Garima has started to sit without support for a few mins at a time :0) then she just plonks in any direction.Usually she continues to play with whatever she has at hand.If uncomfortable she calls out to me with her favourite syllables "eh and oh" ,cant find the right spellings in english for the sounds she really makes.Right now she is in a side ways toppled state holding a cushion with her two feet and manhandling(baby handling) it with her little hand.
on 11th she said "amma" a few times during the day.I thought it could be her usual style of crying when at times she starts with -maaa.But it wasnt she actually has been saying amma quite clearly and looking at me when she wants something :0) Just about two and a half syllables in our native tongues and 4 alphabets in english ,the word when said by her fills my heart to bursting capacity.
She is getting more communicative too and has added:na na na : to her expanding vocabulary.Methinks she could some day grow to be a silver tongued orator or that could be just a fond mum,s thoughts!
Referring to my earlier post,THE MIXIE is about to be delivered to me this evening I am told ,all ready to go from the indian shop owner himself.This business got me angry first and then made me cynical and then we graduated to humour (The anger-cynicism-humour ,stages that one can go through in any particular situation ,I have borrowed from Javed akhtar)

Mixie woes
Cooking our food without an Indian mixie seems almost impossible to me.I used an Australian one for 2 years and then that gave way unable to hold out under my heavy grinding of outlandish ingredients.
While shopping at an Indian grocery I saw an Indian mixer grinder,the regular stainless steel one with three jars and bought one before you could say jack robinson.I marched home with plans of cooking all sorts of indian favourites which required grinding of the spices.Alas I found that the mixie had an Indian three pin plug and had to rush my husband to the shops to buy an Australian adaptor.
After a week of searching all over Adelaide we decided to buy an Ozzie plug,cut off the current one and attach the new one.I waited with bated breath with a large cleaned salmon trout in my freezer all ready to be turned into a fiery fish curry,while my husband changed the abovesaid plug.
He plugged the mixie with aplomb and I strained to hear the whirring of blades...nothing happened!many tries and nothing happened!Back went the mixie to the Indian store with the store owners promise that he will do something about it and here I am,back where I started waiting for them to work out what went wrong,correct it and hand it over to me.
In the meantime I continue to dish out food without freshly ground masala,all the while dreaming of the day when....... and reading the numerous food blogs to keep me happy.

My heart and mind is totally filled with my 6 and a half month old baby girl -Garima!All the cliches about motherhood suddenly seem true :0) She is a happy baby who has learnt recently that she can show her dislike to something by stiffening her body into a st: line and going red in the face.I find that sweet and funny.my ramblings will be mainly about her. Right now she is atop her change table gurgling and blowing bubbles and giggling when her dad tickles her.

I had her 9 days prior to the due date and my husband missed it by 2 days as he was in India .Anyway babies and time wait for no one and move when they have to.She came to the world on May 2nd 4.08 am and has filled me up with every good feeling .Strangely I already wonder about how to keep her safe from the many downfalls of 'civilized society".

The first few months were feed,sleep,feed and sleepless nights for us.As she took on month after month she got communicative,playful and is quite good company even now.

While crying she looks out of the corner of her eyes at us(husband,me or my mum) to check if she is having the desired effect on us,which keeps us laughing amongst other things.

Her name Garima,means in Hindi -honour,joy,pride and in Sanskrit its the power of a yogi to make him/herself heavier,opposite of Laghima,in which the said yogi can become lighter.

She sits up with support and has begun various cooked and pureed solids since a month.A special highlight for us is that she turned over from lying on her back to lying on her tum,all by herself yesterday -21st nov at 3.16 noon.

I will stop for now as I am feeling like a very besotted first time mum who can write pages on end about Garima.

This is the first time I am posting a blog and I dont know where to begin.I will write abt anything that i think,feel or that touches my heart or tum in a special way.My 6 month baby girl Garima will be the central theme I suspect.My husband ,parents ,Friends back in B'lore that I miss on a daily basis,books,pottery,music nature etc etc a million things that colour my life all these will figure in my blogs too.I am actually a novice and am not too sure as to who will read my blogs and why.The proof of the pudding is in its eating and so I will wait and see how it goes.