Perfection

You are so perfect Your glowing skin Your golden brown hair Your curly eyelashes Your full cheeks Your rosy lips Your tiny hands Your manicured nails Your light pink soles Your cute little teeth I could go on and on...  But there's perfection in each feature I love you, my angel 

A few White hair

Today R's maid (I've converted my super efficient cook into R's nanny, given that she had had prior experience of babies and gotten back my old experienced cook- well, he just presented himself one fine day and the temptation to have a few minutes to myself once again proved to be too much, so now we've got a couple of hands helping us) pointed out that I had several strands of White hair on my crown. So? was my first and natural reaction. These selfsame strands had once freaked my mum out- a couple years back I think- she had sadly rued the fact that her just-30-year-old-daughter had about 10-15 White hair... It's all those chemicals- the rebonding, the colouring, the zany cuts... Well- my mum just needs an excuse to take off on my choice of hair and just because I had a few uncoloured ones, I wasn't going to let her trample over my yearning for a fringe again... It's the genes, I told her then, silencing her but only for the time being. Now, when I meet her next, I'm going to conveniently heap the blame onto R and my pregnancy- I've had the best textbook pregnancy- stiff fingers, bleeding gums, high BP, high weight gain, high sugar levels... So what's a few White hair? Eh?

Age

And now, I fall asleep a little more often, want to just stay at home for the precious weekend, let the shower run a little more on my sore back. I also tend to overlook the cook's misdemeanours- putting it down to lack of rest on her part (she travels from Virar to Andheri) and be a little more tolerant of the dust mites behind the sofa (that's till baby hasn't discovered the other world there)... I'm also a little more patient with my sister and a lot more patient with in-laws. Is it some Disease? No, its Age...

White sheets

Don't use White bedsheets. You have a baby and it'll get stains on it. So? I bought White bedsheets because I love all things White. They look so pure. So unadulterated. So summery. So beautiful. Was I going to be scared of stains on the sheet? Isn't that what a sheet is for- to absorb the stains - physically manifested and not- the stains of hard work of the day? I went right ahead and used the sheet. My room looked lovely and the bed looked twice it's size. Life is like White bedsheets. Often we keep quiet because we don't want to taint ourselves with the brash tag. We like to be the ideal, the  unsullied.  But guess what- it's fun only if you have orange ice-cream on your White bedsheet. Later, you can sit back and attribute all those myriad stains to a happy memory of life. Not a regretful memory which holds you back!

Nanny gone away!

And so it's back to only R & the cook & me. Nanny lasted all of three weeks, the first one of which was spent in training her. And then, I caught her trying to fit 12 bottles into a steriliser meant for only 6- and washing R's teethers with normal tap water. Was good,the luxury of sleeping in the afternoon, while it lasted! Sigh.