Saturday, December 27, 2008

Babies Make Us Human

Sometimes everything in nature comes together to make it a perfect day.
The day after Surina was born I went down to get something from the basement and looked into the pool area. There I saw this bougainvillea resplendent in pink. 'Did it know about Surina!' At the end of fall, when all its leaves had fallen, we brought it in and left it in the swimming pool area to winter. It looked dead but I had hopes it would revive in spring. It surprisingly bloomed to perfection to welcome our Laxmi. Now it lives upstairs, near our kitchen, where we can enjoy it all the time.
Of course nothing matches the joy of watching Jyoti slowly becoming adept at taking care of her own miracle. Jeff is not far behind.
The threesome seem to be getting along pretty well. They even manage some sleep at night.
I guess not enough though. Wailea, their dog, has gracefully come to terms with her demoted status. She is gentle and more well behaved than most humans.
Jyoti is spending a lot more time in Lincoln now. When here she takes over the master bedroom ("its the best one mom !") and orders us around. Not much change there I guess.
Surina loves her mommy no matter what bed she is on. This picture reminds me of Yashodha and Krishna.
Suraj put together this play mat for Surina to enjoy the toys hanging from its arch.
The two mamus sit around watching her antics. They melt if she coo's and smiles at them.
There is a lot of baby talk in the house these days. Everyone wants to tell their story to her.
Bath time is a major production; lots of pictures, music, ten people helping (whether you want them to or not). Surina takes bath in her Aja's (grandpa) sink. We put a sponge or towel lining in it and then bathe her with nice warm water. At five weeks she is getting to be too big for this. We will move her into her baby bath tub soon.
She loves the baths but hates our obsession with cleaning her ears and nose.

After bath comes play time. I am glad she cannot talk and tell you what produced this laugh. Grownups can be such clowns.
All dressed and ready. For what! For nap time of course.
Like every year Christmas was a great time for family get together.

This being Surina's first Christmas it was very special. She had a special outfit on and all we did was look at her.
This is post dinner photo time. She slept through it all.
Suraj and Ravi forget to watch their games on TV when she is around.
Aja coaxed Surina awake and Jyoti joined in to make her smile.

Then it was time for rendezvous at the Christmas tree.

"Mom! Take a picture of my family."

Sachi got a surprise suede jacket from Santa. Ravi dug up an old straw hat to complete the cowboy outfit.

Then he tried it all on himself. He is always trying to fit in Baba's shoes.

Sachi has gained back most of his taste and it is fun to cook again. He still has hard time with chillies though. Here he is sampling the dessert pies. We brought an apple and pecan pie from Village Inn. Ravi made his (now famous) pumpkin pie.

The apple and pecan pies remained barely touched. Ravi's pumpkin pie vanished.
Ravi loves to cook. He often hovers around me when I am cooking and asks a lot of questions.
Suraj loves turkey and ate too much. Now he is relaxing with a game on TV.

And Jeff is right by his side on his favourite seat.

And someone is ready for cuddle time; I was meaning Sachi, not Surina.

"Someone take a picture. Quick. Don't we look alike?"

Everyone likes some one to one time with Surina

"I don't have the foggiest idea what you are saying Biji but keep talking!"

"Now this makes sense. I will let you sleep at night if you promise to hold me like this."

Suraj has the tender touch and Surina loves him. He will be a good mamu.

This is how we strap her in the car seat for travel. She is all set and ready on the kitchen floor to be taken to the car. Vivek mamu is comparing his feet with her feet for posterity.

Surina's morning routine: Watching TV with Aja and Biji.
Surina is trying to hold her own on a visit to cousins Isabel (4yrs.) and Finley (6 months).

When things get too rough it helps to tell Aja.

This is Surina's favourite toy to which she offered her first smile. She loves to look at it for ever and ever. What will we do when she finds out it cannot smile back?
Here are some specially memorable pictures

Being weighed at birth. 6 Lbs 12.2 ozs

The first cry.
Taken by Jeff with his cell phone.
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These pictures inspire me to start a dialogue on world peace so we can leave a better place for our children. Our diversity, which is man's biggest asset, is being used to push humanity over the precipice. Can we save ourselves? Do we even know what is PEACE? Will this prove to be our Armageddon
Till next time.....Ambi.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Dear Amrita,
Hearty congratulations! I find no words to describe the kaleidoscopic panorama you weave with your words and pictures. We too often open up your blog to watch your magic over and over again and to be one with all of you in your rejoicings. Suraina's eye-catching visage with ever changing moods is a feast both for eyes and the heart. No wonder it inspires you for world peace in such memorable words.
Your annual letter harbingering new year is in a class apart. Brief yet so profound as to rank amongst the best of literature. Brevity, well handled, is indeed the quintessence of perfection. It reminded me of Abraham Lincoln's Gettusbury address which is rated as the briefest in size but profoundest in content.
Love Daddy.

Unknown said...

Nuabou's marvelous delineation of life and its latest representative in the form of Surina, and Uncle's short but equally richly worded complement have left this awestruck reader totally humbled, and at a loss for words to express appreciation or appraisal....Hats off to both daughter and father in an abandon of sincere admiration, and pranams to both of you in a surrender of humble reverence....
In the midst of all the prevalent death and destruction, violence and vituperation, egomania and egocentricity, a cry of innocence that rose in the distant horizon a few weeks ago has served as a survival straw to cling on to.....How diametrically contrasting the comparison could be..... On the one hand, as Man lays siege on mankind and takes a seemingly irreversible plunge into the abyss of inhumanity, on the other, a tiny little child takes her first breath and exhales an aura of freshness into the same world transforming the heat of violence into the warmth of a mother's lap....unfolds a smile of innocence that soothes our open wounds in an inimitable touch of tenderness..... unleashes a cry that fills the discordant by-lanes of insanity with the symphony of melody....converting mindlessness to meditation, madness to sanity, cacophony to music....
Indeed, it would serve our complacent leaders well to listen to the voice of innocence and learn from a child's purity how to conduct their activities with transparency and truth, concern and compassion, integrity and intensity....
This site is much more than just a space to contain our incessant chatter...It started as a platform where prayers poured in from our entire Global family of friends and bloodline, directed towards survival and strength, relief and recovery, resurgence and resilience....and has now, in a short span of barely a year of its birth, evolved into a temple of love and care, life and regeneration, introspective reflection and spiritual insight.....
Let the music flow on.....let the thoughts pour on.....let the heart express itself through the labyrinth of words.....let the tears wash away the fatigue of life's eternal race....
Love and God bless you all.
Babi

v(ivek) said...

great pics! sooooooooo i finally decided after some popular demand by friends since college, to start posting random recipes i come up with. and i figured a blog might be a good place to do it. if you're ever bored, feel free to stop by :D

http://vivekmahapatra.blogspot.com/

love and pranams,
vivek

p.s. my word verification on blogspot is "mithoo" - hehehe...