We made it. We (yes, my little sis is a toddler too), made our dad represent the whole family for marchforbabies.org walk today and he did well too. He walked 5 miles but he has not lost a single pound and I seriously do not know how he does it. How he can not lose a single pound even after walking for 5 mi? Anyway, we can talk about it later.
Thanks to all you. You made it happen. Yours thoughts and donation helped us reach the goal (it was an ever moving goal post due to huge demand) faster in just 3 days. We (mom, dad, my little sis and I) are really indebted to all of you. For listening to us, for making it happen.
Dad walked ( It was more like mom made him walk). He was saying that there were people whose kids weighed 1.5 pounds. He said when they were trying to warm up for the walk he was already cooling down. That is what would happen when you turn up for a walk 2 hours early. When you wake us up before 5:30 am for your ( I mean our) walk. At one point, when he could not do more, the only thing that kept him going was your belief and trust in him (I know you mean us. He always thinks the world revolves around him!) and the famous adage
Quitters never quit, Winners never win!
At this point, I did not have the strength to correct him and inform him that it is actually Quitters never win and winners never quit. It does not matter what he thinks. He finished the 5 mi walk and you inspired him. All of you who listened to us, who read our mails, who picked our phones. You are one of us. You make the world better. You walked along with him and you made it happen. Thanks again and thanks for making this world a better place a step at a time.
And I forgot about my sis. My little sis is not a premie any more. She is more like my competitor. She snatches everything from my hands. I am expected to share everything with her while she is expected to take everything from me. Please ask her to share things with me and please do not ask me to share things with her.
Thanks again for listening to me, reading this and thank you for everything.
My Aunt (my mom’s sis) called us the other day, squealing in delight.
It seems my cousin was about to be started on solids. Yeah! We did it, we did it (Dora Style 😉 ) Congrats to my cousin on reaching this milestone.
But dear Aunt – Chill. Take a deep breath and relax. I do not want to dampen your spirits but did you know that I have already moved on to chicken? I have travelled that path and crossed that bridge eons ago. Alas, no one publicized. I should have started my diary by then. No one appreciated it then and no one appreciates it now. Remember, eating does not count and it is only the thought that counts. Believe me I always think about food and eating it. I am quite good at it and only if you folks can appreciate it, the world would be a much better for us toddlers! Signing off in frustration at you folks but with happiness for my cousin who is on to solids already. It portends that he will be joining me on this blog very soon.
It’s weekend. Less play, more torture. Eat this, eat that. Ugh! I know you grown-ups like weekends but we, who go to day-care, do not like them. We need our space. I have made peace with the fact that I do not get that space nor can I expect that from you. Is it too much to expect?
My typical Day on weekends.
Get up. (It is supposed to be ” Get up lazily but I am not allowed to do that”)
Brush. (Helloooo. This is weekend. Why should I brush?)
Shower (Weekend, I do not need my shower)
Eat (I have my own view about eating.)
Yes, I run here and there after that (Okay I get it! I run even during eating) but that’s called digesting and helps me maintain my health.
Get up (not lazily, mind you!)
Eat (I have my own view about eating.)
Sleep (Saturday over)
And it starts all over again. Same cycle. Do you see something important missing in all of this? Yes. There is no “play” there.
It’s just eat this and eat that.
Running helter-skelter is not considered a play-time at my home. I would like to tell my folks that it is considered doing something busy by our toddler groups. Don’t you walk or run for your meetings? Answer me and you shall have your answer. I am pretty sure there will not be an answer.
I was doing face-time the other day with my cousin (my dad’s brother’s son). By the way, for me face time is when I look at my face in the mirror. I do not know why late Mr. Jobs had to take that term away from me. Anyway, my sweet and cute cousin had his head tonsured. This is a common ritual and it is supposed to be a milestone after the arrival into this cruel and materialistic world of yours
He was like this before
He is like this now
Okay maybe not exactly like the image above but close enough. You get the picture (pun intended!)?
I was also subjected to this years ago when I was young ( I am still YOUNG unlike you guys, mind you!). My folks expected me to smile while I was parted from my beloved first hair. I obliged. You know what I received after that?
An iPad? – No
An iPhone? – No
Dora? – No
Cookie Monster? – No
Lollipop? – No
All I got was a lousy shirt saying – guess what?
” My dad is the best the world”.
God, these people!
I do not know why grown-ups subject us to this cruelty. Let me explain to you in your terms so that you can understand.
When you work or mingle with people, you establish an image of yourself. People relate you with that image. They know you by the way you talk, the way you speak, the promises you keep, the promises you do not keep, the money you spend, the money you throw away. We toddlers on the other hand are known by our babble, “oohhh aaah”, “crying”, “smiles”,dresses saying I love my daddy and last but not the least by our hair. Once you take it away without our permission, how do you expect us to smile through that ordeal? Imagine someone taking your money away from you, your iPhone away from you, your Android away from you and try to relate to what we go through. After you understand our pain, I hope you can just treat us with RESPECT.
1. Wake up with a smile – Done
2. Hug Dora – Done
3. Blah Blah Babble – Done
4. Climb up and down – Done
5. Use Elmo Brush and swallow Elmo toothpaste – Done
Similar to this
The above picture is not that of mine but to a certain extent all toddlers have the same innocence. Trust me I know.
6. Run here and there when daddy tries to Brush my teeth – Done
7. To Drink milk or not to drink milk : Shakespearean Question – Done
8. Get ready to see my friends at school and give my folks some relief. Note: We toddlers are generally very caring no matter what the research says.
9. Go in mommy’s car. It’s time dad gets his car cleaned. Dad there is something called Trash can and I am taught to throw trash there not in your car.
I am really getting confused now. Where should I throw my trash, mommy? Something like this would work wonders for his car
10. Play play , no food. Sleep, play – Done
11. Come back home, no food, tear books( what we call reading looks tearing books to you. You folks should remember one thing – you won’t appreciate Spring if there is no Winter. Ergo, to appreciate books truly you need to tear them and lose them!) . By the way, who needs books when you have iPad?- Done
12. Wonder why iPad looks like a weighing machine and why daddy gives me this look
when I try to weigh myself on the iPad? – Done.
It is not my fault that iPad looks like a weighing machine. Ask late Jobs as he is the one who should be blamed.
Today was quite eventful. There was a big earthquake in Indonesia following which there was a Tsunami alert. There was report of minimal damage and thank God everything was fine. Infact, I should take back some of the words and say the day was very uneventful. Many of my friends and people here did not even bother about Earthquake but we panicked. I tried to make sure that my Dora was next to me and is indeed a friend. So what actually made the day more eventful was the following:
Yes! Voila! Dad got me Elmo toothpaste. It was like a God’s gift for me. Choo!Choo! Train toothpaste please do not feel bad. I love you too but change is the only thing that is constant. I will come back to you when my dad can find you in the Target Aisle. Mom keeps telling him but he keeps forgetting where to find the toddler or kid’s toothpaste. Poor soul. He says he searched for it but no one is ready to believe him. What do I care? I have my Elmo Toothpaste and toothbrush. Many more happy mornings and more "no-milk" days! Yes I know. I will get back to the milk story later, Gotta sleep. Beauty sleep and Dora Beckons me. YAWN! Good Night and take care everyone
Planning to request my younger sis to post her musings. Watch for this space.