<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:29:56.012+05:30</updated><category term='weaning'/><category term='stand'/><category term='animals'/><category term='walking'/><category term='dad'/><category term='naani'/><category term='singing'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='talk'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='garden'/><category term='games'/><category term='mom-dad'/><category term='birth'/><category term='crawling'/><category term='tag'/><category term='proud mama'/><category term='happy'/><category term='nanny'/><category term='isha massi'/><category term='angry'/><category term='toys'/><category term='express'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='monthly update'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='jealous'/><category term='food'/><category term='strength'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='eating'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='cot'/><category term='antics'/><category term='sick'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='daadi'/><category term='park'/><category term='painting'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Life of Our darling Prince...</title><subtitle type='html'>Fond collection of the little tit bits of our prince's life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6058951102362627894</id><published>2009-06-04T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:52:25.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>After &lt;a href="http://monikamanchanda.wordpress.com/"&gt;my mom&lt;/a&gt; I have also decided to move &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new address &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://ourprinceojas.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update your blogrolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6058951102362627894?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6058951102362627894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6058951102362627894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6058951102362627894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6981068418993712697</id><published>2009-06-01T21:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:06:40.907+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>MFH in making</title><content type='html'>Ever since I saw &lt;a href="http://memyhubbynbaby.wordpress.com/2009/02/21/little-fridas-first-painting/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post at Priyanka's, I have been wanting to introduce Ojas to colors, but somehow it never happened... then the other day while shopping for a gift for a new born &lt;a href="http://www.crayolastore.com/product_detail.asp?T1=CRA+80-7004"&gt;I found this product from Crayola&lt;/a&gt; and thought of trying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave the tubs and the sheet to Ojas and waited to see what he will do... and I was in for a surprise because he looked at them for 2 minutes and then figured out that there some colors coming out of it... He figured out on his own how to hold them and how to rub on the paper for the color to come out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would color with one then leave it and pick up another... I was also surprised at how he preferred one over another... orange was the winner in the starting but now purple is the clear favorite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments make your heart swell with pride and then u forget all about the stubbornness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maestro at work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP4Km9rgSI/AAAAAAAABSk/3V-mVSODT3U/s1600-h/DSC05798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP4Km9rgSI/AAAAAAAABSk/3V-mVSODT3U/s320/DSC05798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386444133171490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it need more work or its done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP4is9KCpI/AAAAAAAABSs/eP2cfvKUMkI/s1600-h/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP4is9KCpI/AAAAAAAABSs/eP2cfvKUMkI/s320/DSC05796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386858058451602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done and this certainly needs applaud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP41iuFweI/AAAAAAAABS0/MAKHW3zc3H8/s1600-h/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP41iuFweI/AAAAAAAABS0/MAKHW3zc3H8/s320/DSC05797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387181728416226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the masterpiece &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP5HZHMS1I/AAAAAAAABS8/2uXHY55tYh8/s1600-h/DSC05799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP5HZHMS1I/AAAAAAAABS8/2uXHY55tYh8/s320/DSC05799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387488386992978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6981068418993712697?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6981068418993712697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/06/mfh-in-making.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6981068418993712697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6981068418993712697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/06/mfh-in-making.html' title='MFH in making'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SiP4Km9rgSI/AAAAAAAABSk/3V-mVSODT3U/s72-c/DSC05798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8113530695939532356</id><published>2009-05-28T09:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:17:27.586+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>happy or sad?</title><content type='html'>So what is a mom supposed to do when her 17-month (ok almost 18 month) old comes to her shows his nails and says nails cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should she be proud that her sons knows what are nails and that they are grown and they should be cut and finally communicates this or be ashamed of herself that she didnt see that it needs cutting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8113530695939532356?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8113530695939532356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-or-sad.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8113530695939532356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8113530695939532356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-or-sad.html' title='happy or sad?'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1139260578617030883</id><published>2009-05-26T10:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:25:42.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Splash Splash</title><content type='html'>We went to a friends house for a brunch, it was a hot day and the children wanted to have a dip in the pool... So the older children accompanied with their daddy's (the mommy werent prepared with their gears)... now seeing all children jump in the pool... my little prince wanted to go to... we had no swimming diaper and this was the first time he would have gone in the pool... but the children pool was pretty shallow so we decided to take him in and what a blast he had.... he took to water like a fish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some 1 hour in the pool he still didnt want to come back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sht1zgc-QiI/AAAAAAAABSE/v-z9TS5JtLc/s1600-h/Diya+FarmHouse+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sht1zgc-QiI/AAAAAAAABSE/v-z9TS5JtLc/s320/Diya+FarmHouse+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991310923088418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sht1zfVYXSI/AAAAAAAABR8/Fy-KnWOY4C0/s1600-h/Diya+FarmHouse+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sht1zfVYXSI/AAAAAAAABR8/Fy-KnWOY4C0/s320/Diya+FarmHouse+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991310622809378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this post has been lying in my drafts since almost two months as I didnt have the snaps with me... these days he goes to the pool almost everyday like a pro... swimming diaper, tube and the cap in place :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1139260578617030883?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sht1zgc-QiI/AAAAAAAABSE/v-z9TS5JtLc/s72-c/Diya+FarmHouse+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8262723560824574450</id><published>2009-05-25T20:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:40:27.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>Emotional Blackmail</title><content type='html'>is a technique that Ojas seems to have mastered off late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days whenever I scold him a little and tell him if u do this mumma wont talk to u... he comes and gives me paari (cups my face with both hands and brings the hands down), gives me a tight hug literally squeezes me with sound and then gives me kisses on left cheek first, then the right cheek and then on the lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me how can anyone be angry with him post that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8262723560824574450?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8262723560824574450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-blackmail.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8262723560824574450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8262723560824574450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-blackmail.html' title='Emotional Blackmail'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6412048847567367065</id><published>2009-05-19T14:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:26:18.775+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>Ready for school ya?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening the conversation in our house hold went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mumma loves u oju&lt;br /&gt;Oju : huhn&lt;br /&gt;Me: say I love u &lt;br /&gt;Oju : looow &lt;br /&gt;Me : I LOVE U &lt;br /&gt;Oju : looow&lt;br /&gt;Me: I LOVE U &lt;br /&gt;Oju : loow&lt;br /&gt;Me : ok then whats ur name &lt;br /&gt;Oju : Oju &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with this everyone was stunned silence in our house for a minute and then came the jubilation... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone asked him the question at least 3 times and he obliged confirming that he indeed knows his name is Ojas/Oju and it was not by fluke that he replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is making me really happy because no one ever taught him that... mumma is proud baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as massi says u ready for school now lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6412048847567367065?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4094855701802790723</id><published>2009-05-13T09:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:08:04.103+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly update'/><title type='text'>Smart 17</title><content type='html'>If this month can be called anything it has to be smart, u have shown us smartness in everthing... sometimes u have even behaved too mart for ur own good lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have learned so many new words that its unbelievable...u have a word for almost everything now... u have become the constant chatterbox of the house and even starting to put two words together and use sometime like kaha hai (kahan hai), aa jaao, go out (the favorite one)... and i can see what everyone was saying coming soon... our wish that u should keep quite some time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am at home you are truly becoming a mumma's boy, though I take secret pleasure in it too but man its not funny.... when I am sitting on my laptop and he is around he pulls my finger so hard that sometimes I feel that my finger will go with him if I dont :) there are times when I cant even go to the loo, u stand outside the door keep banging it and shouting mumma mumma till I come out... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your motor skills are improving quite a lot now, u can open and close almost all containers effortlessly now (screwing ones including), u love playing with ur &lt;a href="http://www.youshop.in/stacking-drums/funskool/toys/developmental-toys/babies/KID629200645626BHR21.htm"&gt;stacking drums&lt;/a&gt;, u open them close them and are able to place it on top of one another all of them... and that leaves your mumma grinning with pride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love making tower of your building blocks and join till 10 of them together to make a tower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time back V aunty gifted u an animal set and now u recognize all animals in it, what is a zebra,loin, elephant, rhino, giraffe,hippo... when we ask u to bring one the named animal u without fail bring that one and this we taught u only twice :) of course there are times when u dont want to play this game and that time the first animal we ask u, u smartly bring all of them and give it to us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have also started to learn animal sounds now, u do it well for cat, lion and dog... say cat u start meaow same for lion (sheru) and dog.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating for you still is a thing which should not be done... sigh but its ok am taking it easy though somewhere a little tensed as u are dropping percentiles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another major thing that happened this month was your introduction to TV, u had not seen TV till last month and mumma had thought of slowly introducing u to it after u become 18 months but selfish mumma and dada couldnt compromise on IPL and hence u see TV now :) the IPL matches.... and seeing IPL u have also started to play cricket with ur dada....its so cute to see u holding bat and flying it in air.... my youngest cricket player :) but guys any suggestions for good videos to start with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wasnt this a smart month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am yet again late for this post... and this time I dont even have an excuse... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4094855701802790723?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4094855701802790723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/smart-17.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4094855701802790723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4094855701802790723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/smart-17.html' title='Smart 17'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-852765399670712319</id><published>2009-05-08T16:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:08:29.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dodo</title><content type='html'>this is what Ojas is singing since yesterday, Dodo dodo dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 30 mins once he would take one of us to the kitchen and say dodo dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses what it could be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me tell u its Ladoo :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naani made besan dodo yesterday as he turned 17 months yesterday (I know the post is due, it will be up soon) and he loved it so much that its the only thing he wants to eat needless to say naani is flying in air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually so cute to hear him say dodo dodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-852765399670712319?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/852765399670712319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/dodo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/852765399670712319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/852765399670712319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/05/dodo.html' title='Dodo'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1758116377522647779</id><published>2009-04-28T15:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:33:05.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>The Birth Story</title><content type='html'>Every bit of my pregnancy was planned... we had been trying for sometime and when we got the news I was on the seventh heaven, top of the world. Would touch and feel my stomach 100 times a day and we were both a very happy couple... But then within a week of getting to know the good news started the morning sickness, which should please for heaven's sake stopped being called that as it just starts on mornings and lasts all day long, sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still adjusting to that when I saw some spots of blood and my heart skipped multiple beats, I immediately called my doc and the 5 mins that it took for her to attend to me felt like the longest period in my life... she told me if its only spots there is nothing to worry and prescribed me some medicines... and life went on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 month later the horror stuck again, in the wee hours of the morning I woke up feeling wet in the legs and we rushed to the hospital, the nurses and docs were quick to give medication and the bleeding was stopped in some 20 mins which was not very heavy anyways... but I was kept in hospital for about 4 days and put on bed rest for a month post that, after what had happened... I was ready to be on bed rest forever if that was what meant saying my baby's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was summoned from Delhi and hence started the bed rest pampering sessions, still accompanied my crazy so called morning sickness, it had become a joke in my house that if I was not to be seen on my bed I could be found in the loo puking... there was hardly anything that would stay inside me apart from IceCreams and I had loads and loads of it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And as this was going on in 10 days the horror stuck yet again...and this time with a greater strength, suddenly out of the blue I started bleeding like crazy, N was traveling and mom didnt know to drive... so the neighbors were summoned and we rushed to hospital yet again.. By the time we reached there the bleeding had increased even further, the medication was given and we were asked to wait and warned that the chances of my baby's survival are 50-50%, my heart broke, my mom held my hand tight and I didnt want to let her go... I guess she understood what I was going through... N had also reached by then and I just broke down when I saw him and cried like crazy, had no strength to deal with it anymore...By this time the assistant doc had announced that there are lumps and baby parts coming out and the baby is surely gone, the doc will come early in the morning and do a DnC... I think that was the worst night of my life... both me and N were holding each other's hand and crying all through... I had lost the most precious thing of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning the routine OT duties were done and I was taken to the OT for DnC... I touched my stomach one last time to feel my baby... the doc held my hand, ran a hand through my hair and I cried yet again... Anyhow I was given GA and then after couple of hours dazed I woke to see my doc's brimming face telling me that the baby is fine... For a minute I thought I am dreaming, that I am still unconscious under GA and dreaming about my lost baby but then the doc came and touched my head and I could a small tear in the corner of her eye too...She said no monika the baby is really alive and this time I cried truck loads but they were the tears of happiness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the baby was saved is a mystery still, my doc came to the OT and saw that the cervix was closed and felt tight, she did a scan, called N in and they both saw baby's heartbeat... and she came out of the OT without doing anything... My doc calls Ojas a Miracle Baby... she says that in her 40 yrs of career this is the first time she has seen this happening.... May be God wanted us to have him... He is truly a blessing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this I was on a strict bed rest all through and had a scheduled C-sect, which I dont regret a bit... I am proud of my scar that's where my miracle baby came from... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why women back such a big deal of normal vs c-sect delivery... because I didnt go through labor doesnt make a less good mom just as the fact I had a difficult pregnancy doesnt make a better mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is much more than some hours of labor and delivery infact motherhood is much more than those 9 months... motherhood is a lifetime of commitment, of love, of sacrifice, of braveness and of many more feeling I am yet to encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is what makes me complete, motherhood is a feeling of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sfbaslwp0vI/AAAAAAAABQM/oxprkPxBKt0/s1600-h/Ojas+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sfbaslwp0vI/AAAAAAAABQM/oxprkPxBKt0/s320/Ojas+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329687668624839410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: cross posted at my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1758116377522647779?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1758116377522647779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-story.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1758116377522647779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1758116377522647779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-story.html' title='The Birth Story'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sfbaslwp0vI/AAAAAAAABQM/oxprkPxBKt0/s72-c/Ojas+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3245599822068754872</id><published>2009-04-26T10:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:30:21.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Missing Dada too much</title><content type='html'>N is in a sales job and used to travel quite a bit but from the past some time owing to recession and travel restrictions in companies... his travel has stopped (which works good for us) :) so this time he was gone for 3 days after some 4 months or so...and from the second day on every evening Ojas would cry... dada dada dada, yesterday night he cried so much while sleeping and didnt sleep for 2 hours, went around all the house... looking for dada and finally slept on his swing saying dada aaja dada aaja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy, thankfully his dada is coming back today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3245599822068754872?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3245599822068754872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-dada-too-much.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3245599822068754872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3245599822068754872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-dada-too-much.html' title='Missing Dada too much'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6891507898527603904</id><published>2009-04-26T10:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:22:38.493+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Ojas proved that he is my son... he loves and adores chocolates, he got the taste of chocolate some 3 weeks back when a friend gave him one on the picnic we went to, he loved it we could all see it... but that was it both he and us forgot about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sigh that was till some days back when I was reading him the foods book which has a page on chocolates and he started shouting when he saw that, initially I couldnt understand what he is saying but then realised he was trying to take the chocolate out of the book and eat :) When he couldnt take it out he asked me to and when I couldnt he took the book to every person in the house, asking them to take the chocolate out... lol, this drama went for about 15 mins post which he started crying for chocolate and N had to step out to buy one and give him... I thought these things started after sometime... needless to say that the book has been hidden forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He displayed the same behavior in a party day before when he  saw a girl with one, was running behind her saying Choc, choc, choc... ya thats what he calls chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6891507898527603904?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6891507898527603904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6891507898527603904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6891507898527603904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8301353005127489222</id><published>2009-04-20T21:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:54:55.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>The Garden Story</title><content type='html'>Ojas loves being outdoors... most of u know by now but my garden is my favorite place currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every weekend (saturday and sunday both) the following is repeated while mumma-dada water plants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i put the pipe on the tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZjjvh6I/AAAAAAAABPA/wyishdR-osA/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZjjvh6I/AAAAAAAABPA/wyishdR-osA/s320/DSC05377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806621151528866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;start the tap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd0iFqRHI/AAAAAAAABOY/LjxaqKx333U/s1600-h/DSC05370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd0iFqRHI/AAAAAAAABOY/LjxaqKx333U/s320/DSC05370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805985101759602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;start watering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd08zxM1I/AAAAAAAABOg/B1jsKkLs0so/s1600-h/DSC05372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd08zxM1I/AAAAAAAABOg/B1jsKkLs0so/s320/DSC05372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805992274473810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and then start playing with water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd1LigEgI/AAAAAAAABOo/-32W1WDtLl4/s1600-h/DSC05373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd1LigEgI/AAAAAAAABOo/-32W1WDtLl4/s320/DSC05373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805996228579842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aaha the garden story cant be complete without some mud right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd1UKCcUI/AAAAAAAABOw/dNP1QA7vWr8/s1600-h/DSC05374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Seyd1UKCcUI/AAAAAAAABOw/dNP1QA7vWr8/s320/DSC05374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805998541893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i decide that i dont like this pot here and hence move it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZUl5hdI/AAAAAAAABO4/M1HDe9svisA/s1600-h/DSC05375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZUl5hdI/AAAAAAAABO4/M1HDe9svisA/s320/DSC05375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806617134040530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and at the end comes my super duper fav... the bath with the hose pipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZ2NrGyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/pE9LyulUIi0/s1600-h/DSC05382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZ2NrGyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/pE9LyulUIi0/s320/DSC05382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806626159237922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZ8ortdI/AAAAAAAABPI/0uJ0Mk8pjDE/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZ8ortdI/AAAAAAAABPI/0uJ0Mk8pjDE/s320/DSC05380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806627883136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun right? but sigh after all this which lasts about 1 hour he still refuses to come in and cries for about 10-15 mins after coming in... gosh how do i deal with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8301353005127489222?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8301353005127489222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-story.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8301353005127489222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8301353005127489222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-story.html' title='The Garden Story'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeyeZjjvh6I/AAAAAAAABPA/wyishdR-osA/s72-c/DSC05377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5135295211212295565</id><published>2009-04-18T17:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:02:38.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>The Best of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hiphopgmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-of-tags.html"&gt;HHG &lt;/a&gt;tagged me with this tag which was started by &lt;a href="http://badladies.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-according-to-mom.html"&gt;HBM&lt;/a&gt; and what a lovely tag it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the world in 80 clicks... lovely concept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is way too tough, there are so many things I love about motherhood and 5 is way less a number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the 5 things about motherhood I love the most (atleast I think so now, it might change the next minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;those little fingers, little toes, little eyes, little nose, little ears... all of them grew inside u and that there is one person whom u will know the longest, how much ever anyone tries... we mom's still have a 9-month advantage lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact that when u come back home after a very hectic and tensed day, the smile the hug the kiss and the musical hi of ur little one is enough to make u forget every tension and feel blissful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact that I am a much more responsible and caring person now, knowing that there is someone for whom I am responsible, who is depended on me... i am a better person I think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way I see myself and hubby complete and a family with my prince, the way I see the two most important people in my life be happy together and know that ya somewhere I have made the happiness possible lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that how I have become much more fearless and also a tolerant person at the same time, fearless as in will do anything to protect my son from the evil, and will do everything I can to make the world a better place to live and tolerant to the people who's only job is to criticize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I pass this tag to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://areason2write.wordpress.com/"&gt;areasontowrite &lt;/a&gt;who i think is from US originally but currently in delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doiwrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;nm&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://anirudhsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;anirudh's mom&lt;/a&gt;) from delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pourmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;monika &lt;/a&gt;from calcutta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myaalochane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suma&lt;/a&gt; from Australia (suma am i right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amateurabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abha&lt;/a&gt; from Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofymumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goofy Mumma&lt;/a&gt; from UAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2bsmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;2B's Mommy&lt;/a&gt; from New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://selfpondering.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life's Begins&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prisha's mom&lt;/a&gt;) from Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mesoliloquy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Solilo &lt;/a&gt;from US (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/"&gt;IHM &lt;/a&gt;from pune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5135295211212295565?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5135295211212295565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-of-motherhood.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5135295211212295565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5135295211212295565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-of-motherhood.html' title='The Best of Motherhood'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3519825272724805226</id><published>2009-04-14T16:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:48:06.861+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isha massi'/><title type='text'>Move over naani, massi is here</title><content type='html'>Ojas has abandoned us all since my chotti massi Isha landed from Delhi this morning... All he wants is massi... he pushes all of us away and is playing only with his massi... the minute she goes away she is Eeesha and shouts loudly aaaay and this continues till she comes back... she cant even go to the loo...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part is that he is pushing me also away... I thought he is all mine... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeRs8-zZnLI/AAAAAAAABN4/zfLk4TennEE/s1600-h/DSC05392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeRs8-zZnLI/AAAAAAAABN4/zfLk4TennEE/s320/DSC05392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500454365306034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeRs8tVrb7I/AAAAAAAABNw/PFKld8jeRSg/s1600-h/DSC05387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeRs8tVrb7I/AAAAAAAABNw/PFKld8jeRSg/s320/DSC05387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500449677242290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3519825272724805226?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3519825272724805226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/move-over-naani-massi-is-here.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3519825272724805226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3519825272724805226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/move-over-naani-massi-is-here.html' title='Move over naani, massi is here'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeRs8-zZnLI/AAAAAAAABN4/zfLk4TennEE/s72-c/DSC05392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5017669307965591130</id><published>2009-04-12T17:01:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:04:06.068+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Look who's here</title><content type='html'>Ojas is on the seventh heaven these days... ask why... nani came... and since then he has become a nani fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays with her, talks to her, eat also from her... we all are just existing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHR4oSDeAI/AAAAAAAABLs/nZ6O0bIQRRk/s1600-h/DSC05367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHR4oSDeAI/AAAAAAAABLs/nZ6O0bIQRRk/s320/DSC05367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323767005344659458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more reason to be happy... she has brought gifts too... &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/us/products/product.asp?id=28861"&gt;doodle pro&lt;/a&gt; that he has fallen in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHS8RCuKkI/AAAAAAAABL8/o6i4_Ih0jLk/s1600-h/DSC05281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHS8RCuKkI/AAAAAAAABL8/o6i4_Ih0jLk/s320/DSC05281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768167337437762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHS8Cv-EOI/AAAAAAAABL0/5LWb6WT7cOk/s1600-h/DSC05280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHS8Cv-EOI/AAAAAAAABL0/5LWb6WT7cOk/s320/DSC05280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768163500691682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got a cool football set which has a goal post and a ball... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlD3q-FPI/AAAAAAAABMU/UTs34l6RNis/s1600-h/DSC05274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlD3q-FPI/AAAAAAAABMU/UTs34l6RNis/s320/DSC05274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323788089175184626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlDjhnbtI/AAAAAAAABMM/qqBJVjD5IHE/s1600-h/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlDjhnbtI/AAAAAAAABMM/qqBJVjD5IHE/s320/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323788083767242450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlDV1pP4I/AAAAAAAABME/_z02w3BSYig/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHlDV1pP4I/AAAAAAAABME/_z02w3BSYig/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323788080093151106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5017669307965591130?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5017669307965591130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-whos-here.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5017669307965591130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5017669307965591130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-whos-here.html' title='Look who&apos;s here'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SeHR4oSDeAI/AAAAAAAABLs/nZ6O0bIQRRk/s72-c/DSC05367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1314045253438997171</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:14:59.446+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly update'/><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>I really cant believe I am doing the 16th month post already... It feels like just yesterday that I wrote the 15th month post... agreed I was late but still... It actually feels like just yesterday when u were born honey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the tittle of the post is sweet 16 because that's the way 16 has been said from ages but if I had to give it a tittle it had to be stubborn 16 because its clearly been the month of stubborn, if the mantra of 15 was independence the mantra of 16 is stubbornness... u want everything your way and one small no results in a complete 30 mins drama at home and it simply doesn't help that u have a memory bigger than most adults and don't get diverted easily. Something doesn't your way and phew thats it a big big tantrum and sure to come, u cry shout scream make angry faces throw your arms and feet around. And this specially if your mom-dad are around, your dadi and nanny tell us that you are a good boy when we are not around, why my darling have mom-dad something wrong? sob sob... last two weekends were so tough that your dad said he will go to work also on the weekend and now with me being at home we hear your shouts every 20 mins... gosh, have the trouble twos hit us so early???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that mumma is done with the complaining she also has to tell everyone that she is eating her words of the last month post that she thinks that you are not going to speak, the last 15 days have been only talking days... u have become like a parrot wanting to repeat everything anyone utters out, irrespective of what it means and how tough it is and the first word you said is unbelievable, no mumma no papa, i can claim to do a contest here and be sure that no one no one can guess the word... the first word u said was "tractar" (tractor for who didnt get it) and since then the vocab is on a constant rise... these are some of your favourites&lt;br /&gt;-hi (and u say it so musically its a treat to the ears and u greet us with one everytime u see someone after a while)&lt;br /&gt;-mumma&lt;br /&gt;-papa (though ur dad wants to be called dada and is trying hard)&lt;br /&gt;-chadi&lt;br /&gt;-abhi&lt;br /&gt;-acha&lt;br /&gt;-pitha (papitha)&lt;br /&gt;-tomto (tomato)&lt;br /&gt;-mumum (water)&lt;br /&gt;-nani&lt;br /&gt;-amuma (his great grand mother)&lt;br /&gt;-kal (kala his nanny)&lt;br /&gt;-off (switch on or off a electric point, its off for both)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month has also been a month of rough play, u have always loved rough play but this month the love has gone way too ahead, the minute u see your dada or sometimes even mom u want to go on shoulder and then do a complete palti while coming down. Your dada sometimes hold you from your legs and hangs you down for minutes all together and your laughter at that time is so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also learned to do round and round and simply keep doing it sometimes even for 10 mins and we all wonder whether you dont get dizzy by that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potty training has finally started too and we are currently on step 1 of the four step procedure your doc has told us, the good thing is that u are finally sitting on your potty seat happily with a book in your hand ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen is still your favorite place in the house and everyday morning and evening when mumma cooks u have to be with her sometimes messing up with the kitchen drawers and sometimes sitting on the kitchen counter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;please forgive my messy kitchen, morning cooking is usually messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohUJEbBI/AAAAAAAABKI/181EbyxZ58Q/s1600-h/DSC05262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohUJEbBI/AAAAAAAABKI/181EbyxZ58Q/s320/DSC05262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525256173513746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohVzMjmI/AAAAAAAABKA/oP9hqhy4sUg/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohVzMjmI/AAAAAAAABKA/oP9hqhy4sUg/s320/DSC05259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525256618643042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohEL2ufI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PeVGwVjKLGM/s1600-h/DSC05256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohEL2ufI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PeVGwVjKLGM/s320/DSC05256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525251890231794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/yippe-we-did-it.html"&gt;sleep routine&lt;/a&gt; that we formed sometime back there is one more thing which has got added recently and that is say bye and giving flying kisses to the 10pm train from the bedroom window, till it comes and you bye to it you simply wont go to sleep, mumma is dreading the day when the train is late or god forbid canceled. I think I am going to bribe the railway officials to keep that train on time ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also help mumma in plucking whatever little has grown in her garden....plucking tomatoes and spring onions what if they are not ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1qKBLxT1I/AAAAAAAABKY/KBz1cEJ5ITk/s1600-h/DSC05243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1qKBLxT1I/AAAAAAAABKY/KBz1cEJ5ITk/s320/DSC05243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527054970834770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1qJ7yG5-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/L7tdn9IPJmw/s1600-h/DSC05242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1qJ7yG5-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/L7tdn9IPJmw/s320/DSC05242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527053521020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eating is going ok... u eat sometimes, u dont eat the other times but I have learned to take it easy now... u eat something when u want to and that is fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your habit of keeping things in place which started last month has gone in a different dimension now, you now even now decide what is waste in the house and go throw it in the dustbin, the other day u were spotted picking up dust in the kitchen and throwing it in the dustbin.. till now you havent thrown something useful there and mumma is happy with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a lovely month apart and here are two of my fav pics of the month &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chilling out with dad after the gardening session&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1tCapJdtI/AAAAAAAABKo/9uUyWfbv168/s1600-h/DSC05250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1tCapJdtI/AAAAAAAABKo/9uUyWfbv168/s320/DSC05250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530222900868818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sitting on the low chair in dadi's room early morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1u6bS3JzI/AAAAAAAABKw/8KKoFefri3g/s1600-h/DSC05270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1u6bS3JzI/AAAAAAAABKw/8KKoFefri3g/s320/DSC05270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322532284660131634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1314045253438997171?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1314045253438997171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1314045253438997171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1314045253438997171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sd1ohUJEbBI/AAAAAAAABKI/181EbyxZ58Q/s72-c/DSC05262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6034139714487239099</id><published>2009-04-08T10:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:34:03.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>First Birthday Invite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoW1p1GGI/AAAAAAAABJw/w61nyPNc2Jw/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoW1p1GGI/AAAAAAAABJw/w61nyPNc2Jw/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322243601214019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoW9C8wGI/AAAAAAAABJo/mWdZQC2hjt0/s1600-h/Slide2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoW9C8wGI/AAAAAAAABJo/mWdZQC2hjt0/s320/Slide2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322243603198427234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoWnhn5pI/AAAAAAAABJg/y8be6uPqicw/s1600-h/Slide3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoWnhn5pI/AAAAAAAABJg/y8be6uPqicw/s320/Slide3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322243597421504146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for archiving purposes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6034139714487239099?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6034139714487239099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-birthday-invite.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6034139714487239099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6034139714487239099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-birthday-invite.html' title='First Birthday Invite'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SdxoW1p1GGI/AAAAAAAABJw/w61nyPNc2Jw/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6498960528764445776</id><published>2009-03-26T12:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:38:06.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>The Missing Pictures</title><content type='html'>on popular demand... here is a post of the pictures that were missing from the last monthly post (yaaa i found the usb cable finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chilling out on stairs with dad... its such a rare thing to see him sit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scsnt5J744I/AAAAAAAABHo/yl6P6adGKV0/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scsnt5J744I/AAAAAAAABHo/yl6P6adGKV0/s320/DSC05218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317387454431093634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in dad's shoes already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scsntt7lZrI/AAAAAAAABHg/-rtwMb4UH_c/s1600-h/DSC05215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scsntt7lZrI/AAAAAAAABHg/-rtwMb4UH_c/s320/DSC05215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317387451418109618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday classifieds is officially mine are baba i have to find my wife right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntdtE2qI/AAAAAAAABHY/OtWoTUxBdLQ/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntdtE2qI/AAAAAAAABHY/OtWoTUxBdLQ/s320/DSC05214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317387447062289058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my independent boy drinking from the sipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntNJPmSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Tp8avonq1Q4/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntNJPmSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Tp8avonq1Q4/s320/DSC05210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317387442617030946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok so this one has a story, long back I bought this from Tambourine from mothercare long back and once he took it to his massi and she sang the song famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3ne_dkaHbk"&gt;dhapli walle dhapli baja baja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and he loved it, no whenever he sees his massi he takes this to her and makes her sing the song over and over again... we are all fed up of the song, if massi is not there then mumma has to sing the song but massi sings it the best... so much so that once massi was not there and i was singing as soon as she came he snatched it from me and gave to massi :) and now he has started playing it himself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntKxlauI/AAAAAAAABHI/MdSNZjXMpcU/s1600-h/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/ScsntKxlauI/AAAAAAAABHI/MdSNZjXMpcU/s320/DSC05206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317387441980926690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to catch the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3qYgYPI/AAAAAAAABIQ/B_nYQDTnwSc/s1600-h/DSC05227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3qYgYPI/AAAAAAAABIQ/B_nYQDTnwSc/s320/DSC05227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393119822504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may be massi will get it for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SctAggnLnZI/AAAAAAAABIY/SUkJlmYsi9Q/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SctAggnLnZI/AAAAAAAABIY/SUkJlmYsi9Q/s320/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317414712295267730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love my tent, play hide and seek in it, just look thru the net... thanks to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ourboywonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend akki(and ok uncle-aunite too for it) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3p8KbvI/AAAAAAAABII/GAcIktlaj6U/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3p8KbvI/AAAAAAAABII/GAcIktlaj6U/s320/DSC05224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393119703625458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3RF5TaI/AAAAAAAABIA/iKn2dwb2EhE/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3RF5TaI/AAAAAAAABIA/iKn2dwb2EhE/s320/DSC05222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393113033559458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my pushcart, what if i have&lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/in/products/product.asp?id=45122"&gt; a very expensive fisher price pushcart&lt;/a&gt;... i choose a stool my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3OLyQJI/AAAAAAAABH4/OE8uIuJ_DHg/s1600-h/DSC05220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss3OLyQJI/AAAAAAAABH4/OE8uIuJ_DHg/s320/DSC05220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393112252956818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing pooja with dadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss2xS7Y3I/AAAAAAAABHw/6UJdSyNWxI0/s1600-h/DSC05219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scss2xS7Y3I/AAAAAAAABHw/6UJdSyNWxI0/s320/DSC05219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393104498287474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last but not the least resting after jumping in my fav place... the colony park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SctAhC-PAyI/AAAAAAAABIg/1JrhhGg65C0/s1600-h/DSC05656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SctAhC-PAyI/AAAAAAAABIg/1JrhhGg65C0/s320/DSC05656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317414721518764834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6498960528764445776?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6498960528764445776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-pictures.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6498960528764445776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6498960528764445776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-pictures.html' title='The Missing Pictures'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Scsnt5J744I/AAAAAAAABHo/yl6P6adGKV0/s72-c/DSC05218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5896519214512145871</id><published>2009-03-25T12:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:27:01.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>Yippe we did it</title><content type='html'>And those of u know me well and read my personal blog know that the biggest thing running in my mind and bothering me was getting Ojas off the bottle... I know its not a very big deal but from the starting I hated the bottle... doesnt do any good but then being a working mom I had no other option... i certainly dont have the patience to feed with katori and spoon I am sure abt that, Ojas had started taking one feed (expressed breast milk) from about 2 months and now he is 15 months so needless to say he was attached to it and I knew I had to work on this slowly patiently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started when he was 13.5 months old and 1.5 months of hard work has finally payed off... now he is finally drinking his milk three times a day from the sipper... and i am so happy about it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently his sleep routine has changed too from sponge bath and bottle milk its now sponge bath, story reading, cuddling with mama-dada, rolling on the bed and finally sleeping... its a long process and he is still long long way off from sleeping on his own but I am bothered about that now, currently I am basking in glory that mumma and Ojas have achieved the target that they set, leaving bottle before we turn 16 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u baby... u make mumma proud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5896519214512145871?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5896519214512145871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/yippe-we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5896519214512145871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5896519214512145871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/yippe-we-did-it.html' title='Yippe we did it'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3199012712575693121</id><published>2009-03-22T16:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:31.758+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly update'/><title type='text'>Very belated 15th</title><content type='html'>ok so u have a very bad mumma baby, she is late by two weeks for ur 15th month post... its almost like missing the update but this time she swears the fault is not hers... she had the text written so long back and was waiting for the damn usb chord of the camera to upload pics and sadly she hasnt been able to find it yet... so now I go and do the update without pics finally &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has good u are becoming more and more independent now... so if there is a mantra for the last month it has to be independence... u want to eat on ur own... drink on ur own so what if u drop half of it and u are even trying to take bath on ur own... u are able to very nicely drink from a sipper now BTW and u drink ur water and juice urself... and u tell us also when u want it ofcourse by sign language as i think u have decided not to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to speaking... we are still to hear u speaking... u blabber a lot but not really talking yet... it did get me worried initially but then i am fine... take ur own time as i know when u start u wont stop :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;U have become such a mumma's boy, if u see ur mumma around then u dont want anyone else...not even ur dad... though this is secretly giving me pleasure but baby this is not good and sometimes so tough for mumma too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train fever that u started last month has totally spread like an epidemic throughout the house... anyone who hears the train now says oh train and goes to the back door to see it... and ya that is even if u are not around :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a delight to see u everyday morning with ur dadi doin pooja... the nastik daddy and the lazy mumma dont do any pooja anyways so u decided that u have to make up for their sins and do jai jai every morning with ur dadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started thinking of potty training u last month and I thought the first step is to just let u loose and hence I bought some underwears and my 24*7 diaper ojas started running around in the house without them and peeing all over the house...and each time he did pee i had told my maid to take her to the bathroom and clean him... what I didnt expect is that now he is taking us to the bathroom 30% of the time he wants to pee, the first time he pulled my hand to take me to the loo i thought he wants to play with water and didnt take him and then he did susu... the next time he told me i paid attention and when he did pee i was on seventh heaven he he... agreed he does it only 30% of the time and agreed sometimes after taking him there he doesnt do and does just when we step out but atleast he is telling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dear ojas u absolutely refuse to sit on ut potty seat... so i think for me it'll be toilet training for u first and potty training later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very good thing u have learned is to keep things back at their places and u have learned it way to much and there are times when u are seeing keeping mom's clips and bag, dad's phone and all the other things at their places too and ur toys have to be have to be in their place... i hope this continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u baby... u are growing u way too fast ( i think this is how I end all my monthly updates) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people guess what is oju's lullaby these days... I bet u cant... its &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0RCVX1Wgw4"&gt;none other than Genda phool&lt;/a&gt;... glad that he has a good taste in music :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3199012712575693121?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3199012712575693121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-belated-15th_22.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3199012712575693121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3199012712575693121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-belated-15th_22.html' title='Very belated 15th'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8235454677029308383</id><published>2009-03-12T12:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:35:30.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Holi Hai</title><content type='html'>Though I wanted to do but due to some reasons we didnt really celebrate holi this year the way we usually do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a bunch of nice people in the colony who make it point to carry the holi tradition and go from house to house to put gulal and exchange sweets... so yesterday Ojas saw them from the window and became super excited... i was initially thinking he might get scared but my dare devil again proved me wrong... he no scared of nothing :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with them he just allowed them to put colors on him and kept observing them... and we came back inside he took the color from my hand and put in on my face just as everyone outside was doing... I couldnt stop myself from crying buckets full... i assure u we could have played holi in the amount of tears that came out ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave u with some pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: excuse if they are shaky most are clicked by my maid (her first time) by my phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3jfuQDCI/AAAAAAAABGU/XuhndAGuyQI/s1600-h/DSC05675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3jfuQDCI/AAAAAAAABGU/XuhndAGuyQI/s320/DSC05675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312197580922293282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3i7UsNOI/AAAAAAAABGE/f6fR2EpvJuQ/s1600-h/DSC05673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3i7UsNOI/AAAAAAAABGE/f6fR2EpvJuQ/s320/DSC05673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312197571151410402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3iwdwtAI/AAAAAAAABF8/XgkktnIuHUk/s1600-h/DSC05671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3iwdwtAI/AAAAAAAABF8/XgkktnIuHUk/s320/DSC05671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312197568236663810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SbjBq1w8OUI/AAAAAAAABGc/RB0HFMTrWyc/s1600-h/DSC05670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SbjBq1w8OUI/AAAAAAAABGc/RB0HFMTrWyc/s320/DSC05670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312208702214519106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he really loved the colored water when i took him to take bath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3jPOlvsI/AAAAAAAABGM/ZvGfVQdpkSs/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3jPOlvsI/AAAAAAAABGM/ZvGfVQdpkSs/s320/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312197576494530242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8235454677029308383?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8235454677029308383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/holi-hai.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8235454677029308383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8235454677029308383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/holi-hai.html' title='Holi Hai'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sbi3jfuQDCI/AAAAAAAABGU/XuhndAGuyQI/s72-c/DSC05675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1717855322135679064</id><published>2009-03-03T22:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:26:10.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Chandamama Door Ke</title><content type='html'>I was so reminded of this rhyme today when my little one wanted to catch the moon... Oflate he has started to fall in love with the moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 10 days back his daadi took him out in the evening to show him moon and since then he wants to see it everyday and one day in between on a no moon night he was really sad and frustrated that he cant see it... he was searching all over the sky and done doing his waving action to represent its not there and do huhn huhn... He refused to come back inside and it was only after 10mins that he was convinced that its really not there and came back in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight he wanted to catch the moon... poor fellow was trying hard very hard to stretch himself to reach the moon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son wants to now reach the moon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1717855322135679064?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1717855322135679064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/chandamama-door-ke.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1717855322135679064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1717855322135679064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/chandamama-door-ke.html' title='Chandamama Door Ke'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1505074253061030026</id><published>2009-03-02T15:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:22:59.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>My first born : My Prince</title><content type='html'>I had done this tag on Facebook before but then &lt;a href="http://themunchkinblog.wordpress.com/2009/03/01/my-first-born/"&gt;Muchkin's Mom tagged me on blog too&lt;/a&gt; and like she said it would be great to read after some years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was planned I couldn't react for 2 mins post that I just screamed in delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was planned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home pregnancy test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby though I didn't tell, my scream did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;8. DUE DATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup and it was all day long and all thru the 9 months, infact when I delivered I had gone to the hospital because I was throwing up too much that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IceCreams, Icecreams and icecreams... i lived on them and ya mangoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be saying but mil.... with her still don't care attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I longed for a daughter but now I think couldn't have been better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh me I actually lost weight and gained much more after delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes... :( :( I still whine abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...I was hospitalized twice and was on bed rest for 6 months, I had bleeding twice and then forever puking was a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipal Hospital, Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No labor it was a planned c-section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL/BIRTH CENTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses and the doctor and the OT machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.78 kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 yr, 2 months, 3 weeks and 2 days old (oh ya i copied that from the ticker :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the questions added by Muchkin's mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;27. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED THE SEX OF THE BABY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was sleeping, the epidural didnt work on me so I was given GA, but then post couple of hours when I was half asleep and half awake a nurse told me and I was like ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;28. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST REACTION ON SEEING THE BABY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny he is... seriously that was my first reaction... he was really small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;28. DID YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I got over from his being tiny... truck loads... I cry at the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats my son seeing water from a houseboat in Kerala when he was 8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sau6XfkO_qI/AAAAAAAABBU/Hetxkb6WXws/s1600-h/DSC04206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sau6XfkO_qI/AAAAAAAABBU/Hetxkb6WXws/s320/DSC04206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541498559495842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I now tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jason-appleofmyi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lijy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourboywonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vandana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofymumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goofy mumma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pourmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monika,ansh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1505074253061030026?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1505074253061030026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-born-my-prince.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1505074253061030026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1505074253061030026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-born-my-prince.html' title='My first born : My Prince'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/Sau6XfkO_qI/AAAAAAAABBU/Hetxkb6WXws/s72-c/DSC04206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8831280633509933604</id><published>2009-02-23T08:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:23:41.959+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'>Mera mummy papa kahan hai</title><content type='html'>Saturday we had planned to catch a 10pm movie show and hence we gave him his night bath and put him his night suit, cuddled with him and then gave him to his nanny to give him his milk (ya i know he should be leaving the bottle but i trying) drinking which he sleeps without fail... and we left the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he finished his milk and didnt sleep... my maid tells me that he started doing actions that he wanted to go out of the room and he made her take him to every room of the house even the bathrooms :) searching for us is what we all guess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he didnt find us in the house he made her take him out, saw that the car is not there and did his usual act of waving hands when he doesnt find anything and then came back to his room long faced and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god my baby when did u grow up so much to understand this much and miss us too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8831280633509933604?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8831280633509933604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/mera-mummy-papa-kahan-hai.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8831280633509933604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8831280633509933604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/mera-mummy-papa-kahan-hai.html' title='Mera mummy papa kahan hai'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1750694818082265608</id><published>2009-02-17T14:25:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:47:37.599+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Ojas's hair had off late started resembling a rock star like umkempt mane so we decided its high time we gave him a haircut... Me and N have given him some kind of a cut twice before at home but now that he has grown up a bit we thought it would be good if we took him to a professional hair dresser... so the search began sometime back and the other day we stumbled upon a nice Family Spa and Saloon in brookefields and saw that they have a nice kiddie corner so it was decided this is going to be it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Ojas there this Saturday evening... this is how the place looks like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp9E8vJVCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/5-Klfsixvyo/s1600-h/DSC05641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp9E8vJVCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/5-Klfsixvyo/s320/DSC05641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689035159000098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp9EhKUGhI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QNisbg2M2eE/s1600-h/DSC05642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp9EhKUGhI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QNisbg2M2eE/s320/DSC05642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689027756759570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint it pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojas was very kicked to see the place, I dont blame him I was too :) so the guy started put the drape around him and he was really happy with that too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp-wfxJXBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7MRfESif7H4/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp-wfxJXBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7MRfESif7H4/s320/DSC05644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690882808634386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp-wQseCWI/AAAAAAAAA_k/yiU7pievg2Y/s1600-h/DSC05645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp-wQseCWI/AAAAAAAAA_k/yiU7pievg2Y/s320/DSC05645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690878762486114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was peacefully getting his haricut done my heart was throbbing when will the screams start... and then there it was he first removed his cape and then started to meddle with his hair and the dresser's comb and scissor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp_cDj63WI/AAAAAAAAA_0/7mofaiBDgqw/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp_cDj63WI/AAAAAAAAA_0/7mofaiBDgqw/s320/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303691631151209826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then N had to hold his hands and this is how he became my heart pained to see him wail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp_9zI8j1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/ekKv6DmPcUA/s1600-h/DSC05648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp_9zI8j1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/ekKv6DmPcUA/s320/DSC05648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303692210858659666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the guy was really good and managed to finish the hair cut in like 3 mins post this, I am actually very impressed by him... he got so little snips but still managed a good hair cut.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how the result looks like... aint he looking adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZqAfMUQ5UI/AAAAAAAABAE/JMn6tG4rBUc/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZqAfMUQ5UI/AAAAAAAABAE/JMn6tG4rBUc/s320/DSC05649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303692784552699202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haan he just refuses to give me a front pose :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1750694818082265608?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1750694818082265608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircut.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1750694818082265608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1750694818082265608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SZp9E8vJVCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/5-Klfsixvyo/s72-c/DSC05641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8294558602230074611</id><published>2009-02-11T17:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:06:53.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly update'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Fourteen</title><content type='html'>Baby I know I am late in doing this post but I was busy... sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what a month it has been the last one... The most important thing that dominated the whole of last month was your ability to understand things... U absolutely amaze at the amount of things you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U were already understanding the basic instructions like give, go, take etc last month and now u are understanding even instructions like "Pick it up and put it here" which really amazes me... If we ask u to get our phone to us then you go and search for the person's phone and hand it to them... mumma will get her phone, dada his and massi hers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know where your biscuits and cheerios are kept and when u feel like eating something you take us there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what socks are where they are kept, u also seem to understand that you have wear them in the feet and one day mumma caught you trying to wear the socks.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U surely understand when it is time for mom and dada to go to work, as soon as you see them picking up their laptops you run to door before they can reach the door... u have also learned how to open the door lock though I am glad that u dont have enough strength yet to do it ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what is head and hands now.... when asked for head u so cutely take ur hand to ur head and keep it there and u wave your hands when asked where are hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a train track behind our house and u love to see the train... U can hear it before any of us can and then u pull us towards the back door and point that u want to see the train and when it comes u see with such concentration that when can believe that u would be a engine driver one day, today morning around 6am there was a train passing and in half sleep u got up to see the train... and when u were done thak u were sleeping on mumma's shoulders again... unfortunately mumma couldnt  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U also seemed to have mastered the art of facemaking... the kind of expressions you give these days is just beyond imagination.... when u get angry u make a round face with lips protruding out... When u are hiding something from mumma u make that nuaghty innocent face that ur dada loves to see and u also roll your both your hands to show over these days or when u cant find something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur fav game these days is hide and seek, we hide and then call and u search for us and when u find us your laughter at that time is most precious thing baby... and from some days u are trying to hide yourself too... u'll go behind the sofa and then do uhh uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have finally give a flying kiss... and what a process that was from putting our hands on our mouths when asked for a flying kiss, then to putting your hands on our mouth, then to taking your hand to your mouth and just letting it be there you are finally now blowing flying kisses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating has touch wood slightly improved this month, though what started as &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-rusk-for-mothers-pride.html"&gt;sharing&lt;/a&gt; has become your perfect tool to not eat when u dont want to... u dont like the food stuff it in mumma's mouth... each time she tries to give u a spoon give the biggest smile possible and divert the spoon to mumma and bingo problem solved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being so good in understanding u are still zero in talking, there is not even one comprehensible word u are saying tell now... mumma is dying to be called mumma baby....when will u start talking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all u are being a very nice baby... Mumma loves u a lot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8294558602230074611?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8294558602230074611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/fantastic-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8294558602230074611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8294558602230074611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/02/fantastic-fourteen.html' title='Fantastic Fourteen'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2404116930169241413</id><published>2009-01-30T13:52:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:06:28.326+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Innovation</title><content type='html'>See what I have new ways of using a tricycle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sholay style... yeh dosti i just need a pillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6BmS2zbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/oUL056rxzqw/s1600-h/DSC05001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6BmS2zbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/oUL056rxzqw/s320/DSC05001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297000648363396530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it doesnt need to necessarily move right...steering practice is also imp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6mnuTZiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pBewXU-JlI8/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6mnuTZiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pBewXU-JlI8/s320/DSC05053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297001284402112034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6mdZlNQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/fnKFHCKhBE8/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6mdZlNQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/fnKFHCKhBE8/s320/DSC05051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297001281630844162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can sit inside the handle too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7Ae11nOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iMtREHrNGfQ/s1600-h/DSC05054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7Ae11nOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iMtREHrNGfQ/s320/DSC05054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297001728694394082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manual reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7StVVPHI/AAAAAAAAA5A/EC88Xj8AVrA/s1600-h/DSC05070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7StVVPHI/AAAAAAAAA5A/EC88Xj8AVrA/s320/DSC05070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297002041822231666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or this sholay style... my daredevil control man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7h4UlS4I/AAAAAAAAA5I/rMNb5x_jRvg/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7h4UlS4I/AAAAAAAAA5I/rMNb5x_jRvg/s320/DSC05072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297002302469917570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it works as a ladder too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7ztsXKrI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dUx0ZHl1KnM/s1600-h/DSC05074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK7ztsXKrI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dUx0ZHl1KnM/s320/DSC05074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297002608854510258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me if I can do all this then why should try and ride the normal boring way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2404116930169241413?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2404116930169241413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/innovation.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2404116930169241413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2404116930169241413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/innovation.html' title='Innovation'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SYK6BmS2zbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/oUL056rxzqw/s72-c/DSC05001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2884247812086836990</id><published>2009-01-28T08:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:44:45.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud mama'/><title type='text'>One Rusk for the mother's pride</title><content type='html'>however cheesy the tittle may sound but come what may this is the only thing coming to my mind since this incident :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Ojas was with N when I gave him a rusk to eat and he took a bite and then he started doing something that shocked us...he made N eat some and then came to my godi and gave me some and he followed this cycle... would take one bite, give one to N and then one to me... baby mama is proud of u and loves u a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S_A3MURI/AAAAAAAAA3U/--9BCVlocPM/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S_A3MURI/AAAAAAAAA3U/--9BCVlocPM/s320/DSC05080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296183666816078098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S_LyUzkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/adK7CwwDGQQ/s1600-h/DSC05081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S_LyUzkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/adK7CwwDGQQ/s320/DSC05081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296183669748452930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S-p_7EDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/odUJF6ypdJ0/s1600-h/DSC05082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S-p_7EDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/odUJF6ypdJ0/s320/DSC05082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296183660678680626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2884247812086836990?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2884247812086836990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-rusk-for-mothers-pride.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2884247812086836990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2884247812086836990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-rusk-for-mothers-pride.html' title='One Rusk for the mother&apos;s pride'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX_S_A3MURI/AAAAAAAAA3U/--9BCVlocPM/s72-c/DSC05080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2492230286393511430</id><published>2009-01-27T12:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:43:46.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Animal kingdom and me</title><content type='html'>We went to coorg this weekend... though I will do the full update and pics later, could resist sharing these ones... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojas saw some chickens on our friend's estate and just feel in love with them... was running all around trying to catch them... my friends daughter was a little scared but dare devil... naah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;standing on a higher ground watching them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6u86IZ3OI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aDB0HfjEuAA/s1600-h/DSC05612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6u86IZ3OI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aDB0HfjEuAA/s320/DSC05612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295862573254171874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and running after them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6vh454CnI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Y7DMuUC7pIQ/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6vh454CnI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Y7DMuUC7pIQ/s320/DSC05614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295863208579959410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6vhQtQ5OI/AAAAAAAAA2U/N8rFYd18gvU/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6vhQtQ5OI/AAAAAAAAA2U/N8rFYd18gvU/s320/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295863197789644002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was some dogs that were caged because of the two children and he wanted to touch them and wanted them to come out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6z1Zn7SXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RZkIltKDw7g/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6z1Zn7SXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RZkIltKDw7g/s320/DSC05617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295867941827070322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6z0xKflhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/A1WhqX_D3ko/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6z0xKflhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/A1WhqX_D3ko/s320/DSC05616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295867930966201874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2492230286393511430?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2492230286393511430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/animal-kingdom-and-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2492230286393511430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2492230286393511430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/animal-kingdom-and-me.html' title='Animal kingdom and me'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SX6u86IZ3OI/AAAAAAAAA2M/aDB0HfjEuAA/s72-c/DSC05612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4964757790404689755</id><published>2009-01-12T12:09:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:45:23.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Maiden Visit to the colony park</title><content type='html'>So on Friday I took Ojas to his first visit to the Colony Park and he just fell in love with it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went on the swing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnvErsXbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HWCDTi2ZFIc/s1600-h/DSC05570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnvErsXbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HWCDTi2ZFIc/s320/DSC05570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295508196941234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the merry go round &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwMzdNII/AAAAAAAAAzI/NmDcStauF6o/s1600-h/DSC05576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwMzdNII/AAAAAAAAAzI/NmDcStauF6o/s320/DSC05576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295527556854914" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnvoY1bBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RtSIqRpywGM/s1600-h/DSC05575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnvoY1bBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RtSIqRpywGM/s320/DSC05575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295517781519378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the slide as its supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwPDVuQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/J5qOT72wI_g/s1600-h/DSC05578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwPDVuQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/J5qOT72wI_g/s320/DSC05578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295528160344322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on the slide ulta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwkOpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/gZ_mf7N2B2I/s1600-h/DSC05579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnwkOpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/gZ_mf7N2B2I/s320/DSC05579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295533844899746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt want to be held on the circular slide... i am a big boy i can go on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrqoiWTX-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7JbfPK9YTqM/s1600-h/DSC05581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrqoiWTX-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/7JbfPK9YTqM/s320/DSC05581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290298694436085730" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved playing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrrOEGUWAI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Ej_73KMYWjw/s1600-h/DSC05583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrrOEGUWAI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Ej_73KMYWjw/s320/DSC05583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290299339151005698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrrN35mxcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Q58ogpCff3U/s1600-h/DSC05580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrrN35mxcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Q58ogpCff3U/s320/DSC05580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290299335876462018" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed for a second round of merry go round and this time to walk on that while it was going round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrsGAx8SqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/VRlQ50UYJR4/s1600-h/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrsGAx8SqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/VRlQ50UYJR4/s320/DSC05589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290300300332911266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrsGO12kXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CXnmlyV5kjQ/s1600-h/DSC05587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrsGO12kXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CXnmlyV5kjQ/s320/DSC05587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290300304107409778" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase u have time check this video of his playing with sand (its a 58 sec video)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a17cbf10115e9984" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da17cbf10115e9984%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D67C28471DCF41A12AEBF61932B3448233A5ABE.2520BE2307D4FA415205154253D43C45963A0D34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da17cbf10115e9984%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNUqVlres5LHIgBmed5NiTGoA-Ys&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da17cbf10115e9984%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D67C28471DCF41A12AEBF61932B3448233A5ABE.2520BE2307D4FA415205154253D43C45963A0D34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da17cbf10115e9984%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNUqVlres5LHIgBmed5NiTGoA-Ys&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a great time and just refused to come back from there, pushing my hand away when I was trying to take him off a jhula and screaming when I wanted to bring him back home after 45 mins of fun... hopefully he will enjoy this everyday now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: please let me know if u can see the video, this is the first time I have uploaded a video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4964757790404689755?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a17cbf10115e9984&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4964757790404689755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/maiden-visit-to-teh-colony-park.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4964757790404689755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4964757790404689755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/maiden-visit-to-teh-colony-park.html' title='Maiden Visit to the colony park'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SWrnvErsXbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HWCDTi2ZFIc/s72-c/DSC05570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3946417194858312694</id><published>2009-01-07T13:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:21:10.792+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Teenage begins....</title><content type='html'>of course the monthly... My prince turned 13 months today... This is the first time I am doing a monthly update for Ojas as off late I have realized that one for sometime I have not been able to do very regular updates to this space and two most of the update capture his antics rather than the progress and there still is so much left to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear baby your turn 13 months today and you are slowly inching into toddler hood now... You clearly have a mind of your own and want things done the way you want... but more on that later, lets first talk about the things that you are able to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-two-six.html"&gt;One, two and six steps&lt;/a&gt; you have now come a long way to now running all over the house, thats what you are practically doing these days... your favorite time pass these days seems to be carrying one thing in each hand and going all over the house banging them together and singing hoon hoon hoon along with that... its so hard to make u sit for sometime... we get tired but you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-all-aboout-s.html"&gt;Spiderman antics&lt;/a&gt; still continues... you love to climb just about everything... sofa, bed, centre table, stairs and you now climb them like big people one step at a time holding our hand... and only yesterday you climbed up our bed and then onto the window sill next to the bed and from there up and up on each rod in the window and went all the way to the touch the curtain rod... my sweet little spiderman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-after-thinking-long-back-that.html"&gt;getting the first two teeth so late&lt;/a&gt; you have made a lot of progress on that front in the past one month and you now have three more teeth and one more is coming so mostly by the end of this week u will be a guy with 6 teeth :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have also become very smart in understanding things, you understand the meaning of the words Go, give, take... you understand what is ball and you know where are your toys... While we are on ball you love to play ball-ball, we will throw it, you will go get the ball give it back to us and then we will throw it again... and in this process sometimes the ball goes below the diwan in the hall and then when we ask you where is the ball you bend down and search for the ball below the diwan as most of the times that is where it is :) when we want to remove your clothes we say put your hands up and you are ready with you t-shirt to be removed... though its not as easy to put clothes back on you simply hate that... you are a smart boy my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also love to play with building blocks, you cant make shapes as of yet but u love to attach them with one another and then remove, attach and remove and repeat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also seem to have a strange fascination with kitchen and everything to do with it, if u find the kitchen door open then u run inside faster than us and start opening the doors and getting all the utensils,throwing all the dal dabbas out of their places you even picked up a dabba which contained almost 2.5kgs of rice we were all surprised... boy u are taking your name too seriously &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to squat, if u are going to sit at some place, mostly it is squatting and you are able to sit like that for a long time, your dad says you are ready for potty training on an indian seat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now also able to express what you want clearly most of the times, when you need water you hold our finger and take us to the dinning table, scream and point towards your sipper, if there is a toy you want us to play with you go pick up the toy and hand it to us... in the evening when it is time for your walk you hold your kala didi's (his new nanny) hand and drag her to the main door of the house... and then to your pram... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that you do these days that surprises us the exchange, till sometime back when you would touch anything dangerous we would divert your attention by giving your toy and taking that thing back and now you are doing the same to us, if you want something from us you simply bring a toy, give that to us and smartly take the thing you wanted... and what can we say you learned from us only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go for car rides and when the gate is open you will hold our finger take us to the road in front of our car (ya you recognize it) and go stand in front of the back door (that is where his car seat is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all this you have become extremely stubborn you absolutely want things your way and if they dont happen the way you want you scream at a pitch that is unbelievable it feels like you will bring the whole house down if u are not given what you want, still trying to  figure out how to deal with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating still remains a problem though now slowly you have started to eat what we eat a little little what we eat and no mirchi no khara for you... but still there are days when you dont eat anything in the whole day I am trying to be normal about it and not fret too much over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also moved smoothly from your formula to cow's milk and are now talking cow's milk without any problems... and now the next task is to wean you from the bottle to the sipper which you are already using for drinking juice, water etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my dear prince you are growing up way too fast and I afraid before the blink of an eye you will be all grown up with an old mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its mumma's job to change the ticker and the background will do it soon baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: somehow blogger is giving some problem in uploading pics and wanted to do this post today... pics later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3946417194858312694?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3946417194858312694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/teenage-begins.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3946417194858312694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3946417194858312694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/teenage-begins.html' title='The Teenage begins....'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1547543716647268554</id><published>2009-01-05T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:26:53.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening i was feeding Ojas his dinner and our neighbor came down, Ojas has met her before but I dont know what came over him yesterday as soon as he saw her he started crying and then he would look at her and cry harder, she went to the other room he became quite and then he saw her again and cried even harder... just wondering what was it? he has never done this before so I am confused and worried... Any clues people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1547543716647268554?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1547543716647268554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1547543716647268554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1547543716647268554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-119854234345424397</id><published>2008-12-31T16:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:27:07.124+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Youngest DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPw5ccX0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0Y0hMbOkCrs/s1600-h/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPw5ccX0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0Y0hMbOkCrs/s320/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285906289121845058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPwR0MNkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/36mFY3G48zQ/s1600-h/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPwR0MNkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/36mFY3G48zQ/s320/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285906278484031042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPwAJjxhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/4bUht_Qtpl4/s1600-h/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPwAJjxhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/4bUht_Qtpl4/s320/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285906273741817362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me, DJing at Aicy uncle's xmas party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-119854234345424397?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/119854234345424397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/youngest-dj.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/119854234345424397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/119854234345424397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/youngest-dj.html' title='Youngest DJ'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SVtPw5ccX0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0Y0hMbOkCrs/s72-c/Nara%27s-XMAS-08+037+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3603019851806509544</id><published>2008-12-28T14:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:10:07.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Flirt</title><content type='html'>As some of u mentioned in the previous post that he is going to grow up to be a flirt... I think he decided to give me a proof... Yesterday night we had gone to a wedding and he walked upto a 14 month old girl, first shook hands with her... then after 5 mins hugged her and then 5 mins later gave her a peck on the cheek and then there she kissed him back... so sweet isnt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately I had lost my cell the same day and couldnt click any pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3603019851806509544?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3603019851806509544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/flirt.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3603019851806509544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3603019851806509544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/flirt.html' title='Flirt'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2398352177908058649</id><published>2008-12-19T18:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:45:50.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Being Fair</title><content type='html'>Ojas decided to surprise us yesterday... he actually does little each time he does something new but this time he surpassed himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got this keyboard as gift on his birthday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUuDcAaEjzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sBbDQVdrSq4/s1600-h/DSC04961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUuDcAaEjzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sBbDQVdrSq4/s320/DSC04961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281459505190965042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other he and N were playing with this sitting on the cot in the hall and the child in me woke up, I went to N had a friendly fight and brought it with me to sofa... After a minute he saw me, saw N... got down from the cot walked right up to me... took the keyboard... went back to N and just gave it to him... nothing else just handed the keyboard to him and started playing with something else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he was just being fair right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2398352177908058649?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2398352177908058649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-fair.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2398352177908058649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2398352177908058649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-fair.html' title='Being Fair'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUuDcAaEjzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sBbDQVdrSq4/s72-c/DSC04961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4448748061232454618</id><published>2008-12-16T22:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:55:27.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>7th Dec was my 1st birthday and I had a blast... The celebrations started on 4th when my nanu and badi mummy came from Delhi for my bday... I went to my nanu immediately but with badi mummy main those bhav khaaye.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on 6th evening my tata, one more dada and dadi and prakash uncle arrived for the party and then 7th on evening my dearest Isha massi arrived along with one nana-nani and more nani from delhi... oh god I am totally confused... so many nana-nani's and so many dada-dadi's... uffff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mumma wanted to take me to &lt;a href="http://www.soscvindia.org/"&gt;SoS Village&lt;/a&gt; to distribute some goodies and food there but dad thought I am too young for that and said we will do it from next year, mumma then went by herself on Wednesday and donated some goodies there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing with so many people from morning and I even eat the sooji halwa that badi mummy made for my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the evening the party started... mom-dad had called a photographer to click snaps of the party and he came early at home to click my snaps, after all I was the hero of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how cute I am looking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoYFhtLvI/AAAAAAAAAns/3LrPZE5hz2c/s1600-h/DSC_5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoYFhtLvI/AAAAAAAAAns/3LrPZE5hz2c/s320/DSC_5523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444588613250802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoX2DI5VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/9x5Z7WlIoms/s1600-h/DSC_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoX2DI5VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/9x5Z7WlIoms/s320/DSC_5530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444584458511698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoXD-AvdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/pJAMrcXdkmY/s1600-h/DSC_5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoXD-AvdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/pJAMrcXdkmY/s320/DSC_5516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444571015232978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoW2URC3I/AAAAAAAAAnU/6np7Ry_w1W4/s1600-h/DSC_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoW2URC3I/AAAAAAAAAnU/6np7Ry_w1W4/s320/DSC_5513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444567350479730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then me, mumma and dad got ready for the party... I dressed up in a black suit (I refused to wear the jacket though... it was too hot).... and someone in the party told me that I am looking Salman Khan :) here we are all three dressed to go to the party &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfpmdPp31I/AAAAAAAAAn0/3f_k8WBdrbA/s1600-h/DSC_5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfpmdPp31I/AAAAAAAAAn0/3f_k8WBdrbA/s320/DSC_5550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280445935009783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party hall was decorated with noddy and characters and ballons... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqb5MqI_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ywdXEmqTWDI/s1600-h/DSC_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqb5MqI_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ywdXEmqTWDI/s320/DSC_5501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446853046477810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqbj9kKiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LKtZQlvX3ik/s1600-h/DSC_5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqbj9kKiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LKtZQlvX3ik/s320/DSC_5499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446847346027042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqbMViQ-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/fFZbIuzkesw/s1600-h/DSC_5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfqbMViQ-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/fFZbIuzkesw/s320/DSC_5496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446841004114914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people gave me gifts and i took them so happily, i actually wanted more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFJIRjIjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JyksvpWjSpE/s1600-h/DSC_5574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFJIRjIjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JyksvpWjSpE/s320/DSC_5574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280616954978312754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFI7JBJvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/m8vt8wpe2uI/s1600-h/DSC_5569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFI7JBJvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/m8vt8wpe2uI/s320/DSC_5569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280616951452870386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFfUJSUeI/AAAAAAAAAok/KOyFFB_LGtQ/s1600-h/DSC_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFfUJSUeI/AAAAAAAAAok/KOyFFB_LGtQ/s320/DSC_5573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280617336122003938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one girlfriend too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFxqAa0JI/AAAAAAAAAos/Pe3ih68hjXc/s1600-h/DSC_5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiFxqAa0JI/AAAAAAAAAos/Pe3ih68hjXc/s320/DSC_5562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280617651228037266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tattoo artist also at the party, mummu wanted me also to get a tattoo but I didnt want to sit there... why waste time there is so much to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiGQ9PywZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Rwl4buLUju4/s1600-h/DSC_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiGQ9PywZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Rwl4buLUju4/s320/DSC_5587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618188968739218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a huge bouncer, all my friends had lots of fun on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG6Bnnp1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/dwV3FH-R5dg/s1600-h/DSC_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG6Bnnp1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/dwV3FH-R5dg/s320/DSC_4645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618894517053266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG6f8zmmI/AAAAAAAAApE/OWwIaNfpnxU/s1600-h/DSC_5584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG6f8zmmI/AAAAAAAAApE/OWwIaNfpnxU/s320/DSC_5584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618902658980450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the bouncer too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG65uudGI/AAAAAAAAApM/PA2B26gDSPk/s1600-h/DSC_5595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiG65uudGI/AAAAAAAAApM/PA2B26gDSPk/s320/DSC_5595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618909579244642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were a lot of games which I couldnt play, next year I play them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHsxAjFZI/AAAAAAAAApk/lNLcYTGRq6k/s1600-h/DSC_5630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHsxAjFZI/AAAAAAAAApk/lNLcYTGRq6k/s320/DSC_5630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280619766231537042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHstdidVI/AAAAAAAAApc/5VWuXLdPKD8/s1600-h/DSC_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHstdidVI/AAAAAAAAApc/5VWuXLdPKD8/s320/DSC_5648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280619765279389010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHsr3wD7I/AAAAAAAAApU/cVExSVlrFGE/s1600-h/DSC_5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiHsr3wD7I/AAAAAAAAApU/cVExSVlrFGE/s320/DSC_5604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280619764852461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was cake time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIjvDSLEI/AAAAAAAAAps/DEbtpiCvT3Y/s1600-h/DSC_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIjvDSLEI/AAAAAAAAAps/DEbtpiCvT3Y/s320/DSC_4693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620710598945858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIj5xUQWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/F99d9jumhoY/s1600-h/DSC_5665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIj5xUQWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/F99d9jumhoY/s320/DSC_5665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620713476374882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIkXaFKcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4hT3pLiheog/s1600-h/DSC_5668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIkXaFKcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4hT3pLiheog/s320/DSC_5668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620721431980482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIkn_DWuI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lkm8o0BB-8s/s1600-h/DSC_5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiIkn_DWuI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lkm8o0BB-8s/s320/DSC_5670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620725882018530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW did u notice mumma put me my jacket now... no check this pic out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiK8FphwdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WDFYc2UwSKk/s1600-h/DSC_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiK8FphwdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WDFYc2UwSKk/s320/DSC_4692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280623328005046738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumma had also kept one album of mine for people to see my first year progress and also one scrap book in which people can write me wishes... the idea is that when I grow up I can read the same... everyone loved my pics after all I am so cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiKh3rswnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jO95DAqkmNY/s1600-h/DSC_5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiKh3rswnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jO95DAqkmNY/s320/DSC_5702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622877579461234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiKh3aXfhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BkRY5jV-iaA/s1600-h/DSC_5725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiKh3aXfhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BkRY5jV-iaA/s320/DSC_5725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622877506764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end here me with my family...&lt;br /&gt;this one is both my lovely massi's, nanu and badi mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiLnwtnfuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZFlh6XxiYLQ/s1600-h/DSC_5690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiLnwtnfuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZFlh6XxiYLQ/s320/DSC_5690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624078299299554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one my dadi, bua, uncle, didi and bhaiya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiMAhMEuBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DgR8wouK1Nc/s1600-h/DSC_5682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiMAhMEuBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DgR8wouK1Nc/s320/DSC_5682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624503628806162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats my chennai tata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiMSZBmazI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Q_5yv6Gwwmc/s1600-h/DSC_4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUiMSZBmazI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Q_5yv6Gwwmc/s320/DSC_4631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624810675039026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell u I got lots and lots and lots of gifts, I love some, I ignore some but for that I will ask my mumma to tell u... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun on my birthday.... why dont birthdays come every week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4448748061232454618?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4448748061232454618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4448748061232454618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4448748061232454618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUfoYFhtLvI/AAAAAAAAAns/3LrPZE5hz2c/s72-c/DSC_5523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6432908155568524422</id><published>2008-12-12T20:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:18:33.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My mumma has no work</title><content type='html'>because I do all my mumma's work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I make idlis for her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2Gu_CBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zo2V-rGk11A/s1600-h/DSC04945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2Gu_CBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zo2V-rGk11A/s320/DSC04945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924479752243218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB1olVecI/AAAAAAAAAmE/N1YO4G5t2MM/s1600-h/DSC04944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB1olVecI/AAAAAAAAAmE/N1YO4G5t2MM/s320/DSC04944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924471658707394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i try and arrange the kitchen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB3XkWpwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ojmE1dCNZq4/s1600-h/DSC04967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB3XkWpwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ojmE1dCNZq4/s320/DSC04967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924501450925826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and to top it all I do her office work too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2-Id_BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cK-HNmC1aJw/s1600-h/DSC04973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2-Id_BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cK-HNmC1aJw/s320/DSC04973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924494623079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2ZDpnzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Q63XVi9jzjU/s1600-h/DSC04972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2ZDpnzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Q63XVi9jzjU/s320/DSC04972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924484670758706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6432908155568524422?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6432908155568524422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mumma-has-no-work.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6432908155568524422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6432908155568524422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mumma-has-no-work.html' title='My mumma has no work'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SUKB2Gu_CBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zo2V-rGk11A/s72-c/DSC04945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6177931514951069764</id><published>2008-12-07T09:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:40:54.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Prince</title><content type='html'>I know this is a delayed post and I am feeling so guilty for this but I was like drowned in the party preparations and handling guests at home and to top it all there was a sudden flood of work in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my prince turned 1 on Sunday 7th December, 2008. If you ask me I really cant believe the very fact that he turned...it feels like only yesterday when he was born and he is officially a toddler now... times moves fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all through the first year he has been a darling baby an absolutely adorable nice chap (actually which baby isnt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has been a roller coaster ride and we have really enjoyed it all through... shouting at times, laughing sometimes and crying too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past one year my little baby prince u have come a long way to just lying at one place when u were born to not lying still even for a minute now... He is walking rather I should sday he is running because that's what he does... both hands up in the front moving up and down and he running as fast as he can is a sight that steals my heart away and everyone's who sees like u that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a really smart chap and a drama king already... he knows exactly what he needs to do get stuff from whom, to dadi he will simply go and start whimpering to be carried in godi... with massi he makes a puppy dog face and gets whatever he wants to... with heartless mom and dad the poor guy is having a little tough time though :) but he manages blackmailing them too most of the time with hugs and kisses... when I take something from him and he wants it back he very sweety comes sits in my lap, gives me a hug then a kiss and then looks at the thing he wants back... now tell me who can resist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the drama is at the highest display at time of food... the minute he is in his high chair or he sees his food bowl, he is sleepy no matter how much he has slept already he starts rubbing his eyes pulling his hair and sometimes even faking a yawn... and if that doesn't work he has a stronger drama... he tries vomiting like gestures... take him out of that chair, take the food away and all the sleep and vomit just go away along with the food :) the day he eats atleast one meal properly I feel like jumping in joy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing he is doing which I simply cant get over is clapping... he has learned to clap so cutely, u tell him Oju clap and thak he starts clapping and the best is... if he does something like balle balle or kicking the ball or eating his biscuit he expects us to clap and if we don't he leaves everything and claps for himself.... BTW he is really kicking the ball very well too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing he loves to do is to be in kitchen... he opens the lower drawer... takes out all the utensils, and sits in that himself :) if u leave the kitchen door open he will reach there in a minute from any part of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dadi says he is a really smart kid basically any new thing u need to teach him only once or twice and he picks it up sometimes he picks it up just looking at u... the other day we weer all sitting and I saw him rubbing his thumb and the finger together and was surprised that how did he pick that up and why is he doing it and then I saw my sis was doing just the same and he was looking at her and imitating her... my little monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first birthday my little prince your mom and dad love a lot... I hope u are as naughty as this forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: we had a blast of a party and the details and the pics in the next post have tooooooooooooo much work to finish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6177931514951069764?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6177931514951069764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-prince.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6177931514951069764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6177931514951069764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-prince.html' title='Happy Birthday Prince'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4238309097009846124</id><published>2008-12-04T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:48:45.846+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>Ojas has been running about 100 fever since this evening, I have given him crocin and he is sleeping now... I hope and pray that he gets well soon this time, his birthday is just round the corner... the invitations have been sent infact my mom-dad are already here and some other people from Delhi are on their way in the train... me is worried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4238309097009846124?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4238309097009846124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/fever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4238309097009846124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4238309097009846124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-664568954391885523</id><published>2008-12-01T14:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:45:12.721+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Week....</title><content type='html'>So my little ones birthday week has started I cant even believe he is going to one this sunday... It feels like just yesterday when he was born... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been busy.... planning his birthday party and he is been busy having lots of fun being pampered in the bday week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-664568954391885523?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/664568954391885523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-week.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/664568954391885523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/664568954391885523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week....'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8408836288062285301</id><published>2008-11-24T12:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:38:42.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Fearless me...</title><content type='html'>These are the snaps we clicked over the last two weekends... so time has come when we go to the mall and Ojas enjoys too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when i first put him in this balls things, he was not too happy but then on the second time he was so happy that when i took him out because some elder kids had jumped in and were playing pretty roughly he cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQvUPdZcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QRCuvYT3uAI/s1600-h/Image0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQvUPdZcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QRCuvYT3uAI/s200/Image0078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272115087608210882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQvAXgWiI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yad06PbnBEw/s1600-h/Image0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQvAXgWiI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yad06PbnBEw/s200/Image0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272115082273249826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he was giggling while sliding down and i was scared :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQu4M6IrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZQZ7Bl8Z-Sc/s1600-h/Image0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQu4M6IrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZQZ7Bl8Z-Sc/s200/Image0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272115080081318578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQuor0BbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/7eu3io9jUEs/s1600-h/16112008_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQuor0BbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/7eu3io9jUEs/s200/16112008_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272115075915974066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and u what this is? the mechanical horse which is a part of the horse race game...and he sat on it and loved it... discovered the jump button in the front... and when the horse jumped he laughed and then made it jump again and again and again... god I and bringing up one fearless guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpPB0uK9ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tVbyRbvblsI/s1600-h/16112008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpPB0uK9ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tVbyRbvblsI/s200/16112008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272113206541350290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8408836288062285301?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8408836288062285301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/fearless-me.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8408836288062285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8408836288062285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/fearless-me.html' title='Fearless me...'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SSpQvUPdZcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QRCuvYT3uAI/s72-c/Image0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8071540003215580752</id><published>2008-11-18T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:16:05.637+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><title type='text'>This is the way I brush my teeth</title><content type='html'>This is the way I brush my teeth... every early morning... ya now that i have got two teeth my doc uncle has asked me brush my teeth every morning and u what I love it... Mommy got me this yummy bannana flavored baby toothpaste that I love to eat and then mumma massages my teeth and gums and I like it and cry when she stops... She does it for only two minutes... why she cant she do it for long... people please tell her to do it for longer na.... pleasssseeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8071540003215580752?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8071540003215580752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-way-i-brush-my-teeth.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8071540003215580752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8071540003215580752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-way-i-brush-my-teeth.html' title='This is the way I brush my teeth'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4663743242892488007</id><published>2008-11-18T16:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:11:01.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oju can dance saala</title><content type='html'>yes my small prince can dance... u say balle balle play some foot tapping number and his hands immediately go up in the air and start moving.... isnt it cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balle balle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: he is doing much better now, his ear infection is gone and he is back to full action.... thank god... and i am less paranoid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4663743242892488007?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4663743242892488007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/oju-can-dance-saala.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4663743242892488007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4663743242892488007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/oju-can-dance-saala.html' title='Oju can dance saala'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8267778309259087194</id><published>2008-11-12T20:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:42.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>ur heart walking outside ur body</title><content type='html'>Ojas has been very sick since Monday... now Ojas has had his share of not being well before.... when he was small he had &lt;a href="http://www.coliccalm.com/baby_infant_newborn_articles/acid-reflux.htm"&gt;reflux&lt;/a&gt; and used to throw every now and then sometimes even twice a day... blocked nose was his best friend from birth till about 4 months and then he had &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-sickness.html"&gt;a diarrhea and fever attack&lt;/a&gt; when he was about 7 months but I have seen him like this... my heart is aching since Monday there are multiple times I have cried, just hugged him tight and had tears rolling down my checks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in office on Monday when my mil called me saying that he seems to be warm... I told her to check the temperature and it was about 100.6 I asked to give her some crocin and told her will come home a little early and see if there is a need to take him to the doc... I had a couple of meetings lined up for the day so got busy and couldn't leave office till about 4:30 and when I reached home he had some 102 fever... I gave another dose of Crocin and took him to the doc... he has ear infection which is called &lt;a href="http://www.umm.edu/altmed/articles/otitis-media-000121.htm"&gt;Acute Otitis media&lt;/a&gt;... we came back home with an prescribe antibiotic and some multivet, ear drops for the pain... after reaching home I checked his temperature again and was stunned when i saw it... 103.8 such a small baby and such high fever... i couldn't react at all... just hugged him tight and cried a little... cursed myself for not leaving the office immediately... blamed myself for thinking that he'll be fine till I reach home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its heart breaking to see him suffering like this... its been almost 3 days and the fever still hasnt gone down...till the medicine has effect his fever will come down to about 99-100 and then he'll be jumping all over the house just like him and then fever will start raising again, along with fever will change his behavior... he will slow down, then sit and play, then come to my lap and play with the toy or book and then just lie down in my lap lifeless and that is what I cant bear to see... see him sit like this when usually he doesn't even sit for one minute throughout the day...the heart breaks when u see this... I think these are the times when u understand the most what it feels like having a child... I had read somewhere that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Decision to have a child is accepting that your heart will be walking outside forever"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... I think today is when I have understood what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I went to the doc again this evening and he asked to me wait till tomorrow afternoon and see if the fever comes down else a visit to ENT specialist will have to be scheduled....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8267778309259087194?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8267778309259087194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/ur-heart-walking-outside-ur-body.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8267778309259087194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8267778309259087194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/ur-heart-walking-outside-ur-body.html' title='ur heart walking outside ur body'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7807675469420111379</id><published>2008-11-10T11:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:04:09.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>Carnivorous Ojas</title><content type='html'>Its always been a task to feed Ojas... mostly he refuses to take food point blank... u try hazaar natakas... 20 toys... dance etc etc... and may be he will take 5 spoons... force feeding doesnt work with him either... he just doesnt open his mouth and even if try and force it into him he spits it out... eating is such a problem... there are days when I just sit and cry because I have lost my patience feeding him and he hasnt eaten anything at all in the whole day...  ofcourse there are some days like once in 15 days or so when he eats like a good boy but then one needs to eat everyday right... Mostly he drives me crazy with eating... I have tried everything that I read books and told by his doc but the result is still the same.... anyone who can give me tips on this is welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats beside the point, sometime back I had started him on egg yolks and last week I started giving him a little chicken and since then he is abs refusing to take anything else only egg and chicken is what he wants... for the rest of the things he doesnt even take his usual 5 spoons :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7807675469420111379?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7807675469420111379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/carnivorous-ojas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7807675469420111379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7807675469420111379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/11/carnivorous-ojas.html' title='Carnivorous Ojas'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7473170349209894183</id><published>2008-10-30T10:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:11:53.865+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>diwali</title><content type='html'>U know it was my first diwali this time... first time I would see the rangolis... and the diyas... and the crackers... and I had a blast too... and I had a lot of fun... Got so many gifts from mom-dad, massi, nani everyone gave gifts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday my bua, uncleji and bhaiya didi came and I saw them burning crackers and liked it... I was not at all scared of them as my mom was fearing... I loved the sparkles... the flower pots, the chakris and the roman candles... I would see them... laugh and when they stop cry for more :) the only crackers that irritated me and I got scared of was those long laddis... they kept brusting on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dadi and kala did made rangolis and I wanted to crawl upto them and catch them but no one let me do that... in the evening all of them lighted lovely looking lights also but I was not allowed to touch anything and I got very angry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a lot of fun attending parties that mom-dad went to... I decided that I want to have fun and sleeping is no good... so the first day I slept at 10:30 and the second day I decided I still missed some fun... so I slept only when we all left from the party and that was at about 12 in the night... interesting isnt it and I didnt even had mom dad trying to put me to sleep everyday by 8:30... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know I wore a lovely b;use color sherwani that nani had sent... mom thought I looked like a prince only... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHz49pylI/AAAAAAAAAek/puD3YMQhCqc/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHz49pylI/AAAAAAAAAek/puD3YMQhCqc/s320/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816596349012562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHzhMEjoI/AAAAAAAAAec/D7kssR-6HEc/s1600-h/DSC04859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHzhMEjoI/AAAAAAAAAec/D7kssR-6HEc/s320/DSC04859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816589967036034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHzDQ8nFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/C3PDoRfyLXA/s1600-h/DSC04857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHzDQ8nFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/C3PDoRfyLXA/s320/DSC04857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816581934423122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun and I am sad that its over and mamma is worried now because i am having some allergy on my face and cough also... I hope I get fine soon else my mumma will be very worried :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7473170349209894183?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7473170349209894183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7473170349209894183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7473170349209894183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali.html' title='diwali'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SQlHz49pylI/AAAAAAAAAek/puD3YMQhCqc/s72-c/DSC04852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7563586550325693950</id><published>2008-10-27T08:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:24:29.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>One, Two.... Six....</title><content type='html'>My eyes are all wet today with joy... I had always heard that your baby's first steps can make u cry with joy... can have a amazing effect on u but never knew it'll be this... I was like speechless for sometime and all I could do is hug my nonu... Yes he took his first steps day before yesterday... started with one.. then it was two and yesterday evening it was six... In one day from one to six... Now just waiting for the day when he would running around the house... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up way too fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7563586550325693950?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7563586550325693950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-two-six.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7563586550325693950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7563586550325693950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-two-six.html' title='One, Two.... Six....'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8615447402796991245</id><published>2008-10-23T15:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:14:02.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>It all aboout 'S'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in stubborn&lt;br /&gt;'S' as in sleep&lt;br /&gt;'S' as in standing independently&lt;br /&gt;'S' as in smartness&lt;br /&gt;'S' as in Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me explain one by one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in standing independently&lt;/span&gt; ... he is finally standing independently... not for long yet... for a minute or so and then either sits dham kar ke or just lunges towards the person in front... and he looks so cute doing this... currently there are bets happening in the house on when will he start walking now :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in Sleep&lt;/span&gt;... Sleep has always been on our enemy u know... There were &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sleep-for-me.html"&gt;days before&lt;/a&gt; when we didnt sleep at all... and there are days like this nowadays too... he will be rubbing his eyes, yawing, pulling his hair and ears but the minute u take him to the room to put him to sleep and thak he will start screaming on the top of his voice as if we have hit him... and then we have to bring him back to play and he will play with renewed energy as crying gave back all his energy to him and then after some time the yawns etc will start again and then the room and then the cries.. it usually takes abt 3 such cycles for him to go to sleep... quite a task... phew!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in stubborn&lt;/span&gt;... I think this is the most difficult... he is becoming so stubborn at this age that sometimes i fear how will I deal with him when he grows up a little... take away from him anything that he wants and see the result... shouts screams what not and that continues till u either give him what he wants or take him out of the house and this guy doesnt even forget man...what he wants he wants when he wants....I really dont know how to deal with this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in smartness&lt;/span&gt;... here I can proudly say that m y son has outdone all of us at the house :)... we sometimes wonder how do kids have so much brain in such a small head... U do things twice in front of him and he usually picks them up... sometimes we wont even teach him he will just pick it up as we'll be doing it... the other day I was doing that tasty gesture pach pach... and after some I see him repeating it... We had installed gates on our staircase and he has figured out from where to open it and if u are carrying him near the gate this guy will promptly meddle with the bolt and yesterday he managed to open it too... He knows from where the main gate opens... and if u say bye to him he knows that u are going to go out from the main door and phatak se crawls at 100kmph towards it... he knows that if me and hubby have picked up our laptop bags then its time for us to go out and there starts his screams :) someone has to take him out... he has to say bye to us and then he will come back peacefully inside... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'S' as in Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;... he has been named spidey in our house... reason he loves to climb.... anywhere and everywhere... u have read how he loves to climb the &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-up-and-up.html"&gt;stairs&lt;/a&gt; and on &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-is-fun-for-me-too.html"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;... now he has taken the activity further... he can climb on our sofa, the teapoy, our bed and he even tries to climb on the wall and the fridge.... there are times when we catch him mid air because he is trying to place his feet and hands on the flat wall and trying to climb up just like spiderman... crazy little one I have :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8615447402796991245?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8615447402796991245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-all-aboout-s.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8615447402796991245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8615447402796991245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-all-aboout-s.html' title='It all aboout &apos;S&apos;'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1229759254072563572</id><published>2008-10-20T11:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:06:29.609+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'>Perfect Timing</title><content type='html'>Ojas usually sleeps through the night... sleeps at about 9 and gets up at 6 am for milk... has his milk and sleeps again till about 7 or 7:30... sometimes once in a while he gets up at about 2am but then u pick him up and he sleeps again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday being Karwachauth, hubby decided to take me out for a romantic dinner.. we saw the chand did all the rituals... I eat something little... put Ojas to sleep and thought we will get going along with him... but my mil said anyways he sleeps thru.. u leave him and go... made perfect sense right? So off we went leaving sleeping Ojas with dadi and Massi for a nice romantic dinner after the fasting.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait Ojas has different plans.... as soon as we sat on the table, the food came... there was a call from home too that he has got up and is crying like crazy... the romantic dinner became just throwing food inside and rushing back home... just to find him sleeping again :( he had just slept when we reached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect timings isnt it ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1229759254072563572?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1229759254072563572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-timing.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1229759254072563572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1229759254072563572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-timing.html' title='Perfect Timing'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8161004578228101419</id><published>2008-10-15T14:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:47:09.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can lie down now yippe.... Yes this is about lying down... how much ever funny it may sound but my nonu tonu didnt know how to lie down from sitting till some 3 days back... He could sit from lying down... do ulta pulta... stand up to pulling... go on all fours...crawl... cruise... and even climb things but he didnt know how to lie down from sitting... isnt it funny? he would cry when he gets tried and when we make him lie down he will be happy... everyone who hears that was amused... but finally he got around to do it couple of days back and know that is all he does :) every few minutes of playing he will lie down once... look around.. and then get up and play again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids are so funny at times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8161004578228101419?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8161004578228101419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-lie-down-now-yippe.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8161004578228101419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8161004578228101419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-lie-down-now-yippe.html' title=''/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4811446046557391349</id><published>2008-10-13T23:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:17:20.231+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Eating Out</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the first time we took Ojas out with us to a restaurant for a dinner... We usually put him to sleep at about 9 pm and then leave the house as my maid used to be there to guard him just incase he gets up... This weekend the maid not being there and we two also being so frustrated because of maid search... we thought what the hell... he will anyways sleep in the car so lets start at the time he sleeps usually and get going... so at around 8:30 we started for dinner to a place which was a good 40 minute drive from our house, as predicted he slept in about 10 mins of the drive but what came next was a surprise... the minute the car stopped he got up and was in such a happy mood... I think he enjoyed the outing more than anyone else... he wanted to just keep climbing up the table... playing and bursting the balloons that the waiters gave him... he had a blast and there was not even a hint of sleep in his eyes... he slept only at 10:45 when we started back.... though it was really tough for us to manage... but he enjoyed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this we got courage and went for a dinner again on Saturday evening he he and this time he crawled all over the restaurant floor and made friends with the waiters... and then to my surprise did something which I have seen happening only once or twice before that too when he was very young... slept himself... ya he just came to me I picked him up and made him sit between myself and hubby and he lied... started eating his teether... singing loori for himself to everyone's delight in the restaurant and slept... cute isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4811446046557391349?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4811446046557391349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4811446046557391349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4811446046557391349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-out.html' title='Eating Out'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7961155864682950995</id><published>2008-10-10T10:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:57:34.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day Care Confusions</title><content type='html'>Ojas' current nanny has suddenly vanished as I posted in my blog... So I am totally in a helpless condition... life has come to a standstill... I am not finding another maid too and then their are issues of Ojas adjusting etc... also at the same time we are wondering whether we should put him in a day care... any inputs on how young was ur child when he started going to a day care? Is it a good idea to send a 10-month old to a day care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7961155864682950995?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7961155864682950995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-care-confusions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7961155864682950995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7961155864682950995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-care-confusions.html' title='Day Care Confusions'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2135906433267641892</id><published>2008-10-03T17:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:04:35.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Dr Ojas at 30</title><content type='html'>We went to a bday party sometime back and this is the caricature done for OJAS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SOYC-1S_pXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WoO8uILWCBI/s1600-h/DSC04733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SOYC-1S_pXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WoO8uILWCBI/s320/DSC04733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252889293856154994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2135906433267641892?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2135906433267641892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr-ojas-at-30.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2135906433267641892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2135906433267641892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr-ojas-at-30.html' title='Dr Ojas at 30'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SOYC-1S_pXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WoO8uILWCBI/s72-c/DSC04733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3048275457572919112</id><published>2008-10-03T11:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:52:55.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally after thinking long back that &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-lovely-white-bud.html"&gt;a teeth&lt;/a&gt; has come for him long back in May and then it disappearing and the doc saying that it was milk gland :) Ojas has finally got one teeth now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off late it was a joke in our house that he is teething as he seemed to be displaying all the symptoms since past 6 months... but finally he has stopped being a budha baba and got one teeth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3048275457572919112?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3048275457572919112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-after-thinking-long-back-that.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3048275457572919112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3048275457572919112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-after-thinking-long-back-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7543542029214094367</id><published>2008-09-30T11:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:31:01.182+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><title type='text'>Godi is for me only</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to one of our friend's house who has a 2 month old baby... When Ojas first saw the baby lying down he felt very good even bent down and kissed him twice but then started the drama... my mom picked him up and he screamed, she had to leave him and pick Ojas up... in this process she gave the baby to me and when he realised it he screamed even harder :) and then I had to give the baby back to his father and take Ojas but Ojas was still screaming look at the baby in my friend's godi and then my friend kept him on the bed and here comes the widest grin anyone could see at Ojas's face... We all rolled in laughter :) too much isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7543542029214094367?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7543542029214094367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/godi-is-for-me-only.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7543542029214094367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7543542029214094367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/godi-is-for-me-only.html' title='Godi is for me only'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1873043585808645905</id><published>2008-09-25T10:52:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:27:23.784+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Weekend is fun for me too</title><content type='html'>Ok some reacp of all the antics and nautanki he did in the weekend... actually there are so many that I dont know where to start and where to end :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antic 1:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here his a snap of his &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-up-and-up.html"&gt;favorite activity&lt;/a&gt; these days... he realized that we let him climb stairs when we are around and then would run towards the staircase gate as soon as he sees his dad and then stands up all ready to climb... he did this atleast 20 times on Saturday :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNsjrepbp9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/9RI-_7PVL7o/s1600-h/DSC04676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNsjrepbp9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/9RI-_7PVL7o/s320/DSC04676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829020498634706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNsjrb4qI2I/AAAAAAAAAag/d_DOj3K_TqY/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNsjrb4qI2I/AAAAAAAAAag/d_DOj3K_TqY/s320/DSC04677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829019757192034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antic 2:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days he is not at all playing with toys... the only two toys he like is are his flower and giraffe... one of which he always keeps along... even crawls with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskqjl3GCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S9FRm-5A7JI/s1600-h/DSC04669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskqjl3GCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S9FRm-5A7JI/s320/DSC04669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249830104157591586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZMff3gI/AAAAAAAAAaw/x4t0uS35o9U/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZMff3gI/AAAAAAAAAaw/x4t0uS35o9U/s320/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829805899111938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZRet18I/AAAAAAAAAa4/vHJpZNyjI6w/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZRet18I/AAAAAAAAAa4/vHJpZNyjI6w/s320/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829807238010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZugrtmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NPzxMFaRG9M/s1600-h/DSC04686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskZugrtmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NPzxMFaRG9M/s320/DSC04686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829815030888034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskac_N2lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5ga9CrW_gsc/s1600-h/DSC04687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNskac_N2lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5ga9CrW_gsc/s320/DSC04687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829827506985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antic 3:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this lovely side table in my hall on which I had kept the phone, some candles and a lovely vase... alas all this was before Ojas started crawling and became mobile... now there is just one empty side table... the candles and the vase have been moved to higher positions and the phone because it needs aceess so very often is now kept on the stairs :) He has been eyeing it for quite sometime now but not able to reach it... Sunday I was just holding he was just sitting with me on the sofa right in front of the stairs and thak he gets up, and starts trying to climb up the sofa... I had never imagined that he will actually be able to do that and within some 2 mins of effort he reached almost the top of the sofa and dragged the phone towards him and came back on the sofa...we all were rolling in laughter :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antic 4:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning sometime he was crying a lot and we couldnt understand why so my hubby just to calm him down took him to the garden and then made him sit on the car and voila the crying stopped... he laughed and started crawling on the car... and he climbed from the bonet to the top got down on the boot, turned back got up and came back to the boot... see these snaps and tell me an u even imagine this guy was crying like crazy a couple of mins back ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssbcyUQfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x01PlKKzsJw/s1600-h/DSC04658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssbcyUQfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x01PlKKzsJw/s320/DSC04658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249838640725770738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssblstPZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iaA5ZtuVvSc/s1600-h/DSC04659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssblstPZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iaA5ZtuVvSc/s320/DSC04659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249838643118161298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssb7vaysI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HYaMSYKQFvY/s1600-h/DSC04660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNssb7vaysI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HYaMSYKQFvY/s320/DSC04660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249838649035115202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antic 5:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got her head shaved in the weekend from the local balaji temple in Bangalore... We were all actually very apprehensive as to how will he react when he sees mom... he might get scared... but no he was happy and has made nanni's head a tabla for himself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNstJm0ntoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Dx10xanR-zg/s1600-h/DSC04684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNstJm0ntoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Dx10xanR-zg/s320/DSC04684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249839433693771394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNstJ0DeXkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VaBaHZ5Ntdo/s1600-h/DSC04685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNstJ0DeXkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VaBaHZ5Ntdo/s320/DSC04685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249839437245734466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now I have forgotten what else did I want to blog... I should have done this on Monday there were atleast 10 things me and hubby discussed worth putting up here and now I can recall only 5, I am so glad I started this blog :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1873043585808645905?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1873043585808645905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-is-fun-for-me-too.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1873043585808645905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1873043585808645905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-is-fun-for-me-too.html' title='Weekend is fun for me too'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SNsjrepbp9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/9RI-_7PVL7o/s72-c/DSC04676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5283985173207945139</id><published>2008-09-23T11:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:08:25.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday I was working from home as most of the times I end up doing on Monday's.. as my maid comes late in the morning... so I was working on the ground floor and Ojas was playing with his nanny and my mom on the first floor... I was getting his happy sounds of shouting, laughing, tata, mamma etc from quite sometime now and I generally asked shouting... what is my nonu tonu doing and thak this guy came running towards the staircase gate, got up holding it and started screaming mama and continued till I went up and held... post up which he gave me a hug and a good big laughter :)... sometimes I wonder how does the small head so much brain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5283985173207945139?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5283985173207945139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-was-working-from-home-as.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5283985173207945139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5283985173207945139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-was-working-from-home-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-487707161736149874</id><published>2008-09-18T14:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:48:16.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>Up, Up and Up</title><content type='html'>Last week suddenly I saw dad an son climbing stairs... I mean Ojas in the front on all fours and Naren behind him... inspite of my saying don't allow my hubby found it irresistible after he saw Ojas climbing one stair and decided to check out how far he goes and the result actually amused us both... he went up and up and up and reached the first floor... he climbed all stairs... I felt very happy and exteremely worried at the same time... and the result we have had gates installed at the staircase... and he is getting very irritated by them.. he goes to them stands up and stands banging as if someone will open it from behind :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-487707161736149874?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/487707161736149874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-up-and-up.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/487707161736149874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/487707161736149874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-up-and-up.html' title='Up, Up and Up'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4739978150730634094</id><published>2008-09-16T13:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:06:32.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jelly</title><content type='html'>I went shopping for Ojas's formula, diapers etc in the weekend and picked up In the Heinz Summer Fruit Salad Jelly.... on an instinct I picked it up though Ojas doesn't enjoy eating sweet things so much but it was a pleasant surprise seeing him eat that yesterday evening... he liked it soooo much that he was coming forward to eat it and at one of time I started talking to my mom and paused for a minute or so before giving him anything and he actually pulled my hand asking for more :) :) and this from a boy to whom giving any food is a BIG task normally.... u have to play, distract, sing songs etc etc for atleast 30 mins for him to eat half a bowl of food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4739978150730634094?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4739978150730634094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/jelly.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4739978150730634094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4739978150730634094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/jelly.html' title='Jelly'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6760527924619866864</id><published>2008-09-10T13:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:55:10.748+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daadi'/><title type='text'>Missing Daadi</title><content type='html'>We came from delhi after attending his mama's wedding on Sunday late night (detailed account of Ojas's behavior there with snaps later) and it was a sight to see how he met his daadi when he came back, he just hugged her tight and would follow her wherever she went on Monday... it was so cute to watch.... I guess he missed his daadi in delhi :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6760527924619866864?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6760527924619866864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-daadi.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6760527924619866864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6760527924619866864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-daadi.html' title='Missing Daadi'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4125369980803248291</id><published>2008-08-28T12:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:56:38.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLZTEUlJA5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/B1B19wK5uZg/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLZTEUlJA5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/B1B19wK5uZg/s320/DSC04326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239466550201222034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi massi gifted him these shoes, can u beat it... isnt it very very cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4125369980803248291?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4125369980803248291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4125369980803248291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4125369980803248291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-shoes.html' title='My new shoes'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLZTEUlJA5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/B1B19wK5uZg/s72-c/DSC04326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3497365270041149625</id><published>2008-08-26T13:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:26:34.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>sleep nuisances</title><content type='html'>Ojas had been &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleeping-through-night.html"&gt;sleeping thru the night&lt;/a&gt; from a long time now I guess six months or so but suddenly from the past 10 days or so he gets up in the night either on fours trying to crawl or standing taking support of his cot and then she cries as he is very sleepy.. u pick him he immediately sleeps and then u can put him back again... wondering what can i do about it? Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3497365270041149625?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3497365270041149625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-nuisances.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3497365270041149625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3497365270041149625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-nuisances.html' title='sleep nuisances'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3523737866985756576</id><published>2008-08-25T14:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:44:57.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chotu Pandit</title><content type='html'>His nanni had sent him this dhoti kurta sometime back... look at how cute he is looking in this........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJ30AnJd3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4btKJHwWF4E/s1600-h/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJ30AnJd3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4btKJHwWF4E/s320/IMG_0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238381051986409330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have bought one more dhoti kurta for him for his mamma's wedding... thats a more elaborate on.... pic after he wears it on 6th sep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3523737866985756576?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3523737866985756576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/chotu-pandit.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3523737866985756576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3523737866985756576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/chotu-pandit.html' title='chotu Pandit'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJ30AnJd3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4btKJHwWF4E/s72-c/IMG_0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-307357448555141642</id><published>2008-08-22T15:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:40:07.892+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'>I want my mumma</title><content type='html'>I am actually very thrilled writing this post.... I usually come home by around 6:30 or so but yesterday I had to go to my cousin's house to tie belated rakhee to him as I was not in town on 16th so I came back home at around 8:30 or so... hubby had already given Ojas a massage and sponge bath and was ready to give him milk but as soon as he saw me he started screaming, I had to take him without washing my hands too and then he smiled and hugged me and kissed me, then I came him back to hubby and he started crying again... we did it three times and finally only I had to give him milk :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-307357448555141642?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/307357448555141642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-my-mumma.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/307357448555141642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/307357448555141642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-my-mumma.html' title='I want my mumma'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6770315146377507202</id><published>2008-08-21T15:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:37:18.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>tata</title><content type='html'>Ojas has been saying Tata since morning today :) not the bye bye one but the grandpa tata he is looking so cute doing that though all my dreams that he will say Ma first are gone down the drain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6770315146377507202?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6770315146377507202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tata.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6770315146377507202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6770315146377507202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tata.html' title='tata'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-244120740470838635</id><published>2008-08-20T11:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:05:55.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ghar Ka Khaana</title><content type='html'>Ojas is a very fussy eater in the sense that u have to play with him, distract him and then make him eat his food with hazar drama.... We went to 4-day vacation to Kerala last week and in this time he eat only readymade foods like cerelac... gerber fruit and veggies purries... and when we came back home yesterday he all three homemade meals without any natak and drama amazes me my son seems to have realize the importance of ghar ka khaana pretty soon ;-) though he is back to drama today :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-244120740470838635?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/244120740470838635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghar-ka-khaana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/244120740470838635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/244120740470838635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghar-ka-khaana.html' title='Ghar Ka Khaana'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6894345740506364649</id><published>2008-08-12T15:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:22:33.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Head banging</title><content type='html'>Before u think this is the rock music head banging let me clarify its not :) these days its expression of love from Ojas... when he is really happy he brings his head forward and tries to bang and touch with ur head... isnt it cute... he does that with only selected people at only sometimes... still to figure out how he learned it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6894345740506364649?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6894345740506364649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/head-banging.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6894345740506364649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6894345740506364649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/head-banging.html' title='Head banging'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4220893007571593255</id><published>2008-08-11T11:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:11:13.855+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crawling'/><title type='text'>Crawling...</title><content type='html'>He kept us all wondering whether he will or he will not... he seemed least interested to be on his stomach and was more happy sitting and standing even when he actually couldn't but finally last week i.e 8th Aug he did it and he is happily doing it since then :) he was actually trying to figure it out since sometime now but he got it on his 8th month birthday which made me remember something that one of my friends told me sometime back... she said that they surely do something new on the date they were born every month till they turn 1 year.. i just didnt give it enough thought till then... will surely observe now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its really fun seeing him go round and round in the house on all fours and doing everything that he shouldnt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i have caught his crawling in my handycam and trying to figure out how to edit it and put it up here... anyone has an idea? I have a sony dvd handycam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4220893007571593255?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4220893007571593255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/crawling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4220893007571593255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4220893007571593255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/crawling.html' title='Crawling...'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3505308355265657101</id><published>2008-08-04T11:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:25:21.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Sulking Boy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we decided to take a drive in our new car taking Ojas along with us, we also had to pick up my sis from the airport... so we started from home around 3:30 just after he finished his afternoon meal and had a nice drive, stopped for tea... Ojas also had his juice and played in his car seat and was happy happy :) we went to the airport and picked up my sis and on the way back he suddenly started screaming... we stopped the car and took him out of his car seat and thak he is quite... we thought may be something was disturbing him and he is fine now.. we put him back in his car seat and there he starts again... we were shocked he is been going in the car seat happily from the day he left the hospital from home and has never behaved this way... but nonethless he was crying when u put him in the car seat and would laugh when u take him out... we did this for 6 times and the 7 time I guess he understood that there is no getting away from this and he sat in the car seat quietly and quietly to the literal sense... he turned his head away from me and was sulking quietly... he would not look at me... all my attempts to make him smile in vain... the things that he would usually laugh uncontrollably were resulting in just a forcibly controlled small sulking smile... i hope u understand what i saying and this continued for 10 long mins after that he finally gave me a smile after lots of natak and kisses... gosh this guy has a mind and choices of his own.... read &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-touch-my-cot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for what he did when we tried to change his cot and now this... God help me :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3505308355265657101?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3505308355265657101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sulking-boy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3505308355265657101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3505308355265657101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sulking-boy.html' title='Sulking Boy'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7551766218804375800</id><published>2008-07-30T09:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:54:06.812+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Hungah.....</title><content type='html'>Ojas has learnt to say Hungah...i dont even know how to spell it...he he but he is saying this and saying this all day long... we all have our own theories of what it means... but only he knows what it is ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7551766218804375800?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7551766218804375800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hungah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7551766218804375800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7551766218804375800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hungah.html' title='Hungah.....'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1941615852576564366</id><published>2008-07-28T14:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:25:37.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>dont touch my cot</title><content type='html'>My nonu tonu is consistently holding his cot railing and getting up now... at times when he is not able to completely stand, he gets on his knees and then stands again after some time and he is trying to cruise too :) so we deiced that this is another milestone achieved and hence we need to lower his cot position so that he doesnt fall out of his cot while trying his antics... so hubby started doing the work on his cot while I  sat with him playing on our bed and the minute he saw his dad messing with his cot... he started screaming and trying to run towards his cot... i had to control him hard and finally I took him out of the room as it was getting impossible to calm him inside the room... inspite of going outside he was constantly looking back towards the room and started screaming again after 5 mins... we had to finally out him the cot when only the mattress had been laid and the bumpers were not yet up and there came an instant luagh and smile :) and then he did it again tried to get up and banged his head right on the cot bars but the joy of getting his cot back was way more than the hurt I guess as he just kept playing after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1941615852576564366?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1941615852576564366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-touch-my-cot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1941615852576564366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1941615852576564366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-touch-my-cot.html' title='dont touch my cot'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-506786221641183425</id><published>2008-07-17T13:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:53:54.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>My basketballer</title><content type='html'>cute isn't it? I bought this for him on his 7-month birthday and since then he has gone crazy about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SH8BIYqOIKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Hv4nW8f0TRs/s1600-h/160720083581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SH8BIYqOIKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Hv4nW8f0TRs/s320/160720083581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223895336343183522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SH8BIipnACI/AAAAAAAAASA/fnkDwZU6lBM/s1600-h/16072008357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SH8BIipnACI/AAAAAAAAASA/fnkDwZU6lBM/s320/16072008357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223895339024973858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-506786221641183425?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/506786221641183425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-basketballer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/506786221641183425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/506786221641183425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-basketballer.html' title='My basketballer'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SH8BIYqOIKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Hv4nW8f0TRs/s72-c/160720083581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8340221766069770481</id><published>2008-07-16T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:16:34.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Krishna</title><content type='html'>Ojas is putting his feet in his mouth from sometime now and yesterday his dadi said that he is lord krishna as he was the one who used to put his feet in his mouth.... :) no wonder the nannies he had till now were named meera and yashoda and the house keeping maid I have is named Yamuna :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8340221766069770481?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8340221766069770481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/krishna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8340221766069770481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8340221766069770481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/krishna.html' title='Krishna'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2906155399976888581</id><published>2008-07-15T14:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:54:55.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gandhi</title><content type='html'>yesterday evening me, ojas and his massi were generally playing and suddenly his massi says that he will have to become mahatama gandhi in his school fancy dress, i was surprised and i asked her why and she said because he looks so cute nanga (without clothes) he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2906155399976888581?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2906155399976888581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/gandhi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2906155399976888581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2906155399976888581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/gandhi.html' title='gandhi'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4314045672519831392</id><published>2008-07-11T13:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:29:33.039+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Again...</title><content type='html'>my nonu tonu is fallen sick again... the diaper rash was just abut healing when the attack of loose stools has come once again, i think it is the same infections which didn't get fully healed cause as soon as the antibiotic has stopped the problem is back again... poor guy , get well soon my darling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4314045672519831392?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4314045672519831392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4314045672519831392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4314045672519831392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/again.html' title='Again...'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-1380871169949186735</id><published>2008-07-10T14:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:07:02.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>No Sleep for me...</title><content type='html'>My nonu tounu as mentioned &lt;a href=" http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-ojas-took-both-me-and-appu.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is starting to learn how to stand up on his own and that is all that this boy wants to do these days :) He doesnt even want to sleep, from two days he hasnt slept a wink in the day.. gosh practicing new skills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-1380871169949186735?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/1380871169949186735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sleep-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1380871169949186735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/1380871169949186735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sleep-for-me.html' title='No Sleep for me...'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-757031290510119283</id><published>2008-07-09T13:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:03:57.131+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was the first time I left Ojas at home in the night with my hubby alone as I had to go and stay in the hospital with my mother in law and i think more than anyone I was anxious :) I knew he would be fine and I think that is what was bothering me, i wanted him to miss me... though I left after he slept and came back just after he had got up... he did just fine of course.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: he is doing fine now apart from the diaper rash that he has got due to frequent cleaning and that too is getting better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-757031290510119283?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/757031290510119283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-weekend-was-first-time-i-left-ojas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/757031290510119283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/757031290510119283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-weekend-was-first-time-i-left-ojas.html' title=''/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-727041286822193919</id><published>2008-07-04T11:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:12:50.939+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>the first sickness</title><content type='html'>Poor Nonu tonu had his first last week and it was such a terrible one, I was working from home on Friday and he was playing with his dadi and nanny... after sometime I just went there to play with him for 5 minutes and then get back to work and he felt really warm and when I checked his temperature it was about 101.4, i got so worried and immediately took him to his doctor, he said it might just be viral but lets do a urine test to rule out , &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_urinary-tract-infection_10910.bc"&gt;UTI&lt;/a&gt; (there is an intersting story there, more about that later), so the medications started...fever still remained the same infact shot upto 102.2 and all... and starting saturday he started vomiting and tehen came loose motions... one point time on sunday we were so scared as he was not able to take anything inside due to vomitings and at the same time passing loose motions. the only thing that he was able to keep inside was electrol. He has become so unlike himself quite innocent boy, looking at him I couldn't control my tears. Monday we went to the doc again and poor guy had lost 250gms in 4 days because of all this, doc asked us to do a stool test for him and it came out he has a terrible stomach infection and he is on antibiotic now for 7 days... after the antibiotic has started he is feeling much better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I digged hard and tried to figure out how this could happen when I am so particular about cleaning everything - here comes the answer... there was no current in our house on thursday and hence the sterilizer was not working, it didnt strike his nanny and dadi that the bottles will not be sterilized and they gave him just boiled bottles........ one mistake the child suffers so much...  poor guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-727041286822193919?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/727041286822193919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/727041286822193919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/727041286822193919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-sickness.html' title='the first sickness'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7370127643193427003</id><published>2008-06-24T13:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:34:12.774+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Top of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCqIhuVHuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-dJE8SZlKOs/s1600-h/23062008321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCqIhuVHuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-dJE8SZlKOs/s320/23062008321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215355431963401954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on top of the world....&lt;br /&gt;looking down at creation&lt;br /&gt;and the only explanation i can find&lt;br /&gt;is the love that i've found ever since you've come around&lt;br /&gt;your love's put me on the top of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCqYOgECqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jpW10vweRxU/s1600-h/21062008318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCqYOgECqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jpW10vweRxU/s320/21062008318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215355701681195682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7370127643193427003?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7370127643193427003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7370127643193427003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7370127643193427003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-of-world.html' title='Top of the World'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCqIhuVHuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-dJE8SZlKOs/s72-c/23062008321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-470248837160179276</id><published>2008-06-24T11:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:07:22.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Baby Rakshask</title><content type='html'>Ojas sometimes would pull ur hari, ears, cheeks whatever comes to his hand and would try and eat it, he just feels like a baby rakshask (little monster :)) at this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCUOpVUQjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/f5Jh2v4kyl4/s1600-h/23062008322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCUOpVUQjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/f5Jh2v4kyl4/s320/23062008322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215331347829375538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCUBCdR47I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ylaArRwjjX8/s1600-h/23062008319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCUBCdR47I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ylaArRwjjX8/s320/23062008319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215331114055492530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-470248837160179276?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/470248837160179276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-rakshask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/470248837160179276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/470248837160179276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-rakshask.html' title='Baby Rakshask'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SGCUOpVUQjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/f5Jh2v4kyl4/s72-c/23062008322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6014088742437355238</id><published>2008-06-24T11:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:01:56.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ojas took both me and Appu Mashi by surprise, he is sitting and playing in his cot while we were doing small talk and playing with him at the same and suddenly he holds his cot mobile and tak he stands up... at first we just couldnt believe it... then we got so excited that we started shouting and scared the poor guy :) one strong boy he is though... but since then he has been trying to do it again and not able to manage it... it came by fluke and i guess he will get it sometime again and master it then....  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6014088742437355238?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6014088742437355238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-ojas-took-both-me-and-appu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6014088742437355238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6014088742437355238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-ojas-took-both-me-and-appu.html' title=''/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8281264563621722618</id><published>2008-06-23T12:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:07:40.723+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Tug of war between Ojas and Massi</title><content type='html'>as described by massi herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As it happens, our little boy is really fond of red colour. One day he was sitting and playing in him massi's lap when his gaze fell upon a empty 500 ml coke bottle and true to his nature, he just had to have it (otherwise he shouts and cries). So massi obliged and his hands landed straight on the middle red sticker but in some time he noticed the red cork. And man, did he go berserk! Even faster than the speed of light the cork was in his mouth and a gleeful, totally excited look on his face- it was truly a Kodak moment. But that's not the point- the grip of that strong little brat is so tight (his parents have rightly named him Ojas, you see) that even massi took a lot of time to extricate the bottle from him. After that his massi is sure that he will become a tug-of-war champion once he grows up....though let me tell you, the list is long- he is artist, singer, journalist, palmist all rolled into one....our darling little brat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8281264563621722618?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8281264563621722618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/tug-of-war-between-ojas-and-massi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8281264563621722618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8281264563621722618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/tug-of-war-between-ojas-and-massi.html' title='Tug of war between Ojas and Massi'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6934532377001431516</id><published>2008-06-21T12:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:07:59.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><title type='text'>Worldy matters</title><content type='html'>I want to know whats going on in the world :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFyoo31KQWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UIaakKYI4CM/s1600-h/18062008311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFyoo31KQWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UIaakKYI4CM/s320/18062008311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214227888723345762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6934532377001431516?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6934532377001431516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/worldy-matters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6934532377001431516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6934532377001431516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/worldy-matters.html' title='Worldy matters'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFyoo31KQWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UIaakKYI4CM/s72-c/18062008311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5614621138899978504</id><published>2008-06-19T11:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:02:36.214+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>New Sleeping Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFn4R6oY6vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R4rhkVWOmyU/s1600-h/06062008289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFn4R6oY6vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R4rhkVWOmyU/s320/06062008289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213471030338185970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u beat it today Ojas was sleeping like this... in deep sleep.... crazy guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5614621138899978504?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5614621138899978504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-sleeping-pose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5614621138899978504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5614621138899978504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-sleeping-pose.html' title='New Sleeping Pose'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFn4R6oY6vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R4rhkVWOmyU/s72-c/06062008289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4350967972448866826</id><published>2008-06-18T10:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:08:28.322+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>Big Boy, Bad Boy</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post this for a very long time now but somehow keep missing it, Ojas is becoming a bad boy thee days he is just not taking breastfeeds :( he'll drink for 2 mins and screaming, try harder and he screams harder :) his doc suggested applying glycriene is his mouth, i did and result the same, i tried expressing milk and giving him in the bottle and result stil the same sob sob...he has become a bad boy or as his dad says a big boy ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4350967972448866826?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4350967972448866826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-boy-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4350967972448866826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4350967972448866826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-boy-bad.html' title='Big Boy, Bad Boy'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7176635530307091289</id><published>2008-06-16T21:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:04:14.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'>First Day Apart</title><content type='html'>Today I joined back work and was so anxious about how Ojas and me both will adjust but he seemed to be fine the whole day, I am so glad but when I came back he saw me and then started screaming at the top of his voice asking me to pick him up, he was getting his clothes changed from his nanny and i had to take him midway :) I hope he behaves like this only my good boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7176635530307091289?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7176635530307091289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-apartat-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7176635530307091289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7176635530307091289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-apartat-t.html' title='First Day Apart'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4652903932052541609</id><published>2008-06-15T21:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:46:12.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Milk Abhishek</title><content type='html'>Naren was just holding Ojas a little up in the air and thak suddenly he spat milk all over naren's face and it felt like he has done abhishek for him, we all just couldnt control our laughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFU8r4zGKAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow-lIeEWecQ/s1600-h/05062008272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFU8r4zGKAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow-lIeEWecQ/s320/05062008272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212138868429957122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4652903932052541609?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4652903932052541609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/milk-abhishek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4652903932052541609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4652903932052541609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/milk-abhishek.html' title='Milk Abhishek'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFU8r4zGKAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow-lIeEWecQ/s72-c/05062008272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4544664800691935018</id><published>2008-06-13T16:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:03:01.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Walker</title><content type='html'>We bought Ojas a new walker yesterday and he took to it as if he has been driving it since ages... didnt get scared even for a minute my brave boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJSIkKQHcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6sY2oPkgxe0/s1600-h/11062008291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJSIkKQHcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6sY2oPkgxe0/s320/11062008291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211318025920191938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJU1wbdv0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4P4Zmem-vJI/s1600-h/11062008293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJU1wbdv0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4P4Zmem-vJI/s320/11062008293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211321001330982722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJYcuiL_FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jodbxRMG--0/s1600-h/11062008296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJYcuiL_FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jodbxRMG--0/s320/11062008296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211324969372089426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4544664800691935018?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4544664800691935018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4544664800691935018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4544664800691935018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/walker.html' title='Walker'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJSIkKQHcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6sY2oPkgxe0/s72-c/11062008291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8005288323181578002</id><published>2008-06-13T11:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:08:39.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>sitting upright</title><content type='html'>My dear darling Ojas has finally started sitting upright :) Its been a story with him sitting straight the first time on 4th Apr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJ2M5bmJ7I/AAAAAAAAANA/NronmCucNe8/s1600-h/04042008064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJ2M5bmJ7I/AAAAAAAAANA/NronmCucNe8/s320/04042008064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211357682768160690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  then after that forgetting it alltogether and then struggling to do and sitting with hand support &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJ4LMXMPrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Yeom2gEDfog/s1600-h/22052008196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJ4LMXMPrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Yeom2gEDfog/s320/22052008196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211359852513476274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even starting to hate it he has finally managed to sit now, he is able to bend forward pick up things and come back too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8005288323181578002?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8005288323181578002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitting-upright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8005288323181578002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8005288323181578002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitting-upright.html' title='sitting upright'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SFJ2M5bmJ7I/AAAAAAAAANA/NronmCucNe8/s72-c/04042008064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3466258742162824687</id><published>2008-06-13T10:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:08:53.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>Sing-along</title><content type='html'>These days when I am putting Ojas to sleep, I sing hmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmm and this guy after 2-3 minutes starts singing along with it :) so cute isnt it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3466258742162824687?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3466258742162824687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sing-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3466258742162824687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3466258742162824687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sing-along.html' title='Sing-along'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4761050017440784309</id><published>2008-06-06T12:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:23:53.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sippy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjezZSdIEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DX8sTKJJEn0/s1600-h/30052008222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjezZSdIEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DX8sTKJJEn0/s320/30052008222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208657943596965954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojas drank with his sipper for the first time on 5/30 and took to it so nicely as if he is being doing it since ages, good boy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4761050017440784309?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4761050017440784309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sippy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4761050017440784309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4761050017440784309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sippy-time.html' title='Sippy Time'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjezZSdIEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DX8sTKJJEn0/s72-c/30052008222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-2704644387121159179</id><published>2008-06-06T11:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:00:24.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hare Krishna Hare Ram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjZYmpROaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ptL_NOpmcxU/s1600-h/31052008260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjZYmpROaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ptL_NOpmcxU/s320/31052008260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208651985767709090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute I am looking isnt it and while we are on this, these days Ojas has developed a habit of moving his hands just like he is chanting hare krishna hare ram... he looks so cute his massi is worried that he will grow up to be a drug addict ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-2704644387121159179?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/2704644387121159179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/hare-krishna-hare-ram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2704644387121159179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/2704644387121159179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/hare-krishna-hare-ram.html' title='Hare Krishna Hare Ram'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEjZYmpROaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ptL_NOpmcxU/s72-c/31052008260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5594163267755063071</id><published>2008-06-03T15:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:52:00.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ojas Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEUWO0ADGWI/AAAAAAAAALw/_V62gnYNDjc/s1600-h/24052008198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEUWO0ADGWI/AAAAAAAAALw/_V62gnYNDjc/s320/24052008198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207592987856673122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a plane like this and going all over the house has been Ojas's fav game since he was two month old, now tou he looks at his dad and demands for it, screams till narenm makes him a plane and takes him around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5594163267755063071?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5594163267755063071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ojas-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5594163267755063071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5594163267755063071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ojas-plane.html' title='Ojas Plane'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEUWO0ADGWI/AAAAAAAAALw/_V62gnYNDjc/s72-c/24052008198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-3835481078517754650</id><published>2008-05-30T19:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:04:34.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanny'/><title type='text'>Nanny Trouble</title><content type='html'>Trouble times... Ojas's nanny is leaving as her mil and husband is coming to blore and she has to play a bahu and what a timing I have to join back work now on 16th :( wondering what to do... nanny search is on in full flow but not able to find anyone... atlast if I dont find anyone I will leave Ojas in daycare. dont know how will he react... feeling so guilty abt it :( Ojas I love u baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-3835481078517754650?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/3835481078517754650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/nanny-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3835481078517754650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/3835481078517754650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/nanny-trouble.html' title='Nanny Trouble'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-6773793207643733156</id><published>2008-05-26T20:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:56:10.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eating and Whims and fancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEPYlNOuEtI/AAAAAAAAALo/hxbdDDtkDAc/s1600-h/27052008208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEPYlNOuEtI/AAAAAAAAALo/hxbdDDtkDAc/s320/27052008208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207243727888585426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started Ojas on semi solids about a month back and I was surprised to see how clearly he has his preferences... He loves to eat ragi and its a struggle to feed him rice, u just cant give me plain rice if u blend it with some banana or some jaggery u might be able to feed him something with hazaar nakhras :) one person distracting him with a toy etc but only rice no chance... he loves banana and chicko and is ok with the apple... i am so surpised taste buds work so well at this age too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-6773793207643733156?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/6773793207643733156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-and-whims-and-fancies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6773793207643733156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/6773793207643733156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-and-whims-and-fancies.html' title='Eating and Whims and fancies'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SEPYlNOuEtI/AAAAAAAAALo/hxbdDDtkDAc/s72-c/27052008208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-4953103613977592824</id><published>2008-05-21T20:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:03:39.005+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-dad'/><title type='text'>Missing Dad</title><content type='html'>In the past few months Ojas morning routine has been getting up between 6 and 7 am and then coming from his cot to our bed and then playing between us, we are partly sleeping and partly playing and all three of us enjoy that the best time of the day... he'll see towards me play a little and then turn towards naren play with him a little and if one of us sleeps then he wakes us up by scratching our faces with his hands... today naren was travelling and when he came on our he would play with me and then turn the other side to find his dad and then say oooooh ooooh he did this some 8-10 times and finally i had to get up and take him to some other place and then he played... my little one was missing his dad, this one is going to make naren surely happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-4953103613977592824?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/4953103613977592824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4953103613977592824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/4953103613977592824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-dad.html' title='Missing Dad'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5601831605335333095</id><published>2008-05-16T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:26:13.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The first lovely white bud</title><content type='html'>Ya u guessed it right, my little one has come out with his first teeth and strangely its not the front one as I had read in books and heard from everyone.... its the lower right one.... Looks like this guy wants to be different from the starting he he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling since long time that he is teething but everyone would laugh at me saying its too early... Today morning around 11 am when I was feeding him he suddenly bit me and I was like what is this, I checked his mouth for his front teeth and I found none, I was a little surprised but I continued feeding and then he did it again I decided to give his mouth a through examination and there it is on the right hand lower side one tiny little white bud and I rushed to my husband's grandmom to show it and see if I was right and bingo I was right :) my son has come out with his first teeth.... yipee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5601831605335333095?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5601831605335333095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-lovely-white-bud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5601831605335333095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5601831605335333095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-lovely-white-bud.html' title='The first lovely white bud'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-8016997257231291348</id><published>2008-05-16T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:25:02.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>shy boy</title><content type='html'>ojas is turning out be a little shy boy u smile at him and he will smile back and then turn away shyly and blushing... its so cute to watch my shy boy shy away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-8016997257231291348?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/8016997257231291348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/shy-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8016997257231291348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/8016997257231291348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/shy-boy.html' title='shy boy'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-5702017235203613315</id><published>2008-05-04T16:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:05:35.201+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Ojas's first vacation</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in my previous post we took ojas for his first vacation to Tex Woods Resort, Chikmangalur. It was about 280kms drive from bangalore and we took about 8 hours to reach there including all breaks etc. Ojas seemed to have fun in the vacation, so do we choose to believe atleast :) Will be posting the details on the drive and the vacation on my travel blog soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the snaps till then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/12313849@N08/fNq9K6"&gt;Ojas's first vacation snaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-5702017235203613315?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/5702017235203613315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/ojass-first-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5702017235203613315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/5702017235203613315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/05/ojass-first-vacation.html' title='Ojas&apos;s first vacation'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2547916868204484830.post-7864127152366228784</id><published>2008-04-16T17:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:39:39.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pendulum</title><content type='html'>My little one these days is moving his head from left to right, right to left like a pendulum and sometimes he does it so fast. I tried doing it myself and my neck pained :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2547916868204484830-7864127152366228784?l=ourprinceojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/feeds/7864127152366228784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/04/pendulum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7864127152366228784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2547916868204484830/posts/default/7864127152366228784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/2008/04/pendulum.html' title='Pendulum'/><author><name>Monika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627040210376581730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGvUJd6m3zw/SLJldwTrZnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VyDwavi0Hfc/S220/DSC04234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
