Hai Na Bolo Bolo


Its early morning time - everyone at home seems to be running around the kitchen, the bathroom, the dining area as if millions is at stake while a little one basks smilingly in my arms, apparently silently. Aaryan needs to be massaged, Aaryan needs to be bathed, fed breakfast and then out to sleep .... a regular morning schedule which is getting into the veins of me, Ganga and Aaryan and we are knowingly unknowingly looking forward to it each day. Aaryan shall go for milk at the time of massage, for the mug of water at the time of bath and very interestingly for the bowl of apple puree at the time of breakfast. To imagine that he is just 6 months into this world .... he sure has grown up fast.

Time flies .... Around a month ago, we discovered Aaryan's love for music when we found that he loves to watch the song "Hai na Bolo Bolo, Papa ko Mummy Se"
...and breakfast goes smooth when we play this song on our laptop. Now we find that Aaryan has shifted his loyalities to "Lalla Lalla Lori....Dudh ki Katori"....

Today we found him smiling at every instance of start of song "Chanda hai Tu, Mera Sooraj hai Tu" and getting into a trance at the tune of "Do Dil Mil Rahe hain...."

I am waiting for more surprises of tomorrow :) while my dear munchkin snuggles cozily in his bed, deep into a lovely dreamland.

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Unknown said…
Recently on our visit to your place, we saw it ourselves and are very glad to see Aaryan growing so well with all the care taken by his lovely parents . Our blessings are with all the three of you. May you discover and get new joys with every passing day. God bless you all
Vinod Aggarwal
March 26, 2010 at 2:42 PM
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