August 3rd, 2008, 11:30 p.m., a baby just born, a couple of hours back, was well fed, sent to the baby nursery in the hope to catch some sleep, when the exhausted parents heard a knock at their door. The baby was back in merely 10 minutes, with a pacifier stuck in his mouth and the nurse claiming that the baby was too fussy and was disturbing the other children in the nursery. That was our “Anshana Vanshana Pumpillow”, christened by his then, 3 1/2 year old sister Anika – shortened to Pumpy – as known to all his dear ones.
Yesterday he turned three.
I cannot believe that my little crying critter who would not let me have an ounce of sleep for ten straight months, for whom I was at the verge of taking sleep assistance lessons is such a big boy now! My precious has been bestowed with the most priceless gift – unsurpassed curiosity. Cars don’t seem to interest him, wrenches and hammer are a strict no no…, even his favorite colors don’t fall into strictly two colors, blue or orange – black seems to interest him, as it is the color of the night and the color of the deep space.
No kind of flashy fisherprice toy seems enough to get my baby’s fancy, he prefers keeping himself busy with hands on science, with gadgetry found commonly in his moms kitchen. He not only knows the meaning of a vortex but can come and make one right in your own kitchen sink. He also knows that a glass full of water can act as a magnifying glass; running water can permeate through a strainer but not through a tumbler owing to the holes in it; knows that Mercury is the smallest planet – not Pluto, it is just a dwarf; contemplates that we cannot stand on Saturn and Jupiter as they are all gas and if we would try doing it we would simply fall deeper and deeper and deeper; cockroaches, not just the famously known bats and owls are nocturnal as he saw them in our own backyard late at night, hence his hypothesis not a fact told to him…Phew!
He might be unusual in his ways and might have given me all the gray hair, the worry lines, the wrinkles and temper tantrums but above all he has given me the sweetest smile and joy a mother can ask for. You never fail to amaze me! Love you – my Pumpillow!!! Happy Birthday!!!