Pearly whites

Nothing has pleased me more in recent time than the appearance of two little shiny pearls in Bobo's bottom gums. I'm so hoping that the teething madness of the last few days will finally be behind us. Of course there will be more teeth and perhaps more troubles, but now that I have lived through part I, subsequent parts can only confine to the law of marginal utility - of that I am certain!

It has also been pretty miraculous - this emergence of the two little nooks. Bobo's appetite has returned, the sleep routine is pretty much back on track and the fussiness is settling down. The 'destructive streaks' (mauling, tearing, excess energy foot banging, etc) that were making me more and more aghast each time have given way to loving looks, occasional caresses and generally, brighter days!

Whoever made this universe (and I do not want to become a sitting duck for debate on this topic AGAIN), certainly didn't think through these initial stages in a new human life. First it's colic, as that dies down there comes teething, not to mention stranger anxiety, separation anxiety, and who can forget weaning! Then of course man-made disasters such as school will strike. Poor little babies. How oblivious they seem to be to what lies ahead.

Anyway, enough of rambling. For now, we are celebrating the pearly whites. Two new toys, a variety of foods and lots of hugs and kisses :)

Bed of roses? Think again!

I think motherhood must be the most rewarding, yet the most challenging job in the world. In no other job would you be on call 24x7, relentlessly, with such little scope for making mistakes (if you make one, you have to live with unprecedented guilt too).



The reason I'm hoping for some sunny times is that the little one is on an eating strike the last 3-4 days. She will look around, blow at the food, shake her head (vigorously) or invent just about any trick not to get that spoonful into her mouth! And this obviously frustrated mother can do nothing about it - I can't scold her, I can't force feed (haha - try that!), and nor can I give up trying to get whatever little I can into that growing tummy. Sometimes I wonder how that little thing can thrive on my milk alone and have so much energy to bring down the house! And on the other hand, I realise how far far away I am from weaning and it scares everything out of me. Mothering is scarcely a bed of roses!