Getting toddlered-Part 2

In human sense, toddlers are totally insane hysterical little humans. It is just that they are way too cuter. And hence the former becomes insignificant and trivial. 

Imagine a tiny human screaming in its top notch pitch demanding for some useless thing that you threw in the garbage a week ago. (utterly helpless)
Imagine a little one pooping in the middle of your house and demands immediate clean up. (Yes, DEMANDS!!) And you had to prioritize it thus muting your ongoing zoom call.

Imagine a tiny cute alien wearing your half destroyed accessories and showing off like a little super star and all you could do is smile and put control over the trauma that it had just caused.
Imagine a little human pouring over a bowl of cereals onto your file stack just because she didn't like the taste of the raisins that were in it! (Byeee...... Off to redo my assignment !)

Welcome to toddler life!! 

Going through a tough phase? Spend a couple of minutes here.. You will thank me later!

Situation 1:

It was one pleasant morning and we had arranged for a photoshoot session in a couple of days. Me and Aara decided to twin this time and I took Aara to choose her costume so that I could find a similar one for me too. Off we went to our favourite designer. I was picturizing this little baby doll in the little mermaid version, the cute princess version and the pretty fairy version with cute little wings and a wand. Awwwwwwww... (Can't stop imagining how cute she would look). Whenever I saw my friends twinning with their daughters, I used to envy them. I had always wished for a baby girl so that I could doll her up the way I wanted and twin with her so that the world goes "Wow! What a mom daughter duo". And I could give that sheepish yet proud grin communicating -Yes that's my little product you are talking about! So this was my day.. this was the day I had been waiting for all this time. I was excited. 

Yeah.  So coming back.  The store keeper asked her so politely what she wanted to be, "Elsa or Rapunzel, my doll? I guess you would want to be Cinderella. Am I right?" 

"No princess. I'm a PIRATE ", my daughter exclaimed in a rough voice pretending to be one.

The shop keeper looked at me in dismay. Finding a much more intense version of his reaction on my face, he quickly handed over the pirate costume to me.  

I had always believed I had given birth to a princess- never knew it was a pirate version of me. (*facepalm*)

I never wished for something like this thereafter.. 

Situation 2:

I came home back from work, just to find a perfectly peaceful situation at home. my toddler playing with her acrylic paint and my hubby boy sunk into his favourite magazine. You never know the intensity of the word "peaceful" when I say this unless you have been there. How elited I was to see her fingers dumped on those beautiful colors. A streak of red on her button nose, a slash of yellow on her forehead, she looked like a little rainbow with limbs. The way she was moving her tiny fingers over some box like thing lying there.. Awww... (may be she was making a mother's day note for me) 😛 The inner me was damn excited!!

My hubby boy sitting there with proud facial features expecting me to congratulate about how well a dad he is. My eyes turned to hearts, promising him a special date through those unsaid words. My daughter then quickly brought the master piece to me and handed it over. I slowly lifted it up, my smile still expanding into a wide grin which now had spread from my right ear to the left. 

The box like thing was quite heavy. With utmost care I took it from her , my eyes still glued onto her pretty eyeballs that reminded me of the puss in boots scene.

My heart melted like fresh butter on a hot sauce pan. How lucky am I to have given birth to such a cute little human. My mommy instincts congratulated me secretly within. Now coming to the box thing that I was holding, it really felt heavy and Aara placed it in my hands and continued to smile the same way. My eyeballs shifted their gaze from hers to the thing on my hand, the black box like thing had a strap. I could feel...
What on earth??....... 
My heart skipped a beat.. Actually No, it stopped beating !!!!
Every organ of mine froze..
It was the ONLY Louis Vuitton bag that I dared to own in my entire life.!!!!

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A minute of silence would be too less... but still do it for me!

Just incase you were thinking of having kids.

Until next time,
Spreading smiles.

Link to the part-1 

https://amreenajan.blogspot.com/2019/07/getting-toddlered.html?m=1

 

(Trust me you will feel much better reading this! You are not alone!) 😅

Happy new year people !!