Dear World,
Today my boy turns two and it has been terrific two years of journey we have had together. I didn’t realize what I was missing in life till he came in our lives. He is a bundle of energy and keeps our otherwise dull home filled with activities.
As we seal the second year, I want to list down what he has learnt and adopted:
To begin, before even learning to call out to us, his parents, he learnt to call out to his elder sister,”Angie”. But now he is more of “Tatu”, his other sister. There was a time, till few weeks ago, when he would throw all his naughty activities to Tatu. He got so good at pointing his acts to Tatu that there was a time he peed in his pants and while changing, I asked him who wet his pants,”Tatu” came the unabashed answer.
But he adores his sisters. Both. The cutest moment is when I find all three of them, groped in front of Angie’s laptop, watching One Direction Songs.
He is a big ONE DIRECTION fan, just like his sisters. “Mey…mo, mey….mo…ji” he sings along with his sisters. (That’s the best his infant tongue can make do of ‘midnight memories’). He recognizes ONE DIRECTION whenever they come on TV. “Mey..MO….Angie, Tatu, Mey..mo,” he points out to his sisters.
But the songs channel is on only after his sisters get home from school. Other times I’ve to keep the Norling channel on. He looveeess the advertisements of the Bhutanese movies. I secretly feel he has fallen head over heels in love with the ‘Seryang’ girl. You should see his adoration filled smiles whenever the Seryang movie Ad is on.
Not to forget, he is a big Ap Bokto fan. We even have Ap Bokto poster in our bedroom. ☺
He has graduated from his JCB books to Dr. Suess books. His favorite is the “fox in socks”. Ask him to show you any particular page from the book, he’ll show you exactly what you ask him. (Am I proud?) Currently he has embraced DORA book as his bed time favorite. “Dolo” he says, picking the book. Awww! He ‘s sooo cute. He identifies all the characters in the Dora book and never forgets to shake his little finger whenever we come on a page with Swiper on it. “Swiper no swiping,” I say it for him while he shakes his finger.
He loves playing “Temple Run” on his father’s phone and because I deleted all games from my phone, he simply uses it to take selfies. Oh my! You should see him pout for the camera.
Well, he has his favorite Pooh-bear bag, which he religiously carries while going to reach his sisters to school. Yes! Every morning he has to go to school,carrying that bagpack. Ain’t that sweet!
And a boy that he is, He can’t resist watching ‘Jostling’ (that’s his term for wrestling) whenever he sees it while surfing the channel on TV.
And he is biggest fan of all kinds of things that moves on wheels. He likes being taken on ride and points to every ,”Dozu”…..”Trak”….”Tacktey”….”baass” (Guess what are all these automobiles???? :0 )
But best of all, he simply loves turning towards me and taking me in his embrace whenever he is around me and people he is around me all the time. ;)
Happy Birthday dear boy! You are what keeps us alive!
write
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Raising a Son
He came in our world on 31st March, 2013- my son! Friends who heard about his birth congratulated me and remarked,” Now your family is complete!” To them, I want to knock and ask,” Hello! What is your definition of complete?”
I cannot deny the fact that two years earlier, I never thought that my family was incomplete. But this definitely doesn’t mean that the birth of my son was no joyous moment.
My husband grinned the most upon learning that we had a son. “Phew! After eight years of being bullied around by three women, I badly needed a male partner!” he boomed with happiness (only time will tell whose side he is gonna be on ;) )
But there are reasons that called for celebratory reunions:
1. Three grand daughters later, he is the first grandson on my husband’s side. Well, another granddaughter has been added after him. So! Yippeee he is the star grandchild!
2. I don’t need to fret and fume about going to school. Which woman wouldn’t want to stay back home and giggle and bask in the glory of one’s home?
3. Finally, blues have come up in otherwise pink and purple clothes and things ( a welcome break!)
Now coming to the main debate: is raising a son different from raising a daughter?
Asking me? The answer is a big YES!!!
How? Here’s how?:
1. Physically you have to be wriggling around like a fish. A son is more physically active than daughters. Any guests coming in our house exclaims,” oh my! Even a fish doesn’t move around like your son does.” So you can imagine how much running around I’ve to do. Excuse me! Did you just ask me about my weight? Ahem! That’s owing to all the food I get to ingest only because I’ve the luxury to be home. ;)
2. Ever thought being caught in a traffic jam is the worst thing? Try a son! All the rooms in the house is blocked by countless numbers of bikes, monster trucks and cars. The whirring wheels of the Monster Trucks, the uninterrupted songs form the bikes, the screeching sounds of the racing cars…Real traffic is nothing, trust me!
3. Bye bye nap times. A son naps for shorter periods, keeping you on your toes all the time.
4. Boys are born with the need to climb and poke and break stuff. They’ll climb on the windows, on the TV stand, on dressers, well suffice it to say, everywhere. So, you need to be alert at all times.
5. There is more stomping and screaming in the house. The boy stomping all around and the girls screaming from these disturbances.
IT is different but beautiful all the same. A son or a daughter doesn’t matter, so long as you have kids at home, it lends a different mood to the house. Enjoy their childhood while you can ‘cause they grow up so fast!!!
P.S This is definitely my personal experience and not to be taken for serious research on the topic ;) :)
I cannot deny the fact that two years earlier, I never thought that my family was incomplete. But this definitely doesn’t mean that the birth of my son was no joyous moment.
My husband grinned the most upon learning that we had a son. “Phew! After eight years of being bullied around by three women, I badly needed a male partner!” he boomed with happiness (only time will tell whose side he is gonna be on ;) )
But there are reasons that called for celebratory reunions:
1. Three grand daughters later, he is the first grandson on my husband’s side. Well, another granddaughter has been added after him. So! Yippeee he is the star grandchild!
2. I don’t need to fret and fume about going to school. Which woman wouldn’t want to stay back home and giggle and bask in the glory of one’s home?
3. Finally, blues have come up in otherwise pink and purple clothes and things ( a welcome break!)
Now coming to the main debate: is raising a son different from raising a daughter?
Asking me? The answer is a big YES!!!
How? Here’s how?:
1. Physically you have to be wriggling around like a fish. A son is more physically active than daughters. Any guests coming in our house exclaims,” oh my! Even a fish doesn’t move around like your son does.” So you can imagine how much running around I’ve to do. Excuse me! Did you just ask me about my weight? Ahem! That’s owing to all the food I get to ingest only because I’ve the luxury to be home. ;)
2. Ever thought being caught in a traffic jam is the worst thing? Try a son! All the rooms in the house is blocked by countless numbers of bikes, monster trucks and cars. The whirring wheels of the Monster Trucks, the uninterrupted songs form the bikes, the screeching sounds of the racing cars…Real traffic is nothing, trust me!
3. Bye bye nap times. A son naps for shorter periods, keeping you on your toes all the time.
4. Boys are born with the need to climb and poke and break stuff. They’ll climb on the windows, on the TV stand, on dressers, well suffice it to say, everywhere. So, you need to be alert at all times.
5. There is more stomping and screaming in the house. The boy stomping all around and the girls screaming from these disturbances.
IT is different but beautiful all the same. A son or a daughter doesn’t matter, so long as you have kids at home, it lends a different mood to the house. Enjoy their childhood while you can ‘cause they grow up so fast!!!
P.S This is definitely my personal experience and not to be taken for serious research on the topic ;) :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
papa! We miss you.
The sun is an orange fireball
Castaway in the distant horizon.
"Sun" I point
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He replies.
Eyes downcast, I walk
Fresh gravels grovel long under my feet.
"Stones" I pick it up
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He asks again.
Tall arecanut trees stands
Stretching out their head to the sky.
"Doma" I show
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He utters sadly.
Twittering birds hover in the sky
Dark specks flying back home.
"Birds" I yell out
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He snivels.
A twitch in my heart
I yearn for his presence.
"Come" I bring him on my lap
My son who was saddled on my shoulder.
We sit, facing the Orange ball
Counting the small pebbles
Looking through the arecanut trees
With the birds flying back home.
"Papa!"we both utter together
Missing him the same.
(Written while vacationing in gelephu with my kids, while their papa toiled hard in the cold harsh winter of Thimphu. Our son Ninda loves him a lot!)
Castaway in the distant horizon.
"Sun" I point
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He replies.
Eyes downcast, I walk
Fresh gravels grovel long under my feet.
"Stones" I pick it up
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He asks again.
Tall arecanut trees stands
Stretching out their head to the sky.
"Doma" I show
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He utters sadly.
Twittering birds hover in the sky
Dark specks flying back home.
"Birds" I yell out
To my son saddled on my shoulder.
"Papa?" He snivels.
A twitch in my heart
I yearn for his presence.
"Come" I bring him on my lap
My son who was saddled on my shoulder.
We sit, facing the Orange ball
Counting the small pebbles
Looking through the arecanut trees
With the birds flying back home.
"Papa!"we both utter together
Missing him the same.
(Written while vacationing in gelephu with my kids, while their papa toiled hard in the cold harsh winter of Thimphu. Our son Ninda loves him a lot!)
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