Two feet nothing

And four kilos something!

The pint size arrival in 16 subra is becoming a bigger and elongated pint size! Today he is ensconced in a light orange onesie with a tilted cape covering three fourth of his face.As I look at him cosily curled up on his mother's lap, looking like junior vivekananda in that colour top to bottom outfit, he give s picture of peace and quiet and all is well with the world.
But just wait for a while more when he wakes up. He is very demanding for attention and instant service. His hunger needs are immediately catered to, zero preparation time and zero cooking time! After the feed he is such a fuss pot, that he wont allow us to help him burp. Now amma tells me he needs to burp not once, but twice. That is really a big assignment as the baby is handed over to me for the honours of making him burp to me! He will draw in his knees and slide down my shoulder as I try to hold him upright and give gentle tap on his back. It is becoming more and more challenging, and I asked D today to refer if there is any tips on how to make this process easy. She says she has done research and not more than a cursory reference to burping is mentioned in any of the literature on the subject. Today morning D called out to me firs thing in the morning to say that the baby has fed and she was able to make him burp twice! Great beginning of the day for both of us
.Of course the hero of the whole event, gave a toothless smile not at his mother, not at me, but at the fan!
He gives wide yawn which covers his entire face and lulls us into believing that he is just going to drop off to sleep. But by now we know otherwise. He is sleepy, that does not mean he is going to sleep. He will do everything to see that he distracts himself to wake up and continue his non sleeping hours, till we both look at each other in desperation. He is a fit candidate for a Dhanush starrer titled , "toongadavan"!
Now the sun bath routine is shelved due to monsoon weather, morning times are thatha times. Thatha is actually talking nonsense gibberish and child talk to him. If somebody had told me that he would be able to pull this off  I would not have believed them. But then as I boil milk and get coffee ready, I hear him sweet talk to the baby in a sing song way.He also repeats the same thing he says n number of times! "Jil jil ramamani" is one such phrase.The baby does not recognise faces and it is especially surprising as thatha is able to carry on one sided conversation in gibberish tongue with a tiny fellow and happily at that. When he spots the baby coming into his room, he quickly makes room and tidies up the bed for the baby. Amma saw the new thatha a few days back and said that she has not seen such open smile on his face for sometime.

Quietly and loudly, cooing and screaming, yawning and burping, playing and bawling,chiku has worked his magic.


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