My goals for this blog

Someone asked me what the purpose of my blog is and I realize I never said this out aloud earlier

My goals are to:

1. Preserve and savor memories of my (now one-year-old) daughter's milestones

2. Share nuggets from my life and inspire discussion as a way of staying in touch with loved ones

3. Have a creative outlet. I love writing. Blogging is a self-fulfilling goal in itself

Tell me, I'm curious: do you blog or keep a journal? What are your goals? Share your URL!
OR
did you ever start a blog that is languishing in a corner of the internet? What were your goals? What made you stop?

Father's day at the puppy zoo

Summer is finally here in Chicago. Which means there are tons of kid-friendly events all around us since we live in a very kid-friendly neighborhood in the city - Lincoln Park.
A and I, in our enthusiastic parental affection, dressed little Precious in extremely cute-sy shorts and a sun hat and headed to the zoo. What's really cool about the Lincoln Park Zoo is that it's right in the middle of the city. We could even walk to it from our home, except that S's naptime and mealtime might get screwed up since I'm SO darn anal about doing things on time when it comes to her routine.
(I can already imagine her rebelling in her teenage years and eating dinner for breakfast and starting out with ice cream just to piss me off. Sigh. Actually that sounds perfectly fun and I secretly wish she'll go ahead and do it so I can join her!)
Anyway, back to the point. It was father's day last weekend and I made A wear his traditional Super-Dad t-shirt. I also bought S a "Daddy's girl" onesie (which was on sale for $3 at Carter's!!! Brilliant!) Very corny to get matching clothes but it's a tradition that we've come to adore.
Anyway anyway, back to the point again.

Animals.
S has so many stuffed animals given to her by loving friends and relatives and we keep teaching her the names of all the animals. She currently owns at least one:
giraffe
koala bear
polar bear
Pooh bear

German bear (no, you didn't miss out on childhood. This is just a bear dressed in Bavarian clothes)
cow
horse
moose
dog/ puppy (in various sizes)
penguin
bald eagle
sheep
tiger
monkey
turtle
frog
bunny rabbit
mickey mouse
which I think is way too many toys for a kid living in an apartment.
Many a time, S tries to repeat the name of the animal she is playing with and A and I have been getting excited thinking about how she will jump up in joy when she meets the animal LIVE at the zoo. 

With this excited thought, we entered the zoo and proceeded to say hi to the giraffes. They looked so tall, elegant and amazing that we turned to S, telling her 'giraffe, kanna!'. 

Her eyes opened wide and shone bright with excitement and recognition. Or so we thought.

Sure enough, she started jumping up and down in her stroller and as we continued to introduce this fascinating, majestic animal, she yelled out with joy- "PUPPY!!!!!!"

A and I gently reinforced, "not puppy, darling, this is a giraffe." 

And S continued to point and exclaim, "PUPPY!" at every other animal we saw at the zoo. 

"Lion, kanna"

"PUPPY!"

"Flamingo, kutti"

"PUPPY!"

"Polar bear, chellam"

"PUPPY!"

We are guessing that's baby talk for 'animal'. 

Or we went to a puppy zoo and 'saw' other animals because of our vivid imaginations. 

Tell me, I'm curious:
Do you think Father's Day is fun or corny? What did you do this year?

We now have a son

No, we did not adopt a baby. 

We had our home grown barber give S her third haircut last weekend. The husband and I were sick of taking S to the very famous Mini Snippets - a kids' haircut place - where she would proceed to unleash all her existential angst by bellowing her tiny lungs out. The chair, the mirror, strange people...and worst of all, the big black coat around her....she hated it all. At the end of the session, we always had two frustrated parents and one traumatised kiddo.

This time around, we decided to do it ourselves. Rather, I decided to cut her hair myself. Mommies do this all the time, right? I watched a bunch of videos on YouTube and felt like a pro.

A did have some doubts about this new venture:
Do you really think we should do this? We are total amateurs.
We might screw up her hair
She might freak out anyway

I confidently dismissed all doubts and said that the baby I carried in my womb for nine months would be most comfortable with her loving, caring mommy going snip snip, right?

Wrong! 

We put S in her bathtub, I took the pair of scissors, snipped just a tiny bit and...FROZE. At that moment, I felt like I couldn't bring those sharp, dagger-like, extremely dangerous pair of scissors near my Precious little innocent baby's angelic cherubic face. Chicken.

Thankfully, the husband had some presence of mind, jumped in to save the day, grabbed the scissors and cut her hair quickly. She did wail but at least it was short, quick and we did not have to endure a crying baby in a car ride back home. Whew.

Thing is - random passers-by have been telling me how absolutely friendly and adorable my son is. :-)

Tell me, I'm curious:
Does this incident remind you of something crazy you've ever done? Or almost did? ;-)

Once they start talking, you stop.

S was an early walker, early talker. Though many parents told me life would be hell once she started walking and getting into every corner of the house, I really enjoyed her walking. She became more independent and I didn't need to carry her everywhere.

Now to the talking. S started saying slightly complex two syllable words before she turned one. At her one-year appointment, A and I proudly told her doctor that S was talking quite a bit when he cautioned us about the language we use at home.

"Babies understand way more than they talk. You know what that means, right? You guys need to watch what you're saying"

and all of a sudden, A and I are polite to each other (sort of), switch TV channels when there is foul language, and bite our tongue even when we want to yell  %&^*(&*($% at each other. To be honest, A isn't the cussing type. It's his Miss.Manners butcher-wife who has a temper and needs to control it these days!!!

Thanks, S. You are teaching mommy and daddy to use their Ps and Qs for the first time ever. Babies are a good influence on their parents.

Daddy daddy cool

Everything is about appa these days. S turned one and around the same time, realized that life didn't need to only revolve around mom. She discovered this new person who walks in the door every Thursday night and creates a fun filled weekend for her. Now she can't stop asking me where appa is. She even looks at a picture of A and asks me enquiringly... "appa?" and runs to the phone everytime it rings, asking me "appa?" and runs to the door whenever there is a knock, asking me...you guessed it! "appa?"

Everlasting daddy-daughter bonding has begun.

What's that? Am I a teeny-weeny bit jealous, you ask? I do all the hard work during the week and he saunters in to receive boundless love....Is this fair, you ask? Am I upset, you ask? Hmm....let me think about it.

Ha! Nope. YAHOO!!! Finally a break from 24x7 parenting and it's a win-win-win! :-D

Oh...and A dutifully changes the diaper whenever he is around and S will NOT have me change it when she knows her appa is around.

Double win.

Tell me, I'm curious:
Growing up, were there phases when you switched loyalties between your parents?