..and you’re 22 months old today!
The baby who chuckled at one month. The toddler whose loud and gleeful laugh is Laughing Water. Whose happy disposition is an infectious disease and a drug habit.
The baby who woke to feed. The toddler who wakes up shouting “Wakey Uppy” and kisses everyone in bed awake.
The baby who lay on a mat reading books with his mother and gazing longingly at her chai. The toddler who gulps his Mamma’s chai, shouts “more”, and then snuggles contendedly to be read to and to read to Mamma.
The baby who gurgled with great gusto. The toddler, his mother’s longed-for verbal gerbil, who switches from English to Norsk to Malayalam without missing a beat.
The baby who slept best if there was a lot happening around him. The toddler who still loves to sleep listening to a conversation between people.
The baby with an easy smile and laugh. The incorrigibly outgoing toddler who is indiscriminately generous with his hugs and kisses. Who walked through an entire Indian Railways A/C compartment poking his head through the curtains and saying, “Hiii! Byeee!” to total strangers. Who stopped for further chats if they were so inclined. Who could absolutely benefit from some stranger anxiety.
The baby who perked up when he heard music. The toddler who can be calmed during a toddler tempest by music alone. Who shakes his bum, does a disco roll and understands “a travolta”:-) Whose first breakthrough vocal performance was ” We Will Rock You”. (Yes Freddie, I knew you’d return to me!)
You’re the baby who widened my hips and my heart.
The kind of baby that’ll make this baby habit hard to break.
The kind of baby that has my reproductive organs squirming and silly with desire.
Baby, you would put Prozac out of business.
Heart swollen with love,
p.s. Damn! Missed August 1 by a couple of minutes! Typical.