19 August, 2013

Baby No. 2 . Taken stork of

Over a year ago, out of the blue, one mommy asked her then 3 year old what he thought about the idea of having another baby at home. His eyes lit up and he went: I’ll read to the baby and push the  stroller!

How cute it that?!

Then a few months later the little one  began talking about one of his best friends at preschool and her having a 'baby' (brother). Since then, more than once, mommy and daddy have been getting a piece of the little one’s mind: “R has a baby and I want one too.” Ok. point noted.

Mommy and daddy liked the idea sans the morning sickness and labour pain parts of it.  Hmm. The more mommy thought about it, the more she liked the idea. The lone boy  in the back seat needed some company for the long drives, somebody to play with and fight with and  make up with. And the family could do with some more noise and some more craziness.

Meanwhile sonny boy had been having long, long conversations with Talking Tom and mommy thought -- this boy needs a sibling very badly. 

In the midst of so much else happening since the beginning of a crazy 2013, it finally did happen. And now is the time to announce: The baby no.2 situation has been taken stock of or should we say taken stork of.  ;)

The stork should make the delivery early next year.

28 February, 2013

It's all about cars, now

My sonny boy likes books and playing chef and doing jigsaw puzzles. He likes having conversations with Talking Tom, making pretend phone-calls and playing with water. But there's another interest that taking shape slowing and surely and becoming really solid - Cars.

Last year when my best friend was visiting I remember hearing her ask him to show her his cars. I didn't hear what he said, but I heard 'aunty' say, I don't believe you. Boys and not having cars?' He was probably fooling around or just playing dumb (like he likes doing when he doesn't want to do something). He has cars, ok, quite a few at that. At least much more than daddy had when he was a kid.

Boys can never have 'too many' cars

I remember the first ever cars that became his. It was his first birthday and there they were: three of them. Two out of the three were radio cars and the 12-month old did not know how to play with them. He only wanted to hold them. You know you played with them. ;) No prizes for guessing that.

Over the next two years, things changed quite a bit; more cars have been added to the list. Or maybe I should just say vehicles, because the collection includes Tow Mater, Sarge, Fillmore, a wooden school bus and even an auto rickshaw, to name a few. Now the game of the season is lining them up; he calls it 'Parking cars.' Sometimes they're on the Sofa and so there's little room for us to park our behinds. Sometimes they're parallel-parked or perpendicular-parked on the floor, so close to the sofa that when I put my feet down after I'm done watching some TV, something or the other pokes my poor soles and makes me scream. I look down and feel like a Giant in Radiator Springs.


Last year, Daddy thought the time had come to realise his SUV dream. So as the homework and test drives were being done, Littlebigman was all eyes and ears; quietly taking note of a whole lot of car-related terms and vomiting it all out crazily. From then on, he's been surprising us every now and then with the automobile-knowledge he's been soaking up without anybody's knowledge.

Since the car-hunt episode, the craze has gone up a few notches. He's been talking 'makes and models,' and playing 'spot-the-differences' between the "sv" and what has now become the 'old car.' (It's the questions that follow that make me want to pull all my hair out.) :)  He also keeps an account of who has what car; that includes all his acquaintances and his friends at pre-school.

Maybe it is because little mister is the owner of a parking-lot-of-cars; one day as were getting into the car after school, he very-disappointingly remarked, "We have ONLY two cars at home." :-\
 Ah! boys -- big and small -- can never have too many cars, can they?

It's all about cars now

These days when we go out for walks, we are not looking at the trees and birds. But identifying cars. It's all about bokswagon, Toyoda, Mitchibuchi...and the list goes on.

The other day, I was telling the three year old that one of mommy's friends is in town along with her family, and that we should invite them to lunch sometime. The kid loves having people at home, so generally when I tell him things like this, he wants to know when they'll come,  what we're going to cook and all of that. This time however, busy-little-man looks up, knits his eyebrows and asks, 'Uhmmm...what car do they have?'


It's a guy-thing, I guess. :)

22 January, 2013

It’s a tortured, tortured mouth

Who hasn't had tooth trouble? Not me. I've been plagued with dental issues all through the 3.2 decades that I have been around.

Premature torture

It all began pretty early at that tender age when those milk teeth fall. Now you’re probably thinking, doesn't that happen to everybody, well yes, the part where those baby teeth get all shaky one by one and  must come off. No one escapes ‘that.’ Listen to this, when I visited my dentist for one of those customary extractions,  he insisted that another tooth also be removed even though it wasn't naturally ready to go. So we went the unnatural way to force it out. I was given what was probably my first injection in the mouth so as to  numb my tender gums, and PLUCK! All  this because a  new tooth didn't seem to have enough room to rise and shine.

Injustice! 

In due course, that gap was filled and when the brand new tooth came, the older ‘new tooth’ had ended up depriving it of its rightful place. And that didn't seem to matter to the dentist, I guess. I now have a conk canine tooth on my lower jaw  and it looks like its in a row of its own. It doesn't really bother me so it’s fine with me.

List of procedures

My tooth problems didn't stop with that first injection. Over the years, my mouth and the pearly whites inside it, have been exerted to a lot of torture. Cavities, fillings, root canals... I've been there; done all that. Even a surgery to get  two of my wisdom teeth out because they were hurting in the insides of my cheeks.  Those were the ones that belonged to my right side.  Forcing the wise one on the upper jaw was quite an easy job compared to what had to be done to the neighbour downstairs. That one was tricky and tough and there was a fracture in the jaw at the end of  it all.

Each time a tooth is dentally taken care of, I think it is the end of my tooth trouble and just as I begin to settle down, I learn that another tooth needs help.

So on and so forth my visits to the dentist just kept continuing.

Over the years I've visited so many dentists that I've lost count of them. Honest. Now that can be attributed to my moving from one city/town to another and being 'referred' to specialists. Having entered and exited several dental clinics, I don’t even know which dentist treated which tooth.

More visits to the dentist, more  torture

Now you've probably heard of foreign objects being left behind in human bodies during surgeries. Have you heard of equipment or bits of equipment being left in teeth? I have. Believe me -- there is a small zigzag portion of a dental file embedded in one of mine. It might have been a mistake or it might just have gone unnoticed during a root canal treatment. The weird part is that I don’t even know which dentist worked on that tooth. The object was discovered last year when I had a tooth x-ray taken at a new root canal specialist's. By the way I was there to get a root canal re-done. Anyway this new tooth doctor tried his extreme best chisel off the filling and take out the piece of file and finally gave up. He said it may not have an effect on that tooth so for now, I can do little other than try to believe him and hope for the best.

Some more tooth trouble 

A few months after that, I felt pain in my gums on the right side of my upper jaw. When I got tired of depending on Orajel, and when I managed to get an appointment fixed, I made my way to my dentist and he told me that there was a crack in a crown and that was bringing about an infection and the tooth next to it needed to be crowned too so it was suggested that both be done together. Thus I sat at on the dentist chair for four hours straight. I got back home and found that my mouth was sore from all the stretching. Anyway it was over and the pain would go eventually, I thought. And that was exactly what happened.

Oh no! 

All was well until two months ago when a part of another tooth came off during a flossing session. So off I went to my dentist, like a good girl. The news this time was that it was a part of one of the two wisdom teeth remaining and it was decaying to say the least. I kind-of knew it, this time. Something told me that if I didn't report this one soon, I would be sorry.

As expected, it was beyond repair so Mr.Dentist sentenced it to be removed. The procedure: collect the referral from the front desk, get the extraction done at a dental surgeon’s. And while I was it, it's best to do away with the last remaining wisdom tooth too. Apparently that one is also not problem free. It lies within my gums, HORIZONTALLY. If it had been completely buried in there it wouldn't have been a problem but there’s a small portion of it sticking out of my gums; like the tip of an iceberg. Now that is a sign of impending doom (read deadly infection that could harm my gums,  big time).

So Dental surgery, here  I come -- AGAIN!

A panoramic X-ray.
Look at tooth 17 (highlighted) - that's what a wisdom tooth looks like when horizontal. :)