Dear Baby Hurricane,
I still remember the day ur dad announced to us – that they were going to have a baby. i remember feeling a little like – “why god why” -(Joey from friends style). Gone were the impromptu weekend plans, the late night tabboo and teen patti sessions, dinner parties, the going away on a holiday…Sigh! i remember not wanting one of us to grow up.
But i can proudly say we have done all of the above mentioned things even with u around…except the impromptu weekend plans…which we never made anyway…u know with ur dad around – impromptu plans are thrown out of the window.
And i think all this is a testimony to what a wonderful baby you are. You never once wimpered on the long drive to panchgani, you never once cried or slept thru our boistorous tabboo, jenga and teen patti sessions, you slept thru your first movie in the movie hall as a three month old, you let ur mommy and daddy go out for dinner, you endured the smoke and noise in goa…
And yesterday sigh u turned One!
I can’t believe it’s been a year – a year since an excited Tall one and an excited Mema (Me – In malayalam – mema means father/mother’s younger sister) came to meet you. Yesterday as your “Happy Burrday” cake was being cut, i felt my eyes go wet! i dont know why…they just did.
Of course the mood changed when i heard this really cute song and saw u dancing
in that nut’s daddy’s handsalbeit with a frowny face.
I sometimes wonder why
i we adore u…is it just coz u are such a munchkin or is it coz ur dad & mom are the bestest couple friends we have. or is because we have watched u grow in ur mommy’s tummy and then watched u grow from a ugly little bean like thing to the round little golgappa.
Maybe cause we watched u grow in fascination
despite while these 2 beer guzzling, tabboo and teen patti playing adults grapplled with this whole parenting business. We watched ur mom play with you like u were a toy…right from annoying you with booties…yes we will spank her. We watched ur dad proudly talk about his “son”. We watched them evolve into “real” adults.
Somewhere in a small way, u changed us too..I can’t help but smile when u show me those six little teeth…including the four which bit me real hard. Thinking of you take ur first steps makes me feel proud.
Baby boy – u may not “technically” be family but u hold a special place in our hearts..and we both love it when u recognize us more than your grandparents (Ha!) and jump into our hands. Yes, we are pathetic like that and all.
May the world let u remain the happy little baby…may ur cute little frown remain and if u are really really lucky…may u stop looking like ur father and look a little bit more like ur beautiful mom.
God bless mah little hurricane,
Lots of love
(p.s. when u grow up u will realize i am better than the TAll one and jump more into my hands…hmmmph why him more than me – of course we keep score)
Now i know u guys well and No this is not an indicator that i am ready for a baby…my next post shall proove that..!!!!