Sunday Is A Fun Day

As the title suggests, Sunday is truly a fun day- to get up late is my idea of fun. I would wake up only when my father's friend-Naresh uncle comes to meet me. And with his visit would my money kitty go up by another Rs 100. Time for the daily massage and bath- I am beginning to enjoy my massage and bath now especially because I get to enjoy the winter sun right afterwards.. Smart Kid! Huuhh. I would wear my light green top jacket and head to the waiting sun as soon as I am done- obviously helped by my father; I know how to make him move his butt off that bed. I would then sleep for at least 3 hours at stretch. In the evening my father would go to market and bring me few balloons and a swing. If I look back and analyse- I would say that Sunday was all about resting. Here are some pictures taken today...

Right after my bath-

Another one-

My father got me balloons-
One More-

And a swing as well-

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First Day In My Dehradun Home

Although Saturday; still I would wake up early to start it on a refreshing note in my own home. My dadee would complete my daily routine of massage and bath to prepare me for the waiting sun. My dada would get me my Rudra bhai's pink cradle so that I may sleep in the open and enjoy the bright winter sun. It was my first such experience and I would wake up until my father starts to click pictures of flowers in our lawn. I hope he is aware that I am the most beautiful flower........so he would click my pictures with colourful flowers providing in the background. You know our Dehradun home has two beautifully manicured lawns. You got to see it to believe in the beauty of those lawns. Let me help you with some pictures.........

After my Bath-

Inside my pink cradle-

I love roses-

And these roses-

Wow! I am in love with yellow-

And this rose too-
Wow! This is best-

I can smell it-

Lovely red-

Nice bouquet-

While my photo shoot was on, I was shuffling between sleep mode and wake-up mode; but would doze off to sleep right afterwards. Blistering Dehradun sun is making me sleep a lot. You know winters in Dehradun are divine as compared to smoggy and foggy Gurgaon. And, I am really enjoying this weather; although my body will take some time to get accustomed to this weather. However, once it does, I know I will find it hard to adjust to any other city barring Doon...

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My First Train Journey

5th December would start with my Rudra bhai proceeding for New Delhi airport to catch his early morning flight to Pune along with my chachee; my chacha and dadee would drop them off at the airport. My Ashu chacha will now be all alone in our Gurgaon home for few days as I too would leave for my Dehradun home by an afternoon train with my dadee, papa and mummy. My mother would finish the packing with my dadee’s assistance well in time; and soon I would find myself accompanying them in a cab for my first interaction with a large crowd at New Delhi railway station. Locating huge crowds in India requires no major effort; all you have to do is to hit the roads and they will lead you there. Back to my story again- my papa would look for our name in the reservation list and we would soon be seating on seat No 12-13-14 of Coach C1. Time to click my pictures inside the railway coach- so here it is..

Ain't this smile cute!-
Our train would reach Dehradun at 10.20pm against its scheduled arrival time of 9.20pm. My dadee would rush me inside our waiting car to beat the cooler Dehradun weather and it would soon sped away to our Sahastra-Dhara road home to find my waiting dada at the gate. My Radhee dada, Himmu dadee and Mukki chacha (my papa’s uncle, aunty and cousin) would also be there to welcome me and I would enter my own home (Gurgaon one is a rented one) in my dadee’s lap. My roving eyes are trying to spot the difference in the surroundings and I must tell you that they are many. Biggest one is that this space is my own private space- a result of all the hard work of my dada, dadee, papa, bua and chacha helped by my mummy and chachee in their own respective ways. My dadee would then take me inside my bua’s bedroom- called so as she designed it and lived in it prior to her marriage; and I would soon find me lying on a bed that saw Ridhima didi and Rudra bhai over it in the past.
The room is cosy and warm as my dada switched on the heater at least an hour back- How thoughtful! It is about time that my clothes are changed and I am given feed- I would propose and my dadee and mother would dispose as soon as I propose. I would soon doze off to my sleep ending a day that saw me undertake my first train journey to see my Dehradun home through my own eyes.

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Crying Babies Need Milk

The day started in a frenzied manner- as everyone was running late for work and that too on their respective important days. But I was busy sleeping and would not wake up even to see off my father before he leaves for work. Later, my dadee would wake me up and give me my daily massage and bath; while my mother dons the role of a photographer & would click some pictures. One that of crying..................
And this one right after I took my bath- wrapped in a towel gifted by Rakesh uncle. I usually feel hungry right after my bath and I wouldn't change my habit today as well and would soon go to sleep. On the other hand, my dadee and mom would soon get busy packing as we will leave for Doon tomorrow afternoon. In the evening, my father and mom would go to market to buy me diapers/nappies/tops/booties/innerwears. I would stay home with my dadee as I am sleeping. Moment after I wake up, I would start to cry and will not stop until my dadee gives me top feed. I would find myself in my mom's lap as soon my mom and dad are back.

I have developed some liking for a still ceiling fan. I just love it....more on it later....

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My First Monthly Birthday

You know, I am a 1 month old little girl today. It feels little unusual as the feeling of being called as-"one month old" is yet to sink in. Time just flies....it was just few days back when I was in the hospital waiting to come home. But that is past and so is this first month after my birth.

Although it is an altogether different story that I can choose to go back into that one month as & when I would want to- open my blog and start reading the archives.... simple baba....My day started in a hurry as my papa has a lot of work to do at work as part of board meeting preparation. Besides, today is also my date with doctor Manish uncle. My father would drop us at the hospital and leave for his work. While my dadee and mummy would accompany me to doctor uncle. Uncle was happy at my progress and gave me my vaccination as per my chart. It was slightly painful initially but I negotiated it well. My dadee and mummy would then bring me home in a cab. I was little sleepy and I would soon go to sleep. My mother's colleagues from her work would visit us in the afternoon to meet me- yes, not my mother but me...I felt great meeting all the aunties- Poonam, Soma, Rajni, Rupinder, Sabina- all came with a nice gift hamper. My mother was visibly happy to meet her colleagues after a long hiatus. I am afraid she will have to wait little longer to be in that office again... Sad for her but great for me!

I would conveniently go to sleep afterwards to wake up in the evening only. My mother would send Tinku chacha for my first monthly birthday cake. I would wait endlessly as both my Chacha and Papa are working late in office. As soon as they reached home, my Rudra bhai would help me cut my cake-chocolate one.He would clap with both hands and look happy- after all he played a perfect elder brother tonight. It's time to eat cake (my mom tried it on me too)and dinner.While everyone is having dinner, I would wait for my mother finish hers and feed me afterwards. It would be a while before I go off to sleep and my mother would have no choice but to sit upright and feed me. Soon, when I am done with feed, I would go to sleep with a smile on my face- a smile meant to express my happiness on celebrating my first monthly birthday.

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