Bojjanji status update

It's been a long while since I had time to blog, one of the perils of working from home. Every minute that you spend on something apart from work is a minute you could have spent with the kids, so nothing else gets done except the absolutely essential.

Bojjandi is turning out to be an absolute delight, and we think God gave us a pretty great present by gifting us this unexpected baby bonus. He is, ( touch wood), a very happy baby, much like his siblings, and has an endless ability to amuse himself. He thinks he is as big and capable as them so whatever he sees them doing, he must follow suit. Climbing up the slide rather than its steps, jumping off from the center table in the drawing room, feeding himself...He's also a very physically active baby so he spends the whole day running around, now jumping, now climbing, now sliding down a chair..

He has latched on to Teletubbies like his siblings had, so every morning after he's had his milk, he imperiously waves his fat, chubby fingers and makes beckoning gestures at me, "Mamma! Yaya-po, c'mon." If I continue to ignore him and read my paper, he gets more impatient. "Mama! gi'up, c'mon, Yaya-po c'mon!" He watches the Teletubbies portions in fascination, though he gets bored with the bits wherein they show other children. For a while, he imitated the baby sun, and he'd say, "Baby! Erghhh" like the baby sun says in the show, and chortle madly. He is quite obsessed with teletubbies and left to himself would watch it all day. If the powe rgoes off while he's watching, he comes running out of the family room with the TV remote in his hand, saying 'Yaya po finish!", asking us to switch it on again.

He has become quite the communicator, out of sheer self-defense in this vociferous household. He is very clear about what he wants and will belligerently ask for 'paani' or 'dudh dido', 'totti dido' (toffee de do), 'duy' (dahi) at all times of day and night. The other day he was creating a fuss over his breakfast and then suddenly started screaming, "Bangu" when the maid put down a cut melon on the table. It took us a while to figure out that he thought it was a mango. Given his hectic prancing around, he tends to get hurt quite a bit so all day you can hear plaintive "kag gai" ( lag gayi) from him. But before you can do more than kiss the hurt, he's up and off again.

He was pretty frantic when I was away, because unlike the other two he's not old enough to understand what happened and where I went. So he would spend the day endlessly asking where I was and running to the door each time the bell rang, "mamma aaya!" Whenever I spoke to him over the phone, he'd get all excited and then refuse to hand over the phone to anyone else, partly because I think he expected me to appear out of it anytime, as if we were playing peekaboo. He'd keep saying "mamma, hayo mamma" over and over, and it was heartbreaking for me to have to end the conversation.

It's really been wonderful to watch each new stage of his development and I don't know whether we were like this with each of his siblings or because we know he's the last baby we'll have, but each new thing seems to be so poignant, I keep wishing we could freeze time and have it last a little longer.