Baby boy…baby boy!

Anyone who knew me while I was pregnant knows how much I wanted a baby girl, how sure I was that the elf would be a girl. Obsessed almost…

Till today I crib about not having a girl…

A lot of it is of course the drama queen in me and the opportunity to blame the tall one for wrong sex baby.

I have to admit a lot of me wanting a girl has to do with me wanting to play dress up. But then you hear the girls are more sensitive and more attached to parents and you want that too.

Last night as I scrubbed the kitchen clean – using the time to just think. My me time. I send Tall one and the elf outside to eat watermelon. A little voice comes behind me – what you doing mama, why you doing and starts his endless questions, I find ways to send him out telling him play with your blocks colours etc etc. But he keeps going out taking a bite of watermelon and comes back and hangs out with me.

Go out elf
No mama I will stand here while you clean. Coz I like you no ! Everyday I be with you.

Reminds me of years ago when I hang out with my mom in the kitchen, talking away. Just like that I have a little helper – always watching me cook, clean, always wanting to know what I am doing!

He even watches me dress and comments on my clothes. The criticism is always private, the praise public. Mama you look so nice Dadu looks fat.

I don’t know what the future holds, will he still be mama’s little helper? Most likely not. I have no expectations of him wanting to look after us or hang out with us.

But for now (while he also makes me want to tear out my hair) I love how important he makes me feel. I am not entirely sure I deserve such love but I am grateful for it.

I am tempted to say it aloud – it doesn’t matter if the child is a boy or a girl, its something just the way they are built and what they learn that makes me them who they are.

this is my 100th post (yes yes finally I know) but I can’t think of a better person or topic to dedicate it to. This is a tribute to all boy children coz they deserve it too

Day 3- Elfisms

Elf: I like Only T, N and E (for tall one, nut and elf)
Nut: who do you like most?
Elf: I like T and N

awwww baby who taught you to love
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My grandparents are visiting us, my grandfather is struggling to get off the sink in couch, elf stretches out his hand and says muthasha come I will help you
I ask him who told you to help muthasha? He says mama!!!

Way to make me look like mother of the year!
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My mom who is also visiting us is bathing the elf and opens the shower by mistake. 5 drops of water fall on his head. He wags his finger at my mom saying – I will tell my mama!
Oh my god , such confidence in my abilities
——————————————————–My mom is playing with the kid, he whacks her in a moment of annoyance, she says you hit me so hard, shall I tell your mama. He lowers his voice saying no no don’t tell my mama

yup I am scary. Ask my kid
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Elf, tall one and I are in the car and like all good Indian kids, elf is sitting on my lap in the front seat. Fiddling with the Ac. (Dude it’s winter in Mumbai – a whole 20 degrees Celsius), the tall one is attempting to switch it off. This goes on for a bit. Elf wags a finger at tall one saying – Dadu just drive

someone tell him his teenage years are yet to come
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Every night he goes in to say goodnight, tuck his great grandparents to bed: first he puts Vaseline on the lips of everyone in the house, then the 3 victims are told to ‘LIE DOWN’ in a bossy tone, a cover is put on them after much effort and then they are told in an even more bossy tone to close their eyes, non talking and sleep!

The victims think the elf is ‘da bomb’

I fear for my grandchildren