Hello, this is Dlittle sending out quarterly updates. I self proclaim myself as the charm of this blog. Apparently, mummy hasn’t been able to update the blog for a while, blames it on her self set crazy work schedule. She has also been hiding her laptop from me after I showed my interest in it. Didi is home on a spring break this week, keeping mummy on her toes. I ought to grab this opportunity and so, here I go.
I can walk!! For the first time yesterday evening, April 14th 2008, I took three steps in a row. I don’t really fall down after the third step, but for some strange reason I sit down and start crawling. Most of today was spent practising the 3 step walk. Its exhilarating to try something new, more thrilling to watch the look on my parents and sisters face.
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I love my didi. She’s the best, especially when she wakes up in the morning, runs to my room, snuggles into me and mummy and showers kisses on us. Or when she greets me and never gets tired of talking about me to her friends when me and mummy go to pick her up from school. This one day I bumped my head on the wall while trying to walk with a finger support on the wall. It hurt and so I cried. When I did not stop in couple of minutes, my didi started crying as well. Mummy hugged both of us, when we all calmed down a bit, mummy asked her what made her cry. She said - ‘My sister got hurt, that’s why I was crying‘. Is there anything more I can ask for?
That’s not the complete picture, we do have our moments[a lot these days, after I have shown my independence by going mobile] of fist fighting and the like. That’s the way we keep ourselves entertained, is what I would like to think.
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Shortly after the last update mummy wrote, she gave up on cereals and got me started with daal, rice and veggies. Pressure cooked and mashed with a pinch of salt and ghee. It tastes good, it’s healthy, but it’s causing constipation, which was and still is her primary concern for not starting earlier. Adding a few palak leaves to the food does ease the constipation, every now and then I am force fed prune juice, which also helps. This combined with my super quick nursing time leads to the worry of me not getting enough milk. I don’t like the taste and sight of formula either. Couple of more months, then I can get started with whole milk.
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Mummy and papa make fun of me that I was possibly a motorbike racer or a dancer in previous life. I have this chair that sings when I sit on it. I figured this out, so I press it, then stand up and do my twist. Both the hands in the air at shoulder level with hand movement like I am accelerating a motorbike. Another twist that gets my parents hysterical is when I stand up, shake my bum and head at the same time. Whenever I do these twists, didi, mummy and papa go ga-ga over it. I get the needed attention and the cycle continues.
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It seems I am starting to show character. Stubborn it seems, a mind of my own. Impatient, it seems. Will eat if I want to. Point to be noted is the person stating this - my mom. The genes I have taken after. The mumbo jumbo tricks might get me to open my mouth, but you can’t force me to swallow, can you? I eat well, I really do. But only the foods I like. I don’t have a sweet tooth. While that’s supposedly a good thing, the same taste buds make me not wanting to eat fruits. I am trying to acquire the taste. Applesauce is not for me, but small bits of apples and cantaloupe I like.
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Just for the records, my 9th month weight is in the 25th percentile and height is in the 45th percentile. I kept my promise to stay slim and trim. sigh!!
Love,
Dlittle@10 months
