I wrote that one post on come back and went AWOL again. This time however, it wasn’t intentional. So much I want to pen down, yet I have been racking my brain this past hour on what to write first. Jump starting with the latest happening.

One more tick in the milestone chart. Dlittle is potty trained, almost. It wasn’t planned and there is nothing I did. It just happened.

Read it at your own risk. This one is going to be all about pee and poop. Not to complain of grossness after reading it.

About a fortnight back, I slid my hand into the drawer at the dark corner of the room, where I had stocked the huge lot of diapers shipped from the US. I knew there were only a handful left and it was on my list to refill them in the next visit to the store. I was in no hurry to potty train the second time around. Not with 3 kids and no school.(My nephew is here to stay with us and study, a very very sweet 13 year old. Will do a post on this soon). So, the handful that were left were all newborns, the LH bought these at the time we had run out of diapers and were waiting for our shipment to arrive. Dlittle was 16 or 17 months then. Apparently he had no clue how much she weighed. But the label – newborn? I don’t buy that weight logic. Anyways.

It was morning time, the littlest one was done with the big one, so postponed the diaper purchase for later that day and let her loose with 3 chaddi’s stacked one over the other. Was mentally prepared to let her pee in her pants, making sure I had stock of Dettol . Now, I must mention she is not talking a lot. Yet. Except for a lot of absolutely adorable gibberish and few matlabi words like kokos for chocolate, atto mumma aka hato mumma(Please move aside lady!), ti ti ne maala aka didi ne maara(Didi hit me), barney lola(Barney I love you song). An hour into being without diaper, she is running around the living room yelling tu tu. This tu tu is a synonym for a few words. Tu tu equals du-du(milk) early morning and after the nap. Tu tu with a drag at the end refers to shoes. That she is ready to head out.

I dismissed it thinking she must be wanting to go to the park. When the rut wouldn’t stop and I tried putting the shoes to calm her down, she started screaming at the sight of shoes with a big nuuuuu. Wasn’t milk time either.

The frequency of tu tu increased to once in 2-3 minutes. And then she suffixed something to it. aaliya.. tu tu aaliya.. The tube light in my head finally lit when she held my hands and dragged me to the restroom. tu tu aaliya == su su aa raha hai. She held her tu tu for a good half hour. I was pretty amazed. The poor thing did it even before I could position her rightfully on the pot. I guess I was so excited after all this, that I was running all over the living room screaming – Dlittle ne tu tu kiya, Dlittle ne tu tu kiya. The little one realized she has done something noteworthy, so after the next few visits, she would go to every member of the house individually and say – ti ti, tu tu aaliya. Papa – tu tu aaliya.

Now the part where I am still struggling. Since then, she has been on diapers for the night time only. The day after she self trained herself, when it was time for the big one, she dragged me to the restroom. Made me sit her and jumped out within 10 seconds. Crying.. No tu tu. No tu tu. No KOKO tu tu. (Koko tu tu aka chocolate su su aka potty. Took me a while to interpret ). After few attempts she finally pooped and then bawled like there is no tomorrow. She seems to be terrified by that thingee falling into the pot. As though she looses some precious thing from her body. It has been more than 2 weeks, this part is still a struggle. It takes at least 10 – 15 ten second trips to the restroom before she finally lets go. This has also made her constipated as she is trying to hold as far as she can. And she refuses to wear a diaper. Even in the night time, I have to sneak it in while she is asleep. Hopefully it is a matter of days.

And now, the latest news in brief. Missed out on Bangalore mom’s baby shower cum Bangalore Blogger’s meet this Friday. I had the choice to attend the shower and then visit the closest police station as yesterday was our last day of legal stay here. Or to sort out the visa issues which the Delhi waalas royally ditched us and then fixed it towards the end of the day. Whatever fun came out of rising our blood pressures. Anyhoo, all good now. But it cost me the opportunity to meet the bloggers. There is always a next time.
For now, Congrats Bangalore Mom. Here’s wishing you a very safe and super speedy delivery.