Three months letter

Dear Peanut,

At 3 months you are a handfull. You hardly give me any time to write about you. Even now, as am writing this, you are sleeping on me, cuddling my cushy tummy. You prefer this to the plush crib. The crib houses all your toys, plush animals and board books. And I can't stop cribbing about this. I really need to train you to sleep in your crib. Soon, soon.

You love conversing with people. The babble never stops. I call you the chatter box. You take after your grandpa. The flaring of the nose and the Aaaaabyaa....waaaa...byoooo...gooooo...aghoooo....is just so cute. Your dad has recorded all your antics. You will see it some day. You love the play gym. The red ant is your favorite. Anything you grasp in your hand is promptly taken to your mouth and is chewed on. The plush monkey's tail has taken the brunt a million times. You love to be carried around the house. Seriously, you should see my biceps. And, the best of all, you sleep through the night! You are very sweet that way. You still stick your lower lip out when you are upset. You looove balloons. Like me. You play with Whitey during diaper change. There is a Greeny too. Ghanta Singh (the bell used in poojas) comes to my rescue when you are bawling and nothing else can pacify you.

You lie on the boppy when I read to you.The very hungry caterpillar continues to fascinate you. So does brown bear, brown bear and Spot. Grandparents are absolutely entertained by you. Everytime you see someone, you flash that million dollar smile! The more we see it, the more we want to see. Day by day you are becoming more like how your dad wanted you to be. My looks and his brains. I know, he can be mean sometimes. Actually, you are a nice blend of me and him. You can hold your head up most of the time. But when it plops and hits my shoulder you have a meltdown. You are trying hard to roll over and cry in frustration when your hand comes in the way. Anger. You certainly have both our genes in that department.

We got a Tiramisu cake for your third month completion. Made rasmalai at home and dined at Taj Palace.

Finally, I got this letter done in haste. Don't grow up so fast. Else, we will have to think of a brother or sister for you. What do you say? Would you like a playmate?

Love,
Mama.

Ball game!

Peanut's first ball game at 12 weeks! She was a button the whole evening. Was happy to sit in the baby carrier and turn her lil head around taking in the world around her. She cooed and smiled at all those who fawned over her. She got more attention from everyone at the stadium than poor Mariners!

Oh and we are back!

The little person at home has me on my toes all day. So busy that I missed recording all the fun and life as such. And all I can do now (while Peanut is napping on A) is a bullet post. A highly disorganized one at that.

• Peanut had her two months Pediatrician visit. Not too impressed by her current doc, I decided to try a different one, so we made an appointment with Woodinville Pediatrics. She was going to get her shots, so one can imagine my state. I was a nervous wreck. I still fail to understand how someone can have the heart to poke each of her cute plump thighs with a needle!? With my heart hammering in my throat, we reached the doctor's office. Upon taking her out of her car seat, we discovered to our horror that Peanut's diaper failed to do its job. Her pink frock was covered in holy crap, while she was gurgling awayas though all was well. A handled the messy situation deftly by almost emptying the box of wipes that was lying in the room. Within few minutes Peanut was smelling of roses. She only cried a little when she was poked and was quickly pacified by a bottle. But like her mom she never forgets anything easily. She kept remembering the pokes and was sticking her lower lip out the rest of the day.
• Her sleep schedule was haywire the next week. She would wake up at 5:00 am, take a dozen cat naps each lasting five or ten minutes and fall sleep at 6:00 pm. Her lack of sleep has made me cranky and ill tempered. I can hardly find some time to comb my hair. If I step out on the deck in the backyard, I am sure the bluebird will bring tiny twigs and drop them on my head, in its attempt to build a cozy little nest.
• As if to treat her to something nice after the horrid shots, we took her to the Zoo :P. Yep, it was more for us. The trail was bumpy, so she couldn't sleep in her stroller and was super cranky. She demanded to be fed every half hour. We couldn't wait to get back home after six hours in the Zoo with a nutty Peanut. All the animals were drowsy after their lunch at noon. It felt great to be a kid again, squealing delightedly at the Giraffee, Kangaroo, Lion, Leapord, et al.
• Beach bums by nature, we took Peanut to the beach at Luther Burbank park the following weekend. It was a beautiful day and the water was not very cold either. We had a ball. Peanut loved the water as well. The sound of waves calms her.
• The book gene has been successfully passed on. Bring on the Very hungry Caterpillar, Fuzzy Bee, Brown Bear Brown Bear and you have a happy baby!

I hate how telegraphic this post is, but that is all I can do in this little time. Ciao!