Life-ing it up...

I've said it once and I'm going to say it again... M makes me look like the epitome of patience. I picture myself with a halo these days, the supreme mother, smiling beatifically at her daughter who mistakes the titty for a teether sometimes. M is of the notion that 'it' needs a stretch test quite regularly. Having said that, now that she is 6 months old, she feeds quite actively and these nursing sessions are liberally interrupted with the most adorable things and actions. Breastfeeding can and will stop for any number of momentous things happening in the universe. What it all boils down to is that I will have to bear it all without the slightest movement, as long as she isn't done feeding.  In spite of everything, I just cant help but be amused at her antics. So, let me point out just some of the reasons for M to take a break from her feeding. I cleared my throat. I picked up my cellphone or it beeped or I tried to check my email, etc. Daddy walked in the ...

I know it's been a long time since I last wrote a post. But I have the biggest excuse ever... I've got a baby to take care of! M is doing fine, she is at six weeks now and quite temperamental. I think she will be quite moody when she grows up. Now that I think of it, I think she will give her boyfriend a hard time. Like for instance, they decide to meet up at a particular bus stop and then on to a movie or something. The poor guy turns in a tad bit late (mind you, the key point being just a little bit late) then either she would leave by the very bus the guy came in or would go up till the theatre and take a single ticket to watch the movie alone. Poor guy! S says, I'm just projecting my own latent mean girl vibes on her. Anyway, what I mean to explain is that you get a millisecond late in feeding her, or her bath water is not presented in the exact right temperature or maybe her hairbrush is not moving in the right direction and you will have your ears blasted with the s...