Bizarre bits of happiness!

It has been ages since I last posted. But I have been busy raising a child. A child that has already started crawling and standing up on his two chubby feet. So you can imagine the amount of calories that I have been burning.... not that it has created any empty spaces in my jeans (especially around the hip area), but I feel fit from all the round the clock workout... or rather terribly drained and utterly tired....

I was giving Aum a bath last evening when suddenly I realised that my happiness now revolves around such bizarre things... 

I think a mother's job is the weirdest of all. Once you become a mom, you start enjoying all kinds of silly things like your baby's firsts (sneeze, smile, babble, etc.) and also some really disgusting jobs....

For example picking your baby's nose. I have seen mothers do this even in public... 

Now imagine someone desperately trying to reach his nasal cavity on a bus or a train and the look people would give him.... But when a mom goes hunting down her baby's rabbit holes with her gigantic pinkie there are smiles on faces around them....

I 'so' look forward to cleaning Aum's nose after his evening bath. I plan this delightful ritual of nose-picking in advance. If I am going to gently squeeze the goop out while washing his face in bath or venture in those tiny nostrils with a twisted tissue and fish the marvelous lump of mucus out... the later being enormously satisfying. I often find myself twitching the whole day like an OCD patient to get into that tulip nose to exterminate those nasal monsters the minute they pop-up.

Another disgusting act that I passionately look forward to is, cleaning the poo...

Aum has his cycle set. He poos first thing in the morning. So whoever gets up first has to carefully get him out of his cot as his nappy is loaded. I often try and act as if I am tired and have had a rough night so that darling husband can do the honours.... But I diligently check and enquire about the texture, consistency, smell and colour of my son's mighty poo. 

I remember the time when I fought with the hospital nurse a couple of days after birth giving. She was so helpful that she just would not allow me to change my son's nappy! I have to admit, it was the most joyous of acts husband and me indulged in; apart form creating Aum. Just like 'do it yourself' Ikea assemblies, we were planning and discussing who would hold the legs up, who would wipe that tiny bum, the amount of pressure to be applied around the "sensitive area" so as to get it sanitised without squashing that precious package.....It was wonderful! 

There are so many such quirky moments that one cherishes as a mother. Like flying poo, vomits in cleavage while burping the baby, indiscreet 'baby' farts in public that arouse a sense of suspicion in minds of many and many more. 

Well thats my life for now and I am thoroughly loving it....with a secret hope that this is just a phase that will pass soon..... ;)