Showing posts with label identity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label identity. Show all posts

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Laptop is back

And to celebrate, I immediately uploaded this week's photos, ready to be blogged. It is a somewhat random collection, but here it goes.

Appu wearing his new purple shorts (from a Benetton store in Calicut, quite ironically) - a favorite color these days. I am so glad little Rajiv is still gender-blind and does not know that purple (not to mention his pink Dora underwear!) "is for girls".



Mamma and Rohan ready for a shopping outing. Our balcony, self-portraits.



Failed attempt to take a close-up of Kunju's face. What you see is instead his finger, let's not worry about which one.


Appu wears a mundu (sort of) and is miserable for about twenty minutes until he gets to trade it for a diaper and bright red shorts.




So you don't believe Rohan can stand on his cute little feet? HA!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Week twenty four

This has been another horrible week for me, in so many ways. I will surely talk about it in future posts but right now I prefer not to talk about it, so please respect that in the comments.

So let's move on to the kids, which is why you are reading this anyway, right? :)

To start, Rajiv has been promoted from "butterfly" to "dragonfly". It's a big thing, it means he now gets to hang out with older children at daycare and I am sure he loves that.

The daycare sends a daily update by email, just a couple of sentences about something that the child did or said, or learned. Today's update says:
While playing a game, Rajiv heard the instruction that he had to touch something in black colour. Some of his friends touched their hair. Rajiv realised that he could not do that, so he ran after his friend to touch her black hair!

Sometimes these updates leave me speechless. Who is this amazing kid that pretends to be my son?? But seriously, fancy Appu knowing the color of his own hair... or Appu playing an organized game, for that matters! I am soooo proud of him!

In the meantime, Rohan's main occupations are drinking liters of toxic pink stuff (antibiotics, they tell me) and trying to crawl. The latter is a source of great frustration for him. He can position himself on hands and knees, but then no matter how hard he tries he is unable to move forward. He rocks on his knees trying to jump forward and a couple of times he actually managed to swing his legs ahead between his arms, like a gymnast. I don't see a future for that technique, though.

Another small but important milestone: I am now carrying Rohan mostly on the hip, like a big boy! And I do carry him a lot, because he is often crying these days. Part of it may be the frustration from his failed crawling efforts, sometimes the floor might be too hard for him, who knows. He also has a cold and an almost healed ear infection, and a tummy surely bothered by all the medicines. And he is also teething, but you knew that already...
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