My Lady of the Lantern

"No, Don't" seems to get repeated a noticeable number of times in the household. Figlia can be found sucking her own socks, pulling or scrunching doormats, licking railings and throwing stuff around. She threw my cell phone on the floor today morning. And proceeded to bend down from the bed to watch its helpless plight.  "No, Don't!" I picked up the phone and put it back on the bed. Not many seconds passed before the phone verified the law of gravity again. She again tried to make her way to the bed's edge to watch it. That's when, my "No, Don't" changed its pitch, and I gave Figlia a momentary glare.  Oh boy! Her face immediately melted into one of deep pain, and she put her head down and began crying.  She had been scolded, and she understood it. It is not the first time Figlia has picked up my sentiment and reacted to it, but still. I immediately picked her up, soothed her while the snot flowed onto my sweater and te...

Figlia had a routine immunization on 7th November evening. I found her having developed a cough on the morning of 8th. By evening, she had red rashes all over her body. It was an allergic reaction to the shot. As of today, we are through with the medication, and the marks are taking their own sweet time to go. Plus, the cough is still there.  Since the last post of mine, we have also successfully survived a visit to DH's family and then again had guests at home.  Figlia is now on a single digit countdown to her birthday, and I can hardly believe it. She has suddenly developed, (and suddenly is the perfect adjective because one fine day, she just started!), an affinity for actual solids. Remember when I spoke of how the biscuit never ever landed in her mouth? Well, she started eating it She has also started biting on and eating other food stuff. I am now quite relieved from the puree business. She is refusing apples and veggie soups, but that's okay.  This is ...

My parents leave tonight. I have had some or the other sort of company at home since 24th October.  Figlia had the doting-grandparents attention all this time that my parents were here. They would stand outside the door to wave her goodbye when she left for the creche. She would be taken from my arms when I came home. Most importantly, there was someone who would make and pour the tea for me at home when I came back. Even more significantly, I was not worried at all about how she would fare, given that I kept longer than the normal working hours for the last few days.  I must admit, I feel especially bad for a couple of days after my mother/parents leave. I get so used to support, that as soon as the net is withdrawn, I feel even more 'stretched' than before.  Figlia is now randomly picking up words from our conversation and repeating them. No, she will not say them if we ask her to. One word, once in a while, and a whooooole lot of babbling is my daughter's ...