This epic post is all about what things my son can say,
Oh dear Gods forgive me, what darned words this may contain.
Parents too I will advice, throw not caution to the air,
Shut those eyes the moment you see what shouldn’t be here.
The first cry was just a mew, but that didn’t last a day,
“Ailaa Ailaa” is how he howled when he wanted to have his way.
Filmy and sweet is what you say, but lightening too once struck,
When Miss Punjabi heard “Laila Laila” for herself, uttered.’
Ok, so he was teething, but just how so coincidentally,
Smoochie sounds he made only when he spotted a little girly?
And while I was on every “muah” learning to duck and run,
On he went to learn a big word called “belly button”.
Out it popped and was announced, the moment sleep arrived,
While one hand held the walking support, other’s pointer hid inside.
Cute you say but dear me, just how it made me red,
When the little imp wanted to check the b.buttons on his guests!
While pride is what I felt when he knew a rabbit from a frog,
“Oh there’s a fock, a big fock!” he ran screaming all agog.
I dug a hole, my head inside, as he chased a “fock” in the rain,
1 uncle 1 aunty on the park bench certainly seemed to faint.
The how-to-say and what-to-say are getting fine, no doubt,
But permutations and combinations are still keeping much sense out.
Aachoo, and “bless you” is all good, but the drops of snot he saw,
“Oh, little little bless you came on my new pajama.”
Getting older and perceptive, getting very observant too,
“What are you thinking?” says he every time I stare at the Moon.
If daddy hiccups he asks “Are you ok?” with deep concern,
And “Do you have an idea?” when he’s lolling in boredom.
He pulls our legs when he sings Old McDonald in the car,
“Papa says mew-mew and Mumma says ro-aar!”
But best of all is that our love for him he too can see,
And announces “Mumma, papa, baby is a happy family”.
I thought of writing this instead of baby gyan this time,
Sharing silly-dilly things, perhaps spreading a few sweet smiles.
I’m sure you have examples of how your tots have too,
Said the darnedest things you hoped and prayed were heard by just a few.
Sakshi Nanda went from studying Literature to serving the print media and finally settling with two publishing houses who called her editor for a couple of hard-bounds, no more! She writes as a work-from-home mother to realize herself as well as to be read, both – with her 2-year-old boy and her sarkari babu beau as the greatest source of ideas and inspiration. She believes eating baby food is therapeutic and that the pen is man’s best invention, after diapers that is! Meet her at: sakshinanda.blogspot.in