"Don't ever take sides with anyone against the family again. Ever!", I mumbled as he mumbled back. The 3 kgs I've put on in the past 1 week (cause of eating all that food and all those sweets) added to the character and the puffy cheeks.
But Ronash has puffier cheeks. He is 1 year 2 months and weighs 12+ kgs. We subjected him to a public diaper change, then a public bath, then a public what not.... the things babies have to go through when they are small :-) He likes to lift heavy things and push things from one end of the room to the other side, and then smiles as if he has found the soln to world peace. Speaks in monosyllabic sentences. Calls everyone "Dad" and anything to eat "Mum". My sister Natasha started speaking when she was 6 months. I on the other hand took time; sometime around a year and a half or even later. Guess I was the silent type even then :-)
The little fellow gives this cute smile and then sometimes pretends to kiss you, but bites instead. And then he gives the cute smile as if he didn't do anything. I remember I used to bite people till I was pretty big. Sometimes even draw blood :-) Then I would run home and hide under the bed cause their mothers would come to complain to my parents. My sister Sonali has these bite marks on her hand till now. Once when I bit her she poked me with a pencil and it landed just above my nose between my eyes. The lead piece broke and you could see a black thinghy below the skin for a couple of years before it was finally absorbed. So the little fellow definately gets those biting traits from our side :-) Natasha though, was never the violent type or felt too mature to indulge in petty violence. I used to also think I was a part of Gulliver's travels and tie Sonali's hair to the bed with strings when she was asleep. I gonna teach him how to do that.
My sister Sonali is due in June and then I was wondering if I should lobby for another post as Godfather. I decided to make them an offer they couldn't refuse, Godfather estyle. However they told me before that itself that I'm gonna be the Godfather again :-) Yippie!!!!
However the reality of the post soon hits you. "You're his godfather. Go play with him". "You are his godfather. Go look after him". "You are his godfather. He's too heavy, carry him".
And then it turns out that there are duties for godfather's in waiting. "You have to come with me cause you have to carry my luggage".
But Ronash has puffier cheeks. He is 1 year 2 months and weighs 12+ kgs. We subjected him to a public diaper change, then a public bath, then a public what not.... the things babies have to go through when they are small :-) He likes to lift heavy things and push things from one end of the room to the other side, and then smiles as if he has found the soln to world peace. Speaks in monosyllabic sentences. Calls everyone "Dad" and anything to eat "Mum". My sister Natasha started speaking when she was 6 months. I on the other hand took time; sometime around a year and a half or even later. Guess I was the silent type even then :-)
The little fellow gives this cute smile and then sometimes pretends to kiss you, but bites instead. And then he gives the cute smile as if he didn't do anything. I remember I used to bite people till I was pretty big. Sometimes even draw blood :-) Then I would run home and hide under the bed cause their mothers would come to complain to my parents. My sister Sonali has these bite marks on her hand till now. Once when I bit her she poked me with a pencil and it landed just above my nose between my eyes. The lead piece broke and you could see a black thinghy below the skin for a couple of years before it was finally absorbed. So the little fellow definately gets those biting traits from our side :-) Natasha though, was never the violent type or felt too mature to indulge in petty violence. I used to also think I was a part of Gulliver's travels and tie Sonali's hair to the bed with strings when she was asleep. I gonna teach him how to do that.
My sister Sonali is due in June and then I was wondering if I should lobby for another post as Godfather. I decided to make them an offer they couldn't refuse, Godfather estyle. However they told me before that itself that I'm gonna be the Godfather again :-) Yippie!!!!
However the reality of the post soon hits you. "You're his godfather. Go play with him". "You are his godfather. Go look after him". "You are his godfather. He's too heavy, carry him".
And then it turns out that there are duties for godfather's in waiting. "You have to come with me cause you have to carry my luggage".
6 comments:
oh, so godfathers do all that! will u be my future kid's god-daddy then? pretty plz???
okie... but I'll charge by the hour :-)
that or special bengali sweets every now and then...
He is soooo cute! I can just picture him pretending to kiss and then trying to chomp on you! I bet he has you eating out of the palm of his hand.
he didn't do it to me... but sometimes when ppl are sleeping he will cuddle them and then suddenly bite... legs.. wherever... my dad was telling me that when they were in sydney he used to sleep on his tummy and then suddenly take a chomp :-)
reminds me of the animated movie madagascar :-)
ur nephew is adorable :)
yeah he is cute.. :-)
I miss playing with him... and cuddling him...
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