Busy Evening

Last evening, my hubby called to inform that he will be coming late. How this affects me (these days)? As soon as Rajeev comes home, Vidur is thrust into his arms. I call it bonding time (it is actually breathing space for me :) ). So, last evening Vidur was all mine. Hmmmm.....

He was is a very exploratory mood. He was toddling all over the place. We explored the kitchen, the pooja room, hall and dinning room and finally the bedroom. He stood holding on to the side table and was thrilled to see that the table was full of interesting things. He picked up the all out plug in and peered closely at it. He didn't think it was worth playing with and so, he threw it down with a determined thud. He then picked up the Parachute bottle and opened his mouth. He probably imagined putting it into his mouth, but decided it against it. The bottle joined the plug in on the floor. He then tried to reach for a jar of water. Thinking that he is going to throw this down anyway, I placed it on the floor. He then spotted a three way plug and an adapter. He realized that these items were more to his taste and he stated banging them on the table. Heaven knows how these boys automatically take to these items?

He then toddled towards the doormat. He realized that I knew what he was upto and increased his speed. But I am his mom (akhir main uski ma hoon), I got there first and removed the doormat. Never to be dejected, he used all his effort to stand by transferring his weight to the bathroom door. Very conveniently, he fell backwards expecting me to catch him. (BTW I did)

He then found his way to the fitted wardrobe. The door was left open. He dragged his pajamas (folded neatly and stacked together) out and dumped them on the floor. Then, he realized that he could open and close the door. He did this for what seemed like ages. Then, he tried to stand holding on to the door. When he stood, he realized he could reach another shelf. He dutifully pulled Pampers, shook the big packet vigorously, and dumped it.

Finally, he was sleepy. I rocked, I sang. Just when his eyelids closed shut, the doorbell rang and his eyelids sprang open. I wanted to cry. I stomped to the door, gave my tired hubby a dirty look and went back to try again. Same thing happened all over again. I was literally in tears. Finally, he was asleep!! I tucked him in. Saw his angelic face and forgot all that frustration.