Dessert Baby

Little Bojjandi,

You are eight months old already! How time flies. By now I can barely remember a time when you spent most of your day sleeping or feeding. I can't remember a time when you weren't alert and responsive, looking back at us, eyes twinkling with an intelligent gleam in them. I can't remember a time when you used to lie flat on your back, unable to do more than flail those chubby arms and legs about, instead of turning turtle in the twinkling of your eye J as soon as you're put down, and crawling backward. I can't remember a time when you used to bawl for no reason, instead of having built up your own repertoire of very different sounds to express what you want – that cute little humming sound when you're sleepy, angry grunts when you want your food RIGHT NOW, plaintive bawls as soon as you discover you're all alone in a room. I can't remember a time when mother's milk was all you craved, seeing you eagerly react to the taste of each new food, from mangoes to parathas with sabzi. I can't remember a time when you quietly lay against my heart as I rocked you to sleep, instead of bouncing up and down on those sturdy legs, butting my chin with your teak head.

Your didi gets very upset when she takes you for your evening walk and the neighbor comments on how you're so tiny for your age, and how shocked she is that you still can't sit up though her grandson was sitting up at the age of five months. But you know what, I don't care. That's one of the gifts you and Puddi gave me – the ability to just enjoy what your child is and forget about the so-called milestones. They'll happen when they will, and meantime, I can share your wonder at discovering a brand new world.

Even as I feel time's flying past and I wish I could press pause and enjoy each phase for a while longer, you come up with something even cuter and more heart-warming and I forget all about "time's a fleeting" in sheer enjoyment of every lovely moment. I'm so glad we had you – you're our icing on the cake, our sweet, cuddlesome, chubby little Bojji – and you just complete our family so beautifully. Here's looking forward to more antics from you.

Love,

Mama