Today, after k left for work, Nadi and I were doing our usual routine of teeth brushing, changing, shutting off bathroom lights, when he suddenly started with his “uhhh, uhhh” and pushing in a particular direction ( a new thing he’s learnt to show what he wants next). I picked up his toothbrush. No. The soap-dish. No. k’s comb? Yes. He took it, looked at me delightedly and suddenly ran it through his hair. (insert tears of joy here)
Yesterday, as we were finishing up Nadi’s lunch- this time round eaten sitting smack in the center of the bed rather than the high chair, he suddenly grins and scoots full speed to the edge of the bed. In panic I start shoving the bowls of food aside to grab him when, nearing the edge, he suddenly slows down, turns a full 360 degrees around, looks straight at me with a smile, and descends his feet to the floor until they are steady and then hops down. And no he cannot walk yet. (again insert tears of wondrous joy here)
About 2 weeks ago, the nth repition of “Mama ko kisshhyy do” earned Momma an open mouthed peck on the cheek. And now he’s a pro. All you have to do is earn it. (repeat as above)
Three weeks ago, on a particularly hot day, as I put him down on the bed with a loud hot sigh and “huuuhhhhhh” sound before I switched the ac on, he looked at me and the at the ac quizzically. Since then the sound huuuuh earns the ac an appreciative look.
Chiyya is bird. Mummumm water. Dedo give. Laa-do bring. Happaaapapa is food. I find it bloody amazing that these normal ordinary daily boring-for-other-people things fascinate me enough to want to capture every single moment down- especally in how totally awed and humbled they make me feel.