever she does need a diaper change,and she sees me come with a diaper, she promptly lies down. Smart kid.And a smart kid she is..we went to Sea World,San Antonio,(that calls for another post),when my sis was here and saw the famous Shamu and it was a lovely show. So, after the show,Chichi showed her,Shamu’s dance..and since then,every time we ask her,”Shamu kaise karta hai?”(what does Shamu do?)She nods her head,and opens and closes her mouth like the killer whale!

She is so talkative,some days she doesn’t stop talking even in her sleep.One night,I was rudely woken up by the Dude,”Oh look she is talking in her sleep”,I am sure I must have glared at him,because he asked me to sleep,sheepishly.She has so much to say to almost everyone these days. Her latest word is Doogie. but my personal favorite is “aye chotu”She comes and hugs us and says,Aye Chotu..in the same loving tone that we use with her.And now she has started saying Aye Shonu too 🙂 Life just couldn’t be better.

Oh wait,it could be..if only I could get li’l Munchkin to sleep through the night.Actually,her bedtimes are my worst nightmare. Every night before putting her to bed, I say a silent prayer,”Oh God,please let her sleep through the night.” So far it hasn’t worked. She still wakes up at 3.00 AM. And no she doesn’t want a feed,she doesn’t need a diaper changed.She just needs to cuddle up with Mumma. Tonight I gave tucked her in with a heavy quilt,much like ours and left one of my shirts with her,in her crib..sending up a silent prayer,that she sleeps through the night.Sleep little one,Sleep.

That and Meal-times, with every passing month,meal-times are getting tougher..I seriously am running out of options and ideas. No matter what I put in front of her,I can’t get her to eat more than 5 tsps and I am not kidding.She wants to eat it herself..She definitely knows whats she wants to eat.If I have chicken,carrots,rice and peas on her plate,she will want to eat chicken first.One day I tried it,I gave her,one bite of the chicken,then next spoon full of rice,she refused..kept pointing at the chicken and finally got frustrated when I kept pushing the spoon full of rice. So,to make meals less stressful for both of us,I just put her high chair on a big mat and let her have her go at it,with a fork/spoon first and then with both her hands.There is more food on the mat and chair and on her than in her..but that when she is busy,feeding herself,I can sneak in a few extra spoonfuls. Hopefully,her eating and sleeping will get better.

My baby is turning into a big girl..so independent,makes me want to gather her in my arms and keep her that way,forever.But that’s not possible.So, go on baby,grow up, grow up 🙂 Happy day, you little 14 month old!

Coming up,more Munchkin Mania.

That time of the year

Last month,we crossed the one year anniversary of the Dude’s hospital trip. And as the date got closer,I found myself getting tensed and anxious. My biggest worry was to see a repeat of last year’s scary episode.
Munchkin was a few days short of one month and one night,I was up feeding her.I woke up the Dude to get me a glass of water ,which he did,before promptly passing out. He did come to on his own but it was scary to see him there on the floor,like that.We went to the ER in the morning and there we found out that he was diabetic and had high blood pressure. His blood sugar levels were so high,the doctors were surprised to see him walk. They also found a discoloration in one of his arteries and he had to stay back in the hospital for observation. Two of his colleagues came and helped us, drove us to the hospital,took me and Munchkin home,took care of us.I was really lucky to find these people in a place, where I knew practically nobody.
And since then,he is on medication for diabetes.
The initial few months,he was in denial..but,scared and so took care of his diet and medicines.a few months later, he started slipping..first the innocent nibbles of Munchkin’s plate, then,”just one small piece” of a sweet or chocolate,then, just half a glass of ice-tea..and so on it continued. All the while I kept watching, sometimes chiding him,sometimes reminding him..sometimes arguing.And then came the time for the next yearly check-up and I scheduled it..I was so worried and had an uneasy feeling gnawing at the back of my mind.
Anyway,the results are in and they are not good. His fasting blood sugar readings were high,dl. His cholesterol and triglycerides were also elevated..And the doctor blew her top.She was furious and referred him to a specialist for uncontrolled diabetes and there they put him on Insulin. He is really bummed about that..but,there is no other option. But at least,he is watching his diet now..I mean really watching.He is off sweets again but I hope it continues.
My next challenge is to get him to exercises. He enjoys playing table-tennis and thinks its exercises enough..wonder how I can get him to think otherwise.
On a totally different note,I resumed my daily workouts and am planning to follow the low carb-high protein diet,recommended for the Dude..hopefully,I should have some results soon.

Saying goodbye

.. is so hard. My sister left this afternoon and I am so sad. All the excitement before some one’s arrival- that is good.. but when they leave, the space they leave behind, is just too overwhelming.
I was feeling sad since last 2-3 days,with each passing day, I knew the day of her departure was getting closer.But, I was not prepared for the emptiness,I felt,when I saw her wave one last time and disappear behind the security counter. And then,I couldn’t stop the tears.I just felt so lost… and tired. And all I want to do is be alone.Alone because I know no one understand what I am going through,right now.
On the drive home,I kept feeling that something is missing.When we were growing up, we would bicker at the first opportunity,some days continuing cold wars for days,together, but,we were always very close..We just never needed another friend,we were good enough for each other. The friends that we had were mostly common friends.And when we grew up, and had our own separate set of friends, even then, the last one hour after lights out,was reserved for catching up-whispered secrets, hushed conversations about crushes,requests for clothes and jewellery.I miss those days.
This one month that she was here with me,we remembered those days,so much..almost every thing had a memory associated with it.It felt nice to relive those moments.After ages, we shopped together and for once,we could both buy the same thing in different sizes -Almost every time that we go shopping together,there is one thing, that we both JUST LOVE! When we were living together, we didn’t buy same clothes, for the fear of being ridiculed.. but this time,we didn’t care and on certain occasions even more matching clothes. She helped me pick out some really nice accessories too.The girl really has an eye for such thing.
My baby sis- she is not a baby any more-she has grown up,really. She came and cleaned and reorganised my house..God knows,I needed help there.As Munchkin is getting busier,its getting so so difficult to manage and maintain the perfect house,that I want.. but,lil sis helped me tidy up in a jiffy! Only your sister can do that for you..and I am sure,I won’t hesitate to do the same for her.
This time,we had a big disagreement and that made us argue and fight..tears were shed and hugs were shared..For we knew this time,time is precious.. unlike earlier,when we could let the fights go on..we have grown..I guess or we just appreciate each other more.
I just wish,she takes back happy memories from the trip..:)
Its so funny,as I write this,my cheeks are drenched with tears and there is a small smile on my lips..God I miss her sooo much!I wish it was still yesterday.. or better still,I wish I was still a kid..given a chance,I would do things differently this time.
I don’t know,when I will see her next, after a year?I don’t know,when she will visit me next, will she be married or still single, how will it be when she is married? God! there are so many thoughts that are running in my mind right now.May be all this doesnt even make sense.
All I want to do is cry..like a baby and stomp my feet and say..”I want my sister,I want my sister”.
And she knows me so well, left me message from the airport-“Di Rona dhona matt karna,filmy style mein..” Sigh…That’s what sisters are for.Oh and I wish it was still yesterday!

Mumma makes music

Munchkin loves music..of any kind and she thinks I make it.
The other day I was washing dishes and she insisted on being picked up.I was in a hurry and so propped her up on my butt and continued washing.The rhythmic splashing on water,into the pan,to rinse it was music to her ears.And she loved it,and even let me know it was a “Good Show” by patting me ,giggling and clapping. Heck,whatever makes her laugh!
Another activity that she finds musical is,me mixing coffee and sugar in a cup,with little milk,while the milk in the pot boils. She watches me so happily.
But seriously,she loves music of all kinds.Even the cheesy title tracks to the Hindi serials,to ad jingles,and of course film songs, pop songs.whatever. As I buckle her up in her car-seat,the Dude pops in a CD in the car’s player,and the excitement on her face, followed by an excited YAYY is just precious.
On a side note- Sis and Munchkin are friends now..and the sister leaves on 24th..So,I am a little Mopey!

So much to write

The sudden pause in my blogging,has resulted in so many things pending to be written.First,was the disinterest,that caused me to go private on my other blog and then,the sis arrived..and I got busy catching up with her.
In the meantime,so much has happenned.
For starters,I met Orchie and her lovely family. Li’l A is so much fun to talk to..and Li’l Munchkin just adores him, follows him around where ever he goes,whenever they are together..I think she is completely smitten..hehhee.. And another person she seems smitten with is Orchie’s Uj..she surprised us,when she asked Uj to pick her up,in the first meeting..She is a friendly baby,but she is shy,where guys are concerned..Shy or scared..may be apprehensive. But,She was totally cool,with Uj. In Orchie’s Words-“She is totally checking you out Uj!!”
Orchie is actually my friendly neighbourhood blogger.. literally and she is so much to be with. And we have been trying to get Ms.Upsi to come and hang out with us,so that we can have a true bloggers meet.. Soon,I hope..Upsi,Ask that boss to give you a breather!
While Mumma was busy having fun with Aunty Orchid and Masi,Munchkin,was busy turning 13 months. And the girl just never stops talking..She is saying new words almost every other day. Just yesterday,I caught her repeating Nineteen after me!! nun-teeth..it sounded like!She can say almost 25 words now and her doctor keeps telling us,on every visit,how advanced she is. That calls for another post..
We have been hitting the malls,every two days and burning a hole in the the Dude’s pockets..One day,I told the Sis,”One day at the mall is equal to 2 days at the GYM” really it is,I mean so much walking,in one day..Dude just doesn’t get it,how we don’t get tired of going to the malls..every other day.
And the GYM,well I haven’t been going there as regularly as I would like to. And God!! we’ve have been eating out so frequently! I have given up counting Calories too..I mean there is just no point na? Today I went to the gym and was just half way through the workout when the fire alarm went off and We had to evacuate the place..I don’t know what happenned because,just as I was stepping out,I saw Dude and Munchkin arrive to pick me up.
And now I should hit publish,if I want this post to get published.

First hair-cut

Aadya got her first hair-cut on May 3rd.
She always had long strand of her,falling into her eyes.And everyone kept telling me to cut it off or pin it up,away from her face. It used to irk me so much. Coz,I just didn’t have the heart to cut it off and there was no way,I could pin it up.
Aadya has really soft and silky hair.My mother always had trouble taking care of my hair.Even now,my hair is clumsily set.I mean I style it and in no time,it slip out. Same is the case with Aadya. And if someday,the clip remained in its place,this brat would pull it off and push the hair back on her face.
So, they kept telling me..people I mean, friends,neighbours, family..everyone and I just never wanted to cut her hair. until 2 days back. Friday morning I woke and saw that her hair looked really unruly.. but I was promptly distracted by her crying and spent the day carrying her on my hip till my left arm gave up.
Saturday morning,May 3rd,I woke up fresh and realised that the hair indeed was grown and need to be tackled. I sat down with her in my lap,hair brush,et al,tried combing -no change. My decision was made.I knew I had to take her for a hair-cut and soon.. lest i change my mind. When I asked the Dad ,he,more than willing agreed..because he was from the other club. He even asked me cut her hair off MYSELF!! Yeah right!
Anyway, we went to this kids salon,after her nap.We had to wait for sometime,the father daughter got busy playing with the train set.As the sister pointed out later,the Dad was more excited than Aadya. He looked like a kid in a toy store,while Aadya,sat primly on her little yellow chair.
When our turn came,the stylist asked me to buckle her up in the Cop’s car! And I did. And boy! did she love it. She had a fun time, turning the steering wheel. She sat quietly playing with the wheel,when the stylist snapped on the apron. And after a little discussion about what I wanted done with her hair?Vain Mumma replied..”Oh something cute”..It must have taken every ounce of professionalism for the stylist to not laugh in my face,instead,she told me politely,that there wasn’t much she could do with hair so short,except trim it…Sure go ahead.
When I saw about to snip the first curl,I almost wanted to stop her…but then,the Dad and the Sis were looking at me,as if warning me to behave!So,snip snip snip,went the stylist..while I watched amazed. And then,I realised belatedly,that Aadya,didn’t cry. I have heard it from so many moms,that babies hate their first hair-cut. So many friends had told me horror stories about kids biting stylist or not being to fidgety and upset. Even the stylist warned me that Aadya might not let her cut her hair. But,this little dame,sat quietly- she did let out a couple of oh-oh’s when the hair was cut. Even the stylist was impressed.
Then, as we paid and collected a certificate and the first curls, Aadya and Chichi played by the train table. And when the time came to leave, a huge melt-down happened. The little Missy just didn’t want to leave! Ever heard of a kid,who doesn’t want to run from the place,when she got her precious curls chopped?
Anyway,she was hugged and pacified,and we left. After that,whenever,munchkin caught anyone,looking at her, she would touch her hair and smile..as if to say,”Look I got a hair-cut”!
I leave you with a picture of the new hair-cute..uh cut I mean.

Munchkin & Chichi

Chichi is the name,Aadya has happily given my sister. My sister arrived last Friday.The last week waiting for her seemed to drag endlessly. I baked a cake on Thursday night and tidied up the place,one more time.
Aadya knew something was going on and she took special pleasure in decorating the living room carpet with shredded bits of eggs,from her lunch. She wants to eat everything herself these days.If I try to feed her ,she promptly puts her fingers in her mouth and takes out whatever food is in there to inspect,before putting it back in her mouth.So,in an effort to save time,I let her eat,while I decorated the cake.We both got done around the same time..I finished writing “Welcome Home” on the cake and Aadya,finished shredding her last morsel..Ughh..
I had vacuum the carpet again,give her a bath again..as a result,we were late. Thankfully,there was a long line for immigration and we were well in time.
While we waited for her to come out,Aadya,befriended one 18 month old boy..who wanted to hug her.She,being the girl,pushed him away..and instead smiled coyly at his DAD!! But the little guy was persistent.He didn’t give up and when all else failed,offered her his bag,Really cute!
Anyway,sis was one of the last few people to come out and as soon as Aadya saw her,she ran up to her,stopping short,only to gawk at the big bags on her trolley. Then she felt shy..A gentle “Go baby,Masi is here” was enough push.Masi and niece hugged each other..and Aadya promptly made herself comfortable in her masi’s arms.Mumma was as always busy clicking pictures. I was just so happy to see her recognised her aunt.
On our way home,Aadya was so excited to see Masi sitting next to her.She showed/tried to share all her toys with Masi.It was a sight that made mumma so happy. Aadya,kept touching Masi ,all the way home,as if to reassure herself that she is really here to stay.
Two days after Masi’s arrival,Aadya decided to rename her..and every time,we ask her to say Masi, she says chichi..almost always..So Chichi it is..till she gets another name.
Chichi,came with lots of goodies for us..Tonnes of clothes for all of us..home made Karanjis made specially by my granny,I tasted these after 4 years,toys,junk jewellery and knick-knacks.
This is the first time,she is visiting us,since I married..so,I am really excited and there is something really warm and fuzzy about having your sister close by.
For now,Aadya and chichi seem to be getting along fine.Aadya,tries to scare her every now and then-she expects us to be scared if she growls..Chichi scolds her when she troubles Mumma,which makes her mad at Chichi..In short,all is well here.
More later…

Hello


Hello Everyone,

I,The Gypsy Mumma,welcome you to this space.The characters you will read frequently about here are-Li’l Munchkin,our 1 year old, Dude,the Husband and Moi,the Gypsy Mumma.

Let me tell you a little bit about us- Munchkin,is the most precious little girl ever. She turned 13 months yesterday and boy! she is turning into such a brat.

Dude,the husband,is an IT geek,to the core.He is big sports fanatic and totally into history. Oh and did I mention,he loves travelling and his job takes him places.

And me- well,I am just me..a chilled out gal, who finds joy in small things,who looks for Sunshine on a cloudy day.I love talking and can go on and on..and of course,I love bragging about Li’l Munchkin.Hence,the blog.

Why are we the Gypsy Family? Well,gypsyism runs in my blood…By the time,my dad finally settled down in one place,I had decided never to marry another Gypsy.I went and got married to a ‘Never-Moved-in-my-life’ guy,and may be rubbed on some of my gypsy dust on him. He never stopped moving since then…So,here we are -the Gypsy family,looking for a place to call Home.

Oh..and those of you,who recognise us,please help me keep up the charade 🙂
[Image courtesy: Google image search]

Of blogs and people

Why do you blog? write or read,I mean? No really,why? Let me tell you why I blog-I started blogging to document my pregnancy.I mean when I first started blogging,I didn’t really know much about it. But I was already writing important details of my pregnancy in a diary,so,this just became an online diary. Then,I started hearing from readers,and I started writing about my baby and slowly,other things too. I think,for each blogger,there comes a point,when you can’t keep your real life out of your blog. Because these are real people,who are writing to you..and these are real people who are reading you. All that is fine.Meeting some of these people is fine too.In fact,I have made some really good friends through blogosphere. You think every thing is going on fine.

And then,one day,somebody brings up something personal that you wrote on your blog,at a social gathering. How do you feel then? I, for one,am not a happy camper then. Generally,as a rule,I never bring up,blogging as a topic of discussion..and so rarely share my URL with anyone. Nor do I have it attached to my email signatures. Yes, if old friends knowing my penchant for writing ask me to start one,I point them,to my blog. Ask them for an honest feedback. And I know,most of them are lurkers.Some tell me offline..some don’t.

Lurkers,I am OK with..but its when the thin line between blog-world and the real world is crossed over,all discretion thrown away,that’s when I get MAD!!For me its like a breach of trust. Like when someone said.. ohh so you write just about Aadya..ho hum… YES I do.. and if its so boring,why do you keep coming back?

Someone else,asked me something rather personal,at a party.. I just changed the topic,then..but it did leave me with a bad after-taste..Even made me wonder,why I shared the URL with them. Sure,there is nothing wrong about wanting to know more..we are all curious beings..but i don’t really appreciate random questioning..makes me feel like I am under scrutiny and surely no-one likes that.I am not really anonymous..I blog about things that are of importance to me-my family,my life..the small nitty-gritties of daily grind and I am very comfortable with it.But when things like this happen,it just makes you stop and think..So friends or strangers,lurkers or regulars,if you have something to say..that’s what the comment section is for.Let’s leave the blog-talk out of our conversation. Capice?

OH and I am not talking about all you people who email me-The fact that I reply to your emails, itself should be proof enough,how much I love hearing from you.
As an after thought,wonder how others feel about it? Care to share your two cents with me?
Edited to Add-I think I am just going to take a break..may be go private ..I dunno..this whole thing makes me disinterested..I don’t like thinking everytime before hitting the publish button,if this is going to be the topic of discussion at tea-time.
Thanx for stopping by..This has been fun.. but here I say Good bye.