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A Baby's diary ( typical baby thoughts)

Hello all, I decided to snatch my mommy’s lappy while she is busy in her messy kitchen, breaking her head with a lot of things. I have been eyeing her lappy since quite long; I finally got to mess with it. She has been talking about me with you all since my birth. But do you really want to know what goes into my head? There are things she doesn’t know about. I am giving you guys a sneak peek into my head.

I like to wake up with my mommy which she doesn’t really expect but I can’t really help it. I am so obsessed with her. Sometimes, though she fools me by placing a comforter beside me, giving me the mommy-feel. As if that’ll work. Doesn’t she know a comforter can never be her? Duh! So anyway, I do get fooled a lot of times.

Once we’re awake, daddy picks me up. I think I like him; he talks and smiles a lot. And he even lets me stare at his lappy. Sometimes, he lets me watch TV with him (mostly sports) but mommy always switches off the TV. A few minutes later, he is waving goodbye. My face crumples but then I have mommy at home; I can bug her all day. What else do I need?

I have started crawling a lot. It takes effort you know, to be on all fours all day. My favorite spot is the kitchen. It’s just so interesting to be around so many plates and spoons and glasses and my mommy who is standing and mixing stuff. Probably, something for me to eat. It’s been five minutes and I am bored of crawling already.

I have to call mommy. But hey, I can’t talk yet. My babbles don’t mean anything yet. So let me just cry real loud to get her attention. Awwww awwww. She doesn’t look at me. How dare she? Louder and louder. Awwwwwwwwww. Still nothing! She gives me another cup and spoon. Duh! I look at the things curiously for a second. Nope, I just want her to carry me. I can’t believe she won’t look at me. With all my might, I cry harder and louder.

There she is. I am in her arms while she is busy stirring something on the cooktop. That was easy. Simply wanted to see what she is up to. A few minutes later, she places me on the floor again. Not really happy but that’s fine as long as she is in my vicinity.

She bought me new toys that bore me quickly. I have an attention span of five minutes so I don’t find anything interesting. Mommy won’t give up. She takes a board book and reads for me. Doesn’t she know I hate books? She said dad the other day she’ll buy a lot of books and won’t let me watch cartoons. Pah, I am a baby, not a learner for god’s sake. I love my itsy bitsy video which she doesn’t let me watch often cos she thinks it spoils me. I wonder how she gets these ideas.

Here comes food. F-O-O-D. wow, I am so hungry already. There comes a bib first around my neck. Now, she’ll strap me to my chair. Really, can’t she just give me my food. She’s so annoying at times. I have to cry now to let her know that I am real hungry.

Ummm, I am tasting my food. It’s yummy. It’s mushy with a few pieces to chew. Ten more spoons and I am bored with this food. Sometimes, she gives me boring food. I can’t even tell her if I like it or not. It’s such a pain to spit out food every time to let her know that I am full.

She says to me that she’d wish she could be a baby because my life is so carefree and easy. Really? Does she know that it’s been a struggle since day 1 to make her explain all my problems through a loud cry? Does she know how hard it is to reach every milestone each month? I can never forget the way I worked hard to roll over. Phew, how did other babies manage to do it? And now, I am trying to walk. It seems the scariest thing ever. I hope I get there by my first birthday. 

But let me tell you- being a baby comes with a fair share of struggles. But we smile a lot. A LOT. And we don’t fret about the little things. We cry and forget so that makes you think our life is easy.

I just discovered the technique of putting stuff into my mouth. Mommy gives me small bits to eat. However, I love to put stuff that’s lying on the floor. Pens, coins, cups, toys, dirt… she doesn’t let me taste anything. I hate her so much. Don’t tell her that because I can’t live without her.

She comes with another bowl of food. Yuck, I hate it. I just don’t want to eat. I keep spitting over and over and over until she gives up. It’s like waging war with her. She doesn’t give up that easily but I am tough. She complains about this to daddy, adding things like I troubled her all day by crying and not letting her do any work.

I glare at her. Really? What other work does she have other than meeting my demands? Of course, I don’t tell her that. I just smile because I’ll take my revenge soon. For now, I am just playing with daddy because I didn’t see him all day.

Gotta go. A lot of tasks ahead. Gotta crawl-gotta poop-gotta cry-gotta explore that mobile of mommy-gotta try walking- gotta bug mommy- gotta get hugs and kisses from mommy and daddy. YAWN. I am already sleepy.

About the Author : Chital Mehta loves to explore new books. After becoming a mother, she started this blog to share her experiences as a mother. Apart from being busy with her baby, she makes times for writing, reading and watching movies. She has authored 4 fiction novels. You can find details on her facebook page :Chital Mehta facebook

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  1. Awesome Chital... Great thoughts

  2. Great job !! Just loved reading it.

  3. Great job !! Just loved reading it.

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  5. I really liked the thought of writing about the baby thoughts..... It is hilarious....., love to see more from you ��.......chital


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