My dear Chimpu,
You are 3 years old now.
This past year can be called as
the ‘year of the gab’. Yes, you started talking and you did talk a lot of
it, and along with it many scores of things that melts heart.
Hindi, Odia, English and Kannanda,
in the decreasing order were what you learnt and spoke. Your love for songs
continued unabated. You sang more, sang better I must admit and sang variety. However
it was dance with which you entertained us.
The year 2017 (and I think being
a 2nd Jan kid, it will be easy to keep a tab of the year easily)
began fine with your birthday which was well attended and was a nice little
function. Luckily the gifts you received are mostly intact after a year. You
have not been, until now, the kid who smashes things. The operative phrase
there is until now.
We made a quick trip to Goa in
the last week of March and as it always is, we were mighty apprehensive about
you and travel. But it was a good road trip by Biju mamu’s car. Well, how much
your parents love Goa came to the fore when we repeated the trip, this time by
train, in November. The second time around we were a little relaxed and let you
play in the pool from where you refused to come. Trisha nani and Hitesh fufaa
also made a visit then and met us.
The past year will also be marked
by another special event. You started going to school. Having decided to send
you to a small school, Minions, close by to home, we were happy that you were
happy to go there. But that lasted just for a couple of days. You were in no
mood to go there. Now since 2nd of December you have been going to
Sonia play school and continuing your routine of crying for an hour in total!
It is distressing for us; yet, the routine has to be set. So, sorry if you feel
we have been cruel.
You have grown taller, almost reaching
my waist in this year. Your food time tantrums are on a rise. Given the premature
baby that you are, I am wondering if you are picking these naughty habits a
little late! But your love for shawarma from Dishes, American Onion and Cheese
potato chips, donuts from Crave, they are all fine. Which makes me think, you
are becoming a bit like your father, being fastidious about food?
Your sleeping habits continued to
keep us up for a large part of the year but they were better than the previous
year. When your mother had to be admitted for inter vertebral disc prolapse (don’t
worry about the jargon) you acted very mature by going alone with me, letting
me put you to sleep, give you food, bathe you, etc. The way you spent the evening with your friend Tingia when we had to go to emergency will always be remembered by us.
The world in 2017 is a strange
place. You will be easily bored to learn about the society, the politics, the geopolitics, that
is shaping the world but at some point in your life you will perhaps understand it all.
As a parent, I hope humankind keeps striving to make the world a better place
for kids like you for when you grow up you should inhabit a place that is befitting
for the energy, the enthusiasm, the vibrancy of your youth.
Well, the year had two set of visits
from Jema and jepa and nanu and nani ma. It is now clear that people visiting
us and your becoming naughty are interrelated. They all love you a lot, much
more than what you can think.
Again, there were plenty of times
this past year when we thought if we were doing the parenting act fine. I
thought I was being upset with you when you would throw a thing, not eat, not
listen, and it was much more than before. If I have been unreasonable (and I am
sure defying what impression a tiny tot like you give, you kids understand all
that) then I am apologetic.
We are all set for your birthday.
Hoping all things good come your way this year and you have the courage to
fight the not-so-good..
Love you loads!
Papa
