Month: December 2009

Buzz Tales

My day starts with Buzz getting up.

As I rub my eyes, pick Buzz up from her crib and walk to the living room, she hold on tight, blabbering in her baby language.

My Mom is already in the living room doing her Pranayaams. And the moment Buzz see her Nani she wants to be let down. So off she goes to climb on to Nani’s lap, get her morning dose of hugs and kisses. Once done Buzz makes a bee line to her toys. Mom gets back to her Pranayaam and I plop on the couch and open my laptop.

Soon mom gets the part of Pranayaam where she takes these real quick breaths, so quick inhale, quick exhale, repeat multiple times. Buzz head comes up. She looks at Nani very carefully, scrunches her nose and does the exact same thing, quick inhale, quick exhale, repeat a couple of times. Then she looks at my face and Nani’s face and lifts her hand up and turns her palm out as in an question: ‘What are you waiting for?’.

Mom and I burst out laughing while Buzz claps her hand at the appreciation.

That is a look back at my 2009 and this is a peek into my 2010.

Hope all of you have an extra special 2010. Will see you all next year.

Wishes galore

Kripya dhayaan dein. Eak vishesh suchna.

Blogging (writing, reading other blogs and commenting on them) is going to be a bit slow owing to the holidays, family in town and something else that is taking up all my time..

he he he..but I am having so much fun.

Regular programming will commence once the new year rolls around.

Till then wishing all of you A Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year

Thanks Matt for providing the Christmas Gifts that I want to share with Ramit, Chatterbox, Viswa, G, Psych Babbler, the 15 very special ladies  and all of you out there. And Matt of course gets the biggest and bestest of presents.

Suchna samaapt hue.  Rukaawat ke liye khed hai.

Travel Thursday – Wild Flowers

As the rays of the sun thaws the ground come spring, earth breaks out in a riot of colors. No one waters, digs, prunes, weeds them. They grow as they are, as they like, wild as their name suggests. And I see them everywhere but somehow am always in a rush or without a camera as I pass by.

One day late May as D and I parked our car and made our way up a hike, I could not resist. So out came the camera. As D got impatient, I took my time. The hike could wait, so what if we were 15 mins late getting to the summit. This was important to me. The beauty captured of the wild flowers for all time.

PS: Not really travel related. But this is for you Divz.

Gifts and their giving

One morning around mid November as I walked into my office building, I saw the Christmas tree was up decorated with little pink cards tied up in strings. Everyday more and more cards disappear and more and more boxes, gift bags appear below the tree.

An organization around this area collects a wish list from little children in foster homes, old people in old age homes, women in protection homes. Writes the list down on these pink cards, puts a tree each in all the company buildings and places cards around the trees. People based on the amount they want to spend and what they want to buy, pick the cards off the trees and place the gift with the card below the tree once they are done.

The ‘Tree of Giving’ is all about ones wish to give. There is no one banging on your office door to demand that you give, there is no impact on your annual review if you give or don’t, there is no one you tell if you give and how much you gave. It’s all about the spirit of Christmas, of ensuring that people less fortunate than you get to open at least one gift over Christmas, of playing Santa for one person in need and brighten their Christmas. And as I watch the pile below the tree grow, I am always amazed at the complete trust people have. The gifts are kept in a common area with people from all walks of life walking by. But never have I ever heard anyone being uncomfortable about leaving what they brought out or of any gift gone missing. Everything is accounted for always.

Today I walked in to be greeted by a bare tree. Not one pink slip on the tree and it warms my heart that everyone got their one wish.

Tomorrow all the gifts will be gone to be distributed over the holidays and there will be no better site than an empty tree..till next year when it’s all back.

Nini time..zzz..

Buzz was an amazing sleeper, falling asleep on her own and sleeping for long stretch of time (6 hours in a go at night), when she was only 3 months old. Things took a turn when I made my trip to India and back. Jetlag hit the poor baby bad. That in conjunction to me heading off to work soon after we got back and sleep became a major issue. She decided she did not want to go to sleep and once she was asleep she wanted to be up every two hours at night and check on mom to ensure I was still around. Between sleepless night, work and running behind Buzz once I was back home, I was going insane.

A lot of friends, Buzz’s pediatrician, people on the net talked about Ferberizing her. In common terms the method is called ‘Cry it out’ method, where you let the baby cry, till he/she gets tired and falls asleep on their own. Continue that for a few days and the baby learns that no one is going to come rescue him/her and starts to sleep on his/her own.

I for the life of me can’t get behind this so after reading extensively about various sleep training methods I came up with one of my own. And even though it’s not perfect and Buzz does not sleep through the night, it works for me and always leaves me smiling. So here is what our night-time schedule looks like:

As Buzz rubs her eyes and comes to me to be picked up, everyone gets to kiss her ‘night night’ with her bestowing open mouth smile on everyone who kisses her. Once all the show of mutual admiration is done. I take her to our room, which is dark. Only source of light coming from the open blinds. Buzz gets her milk which she guzzles down and then lets me know she is done by crawling to her crib. I pick her up again, lay her down in her crib as I watch her from my bed.

A few minutes:

Buzz:  Is up standing holding on to the crib rail

Me: Buzz Baithoo(sit down)

Buzz:  immediately she let’s go of the crib rails and sits

Me: Letto (lay down)

Buzz: plops falling whichever direction her body takes her

Me: Ab so jaao (now sleep)

Buzz: promptly closes her eyes

A few seconds later she slowly opens her eyes, smiles and stands up again. And we do a repeat of the same sequence a couple more times, till she gets tired and does not open her eyes. Soon she exhales this extra long breath which is my que to let her sleep, as comb her hair with my fingers one last time before tip-toeing out of the room with a smile on my face 🙂