My sweet little daughter arrived on 17th June , 6 months
after my husband joined a firm in Dehradoon (Uttrakhand) . Due to his new job, he was not getting leaves and was unable to spend much time with her as she was with me in my hometown Hapur(U.P.)
He got to meet her on alternate weekends , which means that he could hold her, cradle her and caress her only for that day... so, he used to cherish every little wriggle of her nose, the perfect small 'O' of her yawn, the way she clutched his thumb with her tiny fingers, the way she'd look from her kohl rimmed sparkling black eyes,the rhythmic breathing movement of her small body while sleeping, her tender skin and that sweet smell of a new born ...... Everything about her was endearing ... to me and to him.
Sleeping under the wraps of her colourful sheets she looked like a bud lying calmly in the folds of its petals- serene and divine. She was so small, a tiny bundle of softness .... scented and sweet.
She remained there at her Grandma's till she was 3 months old. Then she along with me and her brother moved back to Dehradoon.
Hmmmm .................. ...... those were the days of yore .......... because now when we all are living together, she has grown up and has started taking baby steps rather baby leaps! From that calm angelic beauty she's transformed into a too energetic toddler with a 200 watt electric current running in her veins which always propels her in all the wrong directions as of garbage bins, shoe racks and the gaps in the terrace railings , leaving her dear father panting for breath ..
That look of mischief is evident in her eyes which are now enormous and jet black and ALWAYS have that naughty shine !
Either she's pinching in his father's neck, ear or is eating with her toothless mouth whatever fleshy part of his she can get hold of . If not so then she's babbling in her piercing voice in the ears of papa dearest!
She don't drools, but absolutely loves to spurt out bubbles.... likes LOUD music and adores SRK songs, sways and claps to all catchy numbers, ringtones , marriage bands, screams of vegetable vendors and God only knows what .So we can say anything which is near to shouting in rhyme !
|Different moods of Yawning|
Bittoo .. Kon Hai Ye AADMI?
FOR WHOM HE SANG LULLABIES?
So, NOW when she is finally with her father, the situation is still the same. He still gets to admire her, caress her once in 15 days as it rarely happens that she sleeps before him or wakes after him! And if on some lucky day he finds her awake on returning from office , the central idea remains unchanged......... Papa dear will doze off after futilely trying to make her sleep and Daughter dearest is looking strangely as if wondering who is this man snoring in such a nice rhythm?
This is how my sweet little 9 months old daughter and her equally adorable Father are . :)