Door bell

The door bell rang......by the time I reached the hall, there was an uninterrupted buzz...zz followed by no more residual sound...
The sight which caught me after a lot of grumbling and cursing was  of my dear maid...did I say, 'dear'? yeah...she was standing at the entrance to give me a shock...what?? 

But instead of using my yelling powers, I chose to remain calm...after all, my peace of mind was also at stake... 

She had to go to her place urgently and will be back possibly in a fortnight...

This was yesterday and now, when today is merging into tomorrow...I sit with my laptop yearning to see her counting each work-session without her...my dependency on her is being painfully realized by me...

My plannings for the week made earlier are under doubtful execution...

I wonder about my worthy contribution in son's first term exams...

And Kukkoo...unaware of  worldly changes, is busy practicing crawling...he simply amazes me with his enthusiastic practice sessions in the mid of the night, when he jumps from one pillow to the other completing his target without mindful of anyone's sleep...
He's in the process of erupting his first baby teeth and just tries to gnaw anything and everything...and to prevent him from chewing unusual objects is a never ending job...he just finds one thing or the other which interests him...observes it in his hand for a second or two and later reaches it to its final destination, that is 'mouth'. It's really difficult to bear with this 'oral phase'.

Sometimes he cruises around the furniture and suddenly falls down...

I've to get down to his level to make his surroundings safe...updating 'child proofing' has become the part and parcel of routine...still apprehension persists...

In my little bed I lie:
Heavenly Father, hear my cry;
Lord, keep Thou me through this night.
Bring me safe to morning light. Amen.

Baby falls

It was seven in the morning, and I was cleaning washbasin in the attached bathroom to our bedroom. I rushed to the bedroom when I heard a thud with baby cry. When I took ailing baby in my hands, I was alarmed to see that he had hurt his lips and there was slight bleeding at the site. My hubby had gone with Aru to help him fetch his school bus. By the time he came back, Kukkoo was consolable due to cold compresses.  This was my baby's first fall from bed when he was four months old. Kukkoo is now almost eight months old, and he has fallen thrice more since then.

Each time he fells, he becomes consolable after few minutes. I take him to the garden, where we enjoy our swing. He's such a sweet champ, I wish I could prevent his further falls. I'm a working mom, so I don't get much time to arrange my furniture settings. I've started keeping him on floor whenever I'm busy doing chores and not able to give him full company. He enjoys his freedom on expanded floor area in the living room with his toys.