He'll be two in twenty days and I'm watching my baby slip away from me. Every day there is something that he does that is so 'grown up' that I want to kick him out of the house and go bawl in the bathroom.
Yesterday morning he 'brushed' his teeth all on his own while V and I footled around with our own. OK, he brushed more tongue than teeth, but he did it on his own.
The other day I absentmindedly asked him to bring me some water and he went to the dining-table, climbed up on a chair, brought the 2l bottle of water down and carefully carried it to me.
He's still throwing tantrums but they are getting a shade more manageable. And sometimes they can be deflected by sending him off to send his "Aati" (plastic elephant) off to sleep. Once I thoughtlessly asked him to give "Aati" a bath as a change, and I found him marching off to the bathroom!
He still talks mainly in Babble but when he wears his little tailored shirts he looks like a little boy. Not my baby. He's growing up and reaching out to the world, learning new things every day. To him it's a wonderful world (barring the occasional parental frustration of his cherished aims). He wakes up with a wide grin, sure of his welcome. He walks into my arms when I'm angry with him, knowing he's still my own son. Baby, that's never changing, no matter how badly you and I fight.
Vicky is teaching him to apologise when I'm upset. He takes R to a quiet corner and explains to him that he must say sorry. Then the little boy comes over and tentatively smiles and reaches out.
I take him out with me, now and then, when I run my errands. He enjoys his trips to the Post Office. He's so good at making friends, somehow. He's the kind of child you find yourself playing with at public places. The other day he walked all the way from our place to the Post Office -- a long walk for 23 month old legs -- and then spent the ten minutes we were there chatting up whoever would talk to him. Which basically meant the whole room full of folks his grandparents age.
Spent all day yesterday sans diapers, until he went out yesterday. I will never again criticise parents for making their kids pee on the sides of the road. No, it's not a pretty sight but there's really nothing else for it. When V and I are on the ball he doesn't need diapers at home or for quick trips to the nearby shops.
He enjoys travelling and doesn't care how he does it. He loves going to new places and meeting new people. He wants his plateful of rice to fill him up but in between he's willing to taste all kinds of foods. He is showing a love of hot stuff, with chillies galore. Likes curd straight but not cooked, thank you. Loves chilli chicken. He is taking an interest in his clothes and has always taken an interest in mine, in how I do my hair. Now he shows me the vest/shirt I've laid out and hands it to me when he thinks that it's time he got ready.
When he's ready to leave, when he considers a visit has gone on long enough he hands me his sandals. Which he has outgrown. I have to bring out new clothes and shoes for him once more. The vest bought for him in July is now hanging above his navel.
He loves dancing and has some weird steps that Vicky insists on copying. The friendship between him and his father is something I watch and learn from. They fight and yell and hit each each other and they show each other an adoration I don't think they show me, dammit. When V and I fought V would retreat from us both, but of late he retreats only from me. R is now old enough to have an entirely separate relationship with his father. V tells me on the phone from work to put a particular stool out in the balcony so that his Bhabs can watch the world go by.
The sheer mischief in Rahul's look makes think. It's dancing in his eyes, coursing through his fidgety wee body, coming out in his grins. He sure doesn't get it from me.
And now he's here, climbing into my arms, refusing to be denied. Sticking one finger on his nose and looking at what I'm doing. I'm not sure whether I'm holding my baby or a little boy. Either way, he's all the sunshine in the world to me.