[I’ve been trying to write this post for the last one month. Just havent been able to get around to it. But I dont want to lose out on those moments..so rather than sit over it any more, here it is..in all its incompleteness]
Goosh and I were travelling. His first ever holiday to Nana-Nani’s. And my laproscopy.
Day 1: Goosh was on his best behaviour thru the trip to the airport. And then he went ballistic once we boarded. As if I’d just fed him red bull. Exploring everything. The seat. The seat belt. Under the seat. The Window. The Floor. Picking up all the minuscule particles on the carpet. Cooing away at the people in the seat behind. Trying to climb the seat. Eat my hair. Crawl under the seat. You get the picture.
He managed to do what many a men try in vain – patao the air-hostesses.Yep. He was chatting away with them like old pals. And they in turn gave him special VIP status. Even baby-sitting him while Mommy rushed to the loo.
He also provided complete in-flight entertainment for the 30 odd passengers on board from Nagpur to Indore. As we walked down the aisle, his royal highness gave each one of them this huge gorgeous smile and even stopped to shake hands with some of his subjects. One old lady was graciously awarded with a yelp and jump into her lap.
Sigh, what do I do with this kid!>!
And then, he broke hearts at home. He refused to recognize Nana-Nani or play with them. No matter how they tried! They were so heartbroken. They’d been looking fwd to his visit for so long. Nana had almost bought out all the toy shops in Indore; had the house decorated with balloons. And even cleared out his precious ‘centre table’ from the dining room!
But still no.. grumpy Goosh refused to play with Nanu. His best friend Nanu!!
Day 2: Off to the khet. Dont know who was happier – Nanu on taking his grandson to the farm, or Goosh, on seeing it! I’ll let the photos do the talking here. btw, the header pic is from Nanu’s khet 🙂
A long drive in the evening:
Day 3: The operation
Day 4 onwards: