Just me and Peanut

What can I say, with just me and Peanut for company, life these days is a blur of events.

So, the grandparents left, bidding Peanut a sorrowful goodbye. Peanut moaned when they walked away with their trolleys in the airport. For a sec I thought she knew they were leaving.That night she cried, cried and cried. These babies are amazing. They can sense the sadness. One has to be chirpy around them. She was fine the next day though.
The happy baby that everyone christened her as is now actually turning into a cry baby. She wakes up every one hour, fussing and crying. She wants to be just held. She's scared her mommy would go away, far from her. As a result the swaddler is back in town. And Peanut is back in her swing. Not that it helps a great deal, just a little.
She won't be alone even for a min during the day either. If mama's not around there will be pouting of lower lip and yelps. So clingy. Resultantly, I have been taking her with me to the loo as well. Gone are the days when a coffee mug and my iPad used to be my sole companions on the throne. Now it is Peanut and her plush monkey. A thinks I should just let her cry it out. I feel she is still too small to be disciplined. So, I now put her in the baby carrier and get around with my work. Like today when I made dosas with her in my pouch. We are after all pink Kangaroos, what?

The cooing, gurgling, and giggling continues. Only at increasing decibels these days. She can roll over both sides and sit unsupported for few seconds after which she topples over. Peanut wants to reach out and grab everything that she sees. What's with the curiosity? Touch and feel everything, peep into the fridge or mama's t-shirt, rip any paper that she can get hold of, grab A's nose and pull it to her mouth, open her mouth wide when mama's having her lunch and on it goes. Suddenly she babbles more these days. Stranger anxiety is at its peak. I took her to Tea at Shiv's place the other day. She is usually a happy baby, so I bravely stepped out without a pacifier. Little did I know. Shiv's took her from me as soon as I entered and good lord! I had never heard that wail before. That unconsolable loud wail as if someone just beat her up. She settled after a bit, but then all the girls kept calling her "laddu" and took turns holding her and whoom! Waterworks again. This time she never stopped. I had to run with a wailing baby in my arms, from her house to mine. We live in the same community you see. Later when I told A about it, he burst out laughing saying had someone seen me they would have thought I was kidnapping a baby and called 911. Yeah, right. Laugh your ass off. You too, dear reader. Like someone said ROFLMAO.