My First Day at School

My little boy starts school today. He is so excited about it as I dress him up in his little white uniform.He is thrilled to have a new dress to wear and dances around on the bed in enthusiasm. As I pack his bags, he wants to check out everything. I write his name on his ID card and try to pin it up on his dress, he doesn't like this as it is spoiling his new clothes. He pulls and throws it away as I smile down at him. I help him put on his white socks and clean his shoes till they shine, prim and proper he is all dressed for school.

As we leave for school, I am a bit nervous and apprehensive. I will be leaving  him alone with a crowd of strangers. As he settles down in this new environment, he will build new friends and new confidates. A favourite teacher to guide him along the way and take care of him as I am away. He will pick up many new things at school and learn many new lessons, develop new habits and engage his curosity to the maximum. Away from home, in a new world my son will grow and become a new person.

Each day as I ask you what did you learn today, you may shrug your shoulders and walk away or excitedly share with me some stories for the day. I look forward to all these moments and hope you have a lovely and fun filled journey ahead.

I walk you down to school and you give me a little peck on the cheek as I carry you along. I love you my little boy and together we being a new phase in your life singing our favourite song..."Lets go to the school, learn some lessons!!! La La La....Lets go to the school right now!"

My conversation with my father!

Like all father and son relationships, I and my father also have our set of deep conversations.

We often discuss things during our car trips together. These short trips together give us the much needed “US” time so that we can discuss about life and its intricacies!

Our sentence exchange may be short and silence may fill the void but trust me they hold a lot of meaning, which again only a father would understand… I tell him about everything on those trips. How my day was, am I excited about something, do I enjoy the time spent with him, everything…

However at my age, with my limited vocabulary you know how difficult it is to describe everything, but I know my one line in my several tones, put to rest all my concerns as my father understand what I mean, every time I tell him…”PAPA, Bus!”

“Papaaa…Bus”, shows excitement
”Papa, Bus” reflects content!
“PAPA, Bus” simple pleasure of life
“PAPA!!!, BUS!!!” is pure joy!!!
“Papa, papa, Bus” …and then this is what happened…
”Papa,…Bus”, you know I love you isn’t it…

This is all we discuss about, every time we are together…and I know, my papa knows and understands...

In my father’s phoos ….(Shoes)!

I have this fascination for phoos… and it’s a big problem you know, not for me but my mama and papa!


I love wearing my father’s phoos. Any kind and make is fine, be it his office phoos or the casuals or sportswear…they just amaze me to no extend. Now you’ll say it’s really ok, after all boys do try to imitate their father’s, but my parents don’t seem to think so…

My mom tries and keeps the phoos as far as possible from me…and now she has started keeping them on top of the cupboard instead of the phoos rack because I can open drawers. After all I am a smart big boy

All I do with the phoos is walk around in them making the flip flop noise from one room to another. I don’t know why they think I will ruin them?

I am also very particular about keeping them clean. I always make it a point to polish my father phoos, even if he has already done it and then fetch a duster to clean them up as well, this inspite of repeated calls from my mother to keep away the shoe shine! She should realize I am being a responsible child and maintaining and cleaning things!! But all she thinks are my hands are getting dirty, I have polish on my clothes!!! Uff these parents, who’ll explain it to them…

The other day my mom got me new blue phoos, I could have slept in them, if only she wouldn’t have forced me to remove them!

I just love my phoos!!! And my parents phoos and all phoos!!! And everytime I see them I just screech in delight!!!

Asserting My Independence!

I am a big boy now. Completed 18 months!!! And boy that is big enough!


I have my own things to do and my own ways to do them. I don’t like much handholding or interference when I do things. And I mean it literally…My mom or grandma usually takes me for walks in the evenings, I like finding my way around the road and footpath, navigating those small ups and downs. So it’s really annoying when they insist on holding my hand! Uff!!!

When we travel by the bus, I prefer sitting by my self and not in somebody else’s lap…come on guys I am grown up now, I need my own seat. Even when I go out with dad, I prefer sitting by myself in the backseat to enjoy the view.

I insist on eating my food by myself and drinking water from a proper glass and not some silly little mug. Although I create a huge mess after that, but I know mommy will clear it up for me…

I also decide what I want to eat. I know where mom keeps all the food, so I usually prefer opening the fridge by myself to pick my choice of fruit or snack. You know, it’s more convenient that way, rather than my parents continuously asking me if I am hungry.

My mom also lets me choose the clothes I wish to wear, till she gets fed of me picking the same t-shirt every second day. I think she finds it weird washing the same set of two clothes every second day and feels what the point of having a wardrobe then. But common on, you need to check my comfort as well!

I enjoy listening to music, quite soothing must say. But getting my parents to switch to my favourite music channel and songs is surely a challenge! They sure do seem to get fed up pretty soon listening to the same song…but again, its my favourite and I think they should understand…

There are many more things which I am unable to explain to them, but wait till I start talking…I’ll explain things effectively then. Till then I think they just need to understand that I am a big boy now.

Bruuh Bruuh goes the Car!

Daddy has a big car that goes Bruuh Bruuh….Pomp Pomp…and I get to drive the Car on weekends!!! It is so exciting and I love it!

Every morning when Dad goes to office, he takes me along with him to the car. I see in him off to work waving and giving him flying kisses. If he is a few minutes early he takes me for a small round in the car. I just love this time with him and I hold on to him as soon as he gets dressed for work. Mommy gets me dressed as well and I wear my shoes and walk him down to the car.Neatly washed and dressed, I walk proudly next to my dad, to the car everyday!

Daddy takes me for a round in his car & I get to sit in his lap on the driver’s seat as we slowly drive around. But I prefer standing in his lap so I can see the road. If I sit I can’t see anything. He also lets me hold his hand when he changes the car gear and it just goes up and down and right and left…hehehehehe.

 I know we can’t drive the car on the main road where the traffic is heavy so I obediently sit in my mom’s lap and keep looking at my dad in utmost admiration as he navigates the car around in heavy traffic. At times I play with the music system, pressing buttons at random and see the lights go on and off…but sometimes I am too tired so I just lie back and comfortably sleep in the air conditioner.

I enjoy the long car drives and look forward to weekends when I can drive around with daddy!.

Special Time in Mama’s Lap!

I have a big picture book which has lots of photographs of birds, animals, things & activities.As such I prefer spending my time playing with my toys and in the garden but at times I really feel like snuggling into mommy, so out comes my big green picture book!

I sit in mama’s lap and she reads out loudly to me. As we turn the pages slowly, mama points out things to me, tells me their names, colors and we also sing songs and make loud animal and bird sounds.

I have learnt so many things because of this. Mama got me an aeroplane and showed me how it flies, now everytime she shows me the picture I can pick the toy and bring it to her. We play the animal game by pointing out all animals and singing the “Old Mc Donald Song”. I giggle and laugh as mama sings and plays with me. It is so much fun…

At times she also lets me turn pages and I squeal with enjoyment. I have learnt the birthday song and everytime mommy points out the cake and sings, I clap my hands together as she has taught me.

Reading the book is enjoyable and mom has told me she will be getting me more books so that we can read together. But the best part is sitting in mama’s lap and cuddling her and laughing together. I give her lots of kisses after that!

My New Found Independence

At 9 months I had discovered the joys of walking around. I would hold on to anything near by like a chair, a table or my stroller, pull myself up and start walking. It was an exuberating feeling I tell you!!

Now I have made a slightly better progress as I manage to run across the shortest distance with my hands pushing away the air in front of me, basically it means arms outstretched! And it is so much fun running into my parents open arms! I squeal with delight as I achieve my mission. I walk around the whole house, gliding across the walls, running towards the nearest furniture calling out to my amma (well, that’s what I call my mom for you novice folks) or papa papa papa…..depending on whose around.

I also go for walks in the garden with my mother, so we can watch the birds and the dogs. I often call out to the birds, screaming “baads” but they just go swoosh & swoosh around me! I have never been able to actually catch them. Even if I offer them chapattis, they pick it and fly off. Dogs are better in that matter, atleast they sit around& stare back! My mom tells me all about the sounds these animals make. I love it when she sings to me and tells me about “Old Mc Donald’s Farm”. Lucky fellow had such a variety of animals on his farm, all of whom would make different sounds….I love to hear the monkey go “hoop hoop hoop”!

I will be turning a year old in the next couple of days and I have fairly managed to walk well without support. I have got these little floaters that I wear every time I have to go out… with a little cat on the top and everytime I walk they squeak. It’s kind of funny walking around in them. But mom is very strict about it else I end up with really messy feet.

Since I can walk now, I can guide my parents to those things that I want. For example, if I want to go out I just pull and tug on to their dress and hands and take them to the door. Once it’s open I just need to guide them to the lift so that they can call for it and take me to the garden.

In the garden it’s more fun. I can take my mom to the slides or the nearby cycle parked to play. I can also just walk around watching the birds or play hide and seek around the parked cars. All and all its fun just being out of the house! I wish I could stay in the garden forever. I don’t miss any opportunity to come down in the garden…I am telling you, learning to walk has been the best thing to happen, now I just need to learn how to open that door in my house, so I can walk down to the garden myself!