A watched pot never boils. A watched baby never sleeps.

Dear Dot

You are 19 days old today and among your latest tricks is whining and grunting like a displeased old man in your sleep! When you are not whining or grunting you sound like a lobster in boiling water. I know it's a mean description but it's really very cute.

Also you sleep with both arms outstretched much like J.C !

P.S - no need to exact revenge when you grow up and read this. You already got your revenge this morning when you poo'ed on my hand while I was changing you! Thanks!

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz....Okay!

Sooo we bought a Merc, which showed up the day before our son did.
While driving around trying to figure out all the cool gadgets in the car we realized the SatNav system lady was way nicer and more polite than the Garmin one we used with our Honda.

This SatNav lady has a nicer, calmer voice and she doesn't say "recalculating route" every time you take a wrong turn. She just continues giving you directions until you are back on track without a hint of irritation in her programmed voice.

Rahul says its probably because rich people don't like being told they are wrong. Great insight!

Dear Dot, you are a week old today.

Last Sunday the weather was the same. Grey, rainy. Dad, dida and me were as sleepless then as we are now.

But you are actually with us now!
Physically here in my arms. You are no longer a kick in my rib or a hiccup in my belly. You are an actual person and a really handsome one at that!

Today when I am trying to re-live last Sunday as we anxiously awaited your arrival, it all seems a blur. I cant remember the pain, the fatigue, the fear, the excitement. All of that has been re-written by this one full sleepy-milky daze of a week you have spent with us.

As we try to learn to become your parents, you are probably frustrated at our inability to tell your cries. But be patient with us. We'll get there.

For now we just want you to know, you exhaust us but not as much as you fill our lives with joy.

Welcome to the world :)

In the great waiting game, 26th April won't be remembered as a fun day. More like the pin-that-burst-the-balloon day.

Even the thought of starting a conversation is exhausting. Just not worth the effort when someone has decided to shut you out.

Week 38 chatter

Me: aren't you feeling excited or scared, soon there will be a little guy around who will look up to you for everything.
He: (while playing angry birds - space) there are thousands of things that already look up at me.
Me: (blank)