<?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-1831301684776043729</id><updated>2012-01-26T15:20:36.753+01:00</updated><category term='Talking'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='b&apos;day'/><category term='walking'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Mumma'/><category term='General'/><category term='Daycare'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='eating'/><category term='standing up'/><category term='9 months'/><category term='mom-kid moments'/><category term='music'/><category term='fever'/><category term='Smiles'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Milestone'/><category term='outing'/><category term='Climbing stairs'/><title type='text'>Prisha - A Miracle</title><subtitle type='html'>PRISHA- BELOVED GIFT FROM GOD. I WISH TO TREASURE THIS HAPPINESS FOREVER. AN ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THIS LITTLE MIRACLE IN WORDS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-3684024372665071335</id><published>2012-01-23T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:11:48.111+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So Papa goes to put the girl to sleep and she takes for ever. Papa tries all possible ways. But she keeps asking for mumma.&lt;br /&gt;Finally papa says Ok i become your mumma, now you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prompt reply is - "No you cannot be mumma. If you have to become mumma then you must look into your phone till i fall asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#facepalm :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note to self&lt;/u&gt; : No more using phone at &lt;strike&gt;her &lt;/strike&gt;bedtime&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-3684024372665071335?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3684024372665071335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=3684024372665071335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3684024372665071335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3684024372665071335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7286119906529485181</id><published>2011-12-20T11:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:59:38.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>Prisha is really excited about snow this winter. And is waiting desperately for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning the first thing she does is look out of the window if it snowed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mornign I generally said....&amp;quot;oh it has not snowed today either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry mumma if its not snowing yet. Its  good. Otherwise how will little children walk to school. They might slip. Also it will be difficult for papa to drive the car. So it will snow when I have school holidays :)&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I could only smile in amazement :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7286119906529485181?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7286119906529485181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7286119906529485181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7286119906529485181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7286119906529485181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/12/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1579571126655997046</id><published>2011-10-31T12:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:50:56.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you my dear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear loving daughter Prisha. I was just readings somethign and felt like writing to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are about to turn 4 in 2 weeks. I am really happy. I am happy to have a loving daughter like you who cares sooo much. I love your little gestures of care and concern.&amp;nbsp; How you get worried when i am little sad and try to make me smile. How you want to join me in everything I do. How you still come lovingly running to me even if i scold you in anger all the time. How you still want me near you when you wake up at night. How you still want to share everything with me.&amp;nbsp; How you learn things on your own when we hardly spend any time teaching you much. Believe me I am proud of you beyond words can ever explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear daughter. I cannot be thankful enough for having you in my life. I cannot imagine my life without you. You are me, my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1579571126655997046?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1579571126655997046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1579571126655997046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1579571126655997046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1579571126655997046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-you-my-dear.html' title='Love you my dear..'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-2591248466831235203</id><published>2011-08-10T12:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:05:55.279+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Prisha Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately Prisha&amp;nbsp; has been talking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Some&amp;nbsp; of the things which i can recall now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when my husband and she picked me up from station, there was one pear in my bag so i gave it to her. She was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisha : Mumma, wat lief dat je voor mij hebt meegenomen! (&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Mumma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; how sweet of you that&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; brought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Thas a typical dutch expression to appreciate one's efforts for getting u something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha : Mumma I want a chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Me: (In bit string voice) But you didnt finnish your food, so you cannot get chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha : O mein to mazaak kar rahi thi&amp;nbsp; (Oh I was just joking) (And runs away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Me: Who's bday is it today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha : Dadi's (Grandmother). She will be having a party today. Let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Me : But Dadi lives far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha ; Oh ya In India. But Dont worry Papa will take us in his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Me: But we cannot go there in car, We need to take an aeroplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha : O Don't worry then Papa will take us in aeroplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Me : But Aeroplane takes lot of time. We will have to go in morning and we will reach only at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Prisha: Ok then lets go at night only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-2591248466831235203?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2591248466831235203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=2591248466831235203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2591248466831235203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2591248466831235203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/08/prisha-talks.html' title='Prisha Talks'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-3274065255886690822</id><published>2011-05-20T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:06:15.033+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok so we have few favorite song these days which Prisha wants to be played on repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is her - Jaagni wala song...&lt;br /&gt;Jugni from Coke Studio (&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Alif Allah - JUGNI - Arif Lohar - Coke Studio - Meesha Shafi -  [HQ] - Orignal"&gt;Alif Allah - JUGNI - Arif Lohar - Coke Studio - Meesha Shafi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listens to this atleast 5 times in the evening. And she has laready picked up quite a lot of the lyrics. Esp - Jugni Ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Aao wangan chada lo kudiyonnn...&lt;br /&gt;Mere daata de darbaar diyaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Wf-eM0XdJhw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wf-eM0XdJhw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wf-eM0XdJhw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next favourite is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal chal mere haathi...from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haathi_Mere_Saathi"&gt;Haathi Mere Saathi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says ..giggling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please play chal chal mere Olifant wala song" (Olifant is Elephant in Dutch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/5CS4nLI2ZX8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CS4nLI2ZX8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CS4nLI2ZX8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-3274065255886690822?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3274065255886690822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=3274065255886690822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3274065255886690822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3274065255886690822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-3515492181295330465</id><published>2011-05-20T13:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:59:17.935+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Tummy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had to note this down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisha went to a restaurant with her dad for some afternoon snack as they both had day off and it was a beautiful weather day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they reached there and pickedup the place to sit - Prisha noticed a huge fat man sitting next to that seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Papa....Kijk kitna bada dhidoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look Papa...Look what a huge tummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am glad the person was non-hindi speaker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-3515492181295330465?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3515492181295330465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=3515492181295330465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3515492181295330465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3515492181295330465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/tummy.html' title='Tummy?'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-4323630264367339443</id><published>2011-05-16T11:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:06:14.597+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Shoulder? Soldier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Prisha has new favorite for 2-3 weeks now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves music and we can get everything - ok most of the things - done in the name of music. She just loves it. I hope this love for music stays forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so her latest favorite is a song from movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soldier_%281998_film%29"&gt;Soldier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago we put on the CD from this movie in car. And next time we hear her humming the song .."Soldier Soldier..meethi baatein bol kar..." while looking out of the car window and  enjoying the scenery :) (So it seemed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or two later she already knew some lyrics of it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often we would hear her singing "Sholder Sholder...meethi baatein..."&lt;br /&gt;Now she know quite bit of the song and here is show she sings it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoulder Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;meeethi baatein khol kar&lt;br /&gt;dil kyun .,hmm...hmm hmm.. la gaya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to correct her by telling her its not &lt;b&gt;shoulder&lt;/b&gt; but &lt;b&gt;soldier&lt;/b&gt;...but she insisted in it ....and ofcourse with explanation ...&lt;br /&gt;She made it clear we were wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you look at the video..you would notice that The Soldier (Bobby Deol) does a shoulder action somewhere (touching his shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat that explanation...so i think we have been wrong all this while :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-4323630264367339443?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4323630264367339443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=4323630264367339443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4323630264367339443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4323630264367339443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/shoulder-soldier.html' title='Shoulder? Soldier?'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8857781428723900006</id><published>2011-05-12T10:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:35:33.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>Prisha has been unwell since sunday night but i have no clue so far what the problem is. Day time she is kind of Ok. Well  I dont see her during the day and no one in the daycare has noticed anything wrong so I choose to think she is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up at night many times and cries non-stop. Nothing can soothe her at that time. Nothign at all! After 3 mights like that i am exhausted and still cluseless as to whats wrong. I have a slight doubt that its her ear pain. I keep asking her repeatedly if she has pain somewhere - she replies in NO. ANother reason I can guess could be weather. It has started to get bit warm and as she is totoal cold loving kid - slight warm weather makes it difficult for her to sleep well. Even in winters she wants winters open. And believe me winter here is COLD with snowfall outside.&lt;br /&gt;So thinking its perhaps the reason - we put on fan and also light clothes on her. But nothing seems to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually whenever she faals ill - it takes 3 days before she starts feeling better. Its 3 days now so I am hoping and wishing she starts feeling better from tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost zombie today. Do need a long night sleep. I am going to try to change our sleeping place tonight. I am going to sleep with her in another room. She likes that room more as its HER :) May be that will bring some relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another brain wave. As she has been going to new creache for over 2 weeks now. Could it be that she is missing her older daycare and freinds and not saying it?? I dont knwo what it is but i do wnat her to feel better soon very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8857781428723900006?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8857781428723900006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8857781428723900006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8857781428723900006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8857781428723900006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-4888591651131155846</id><published>2011-04-22T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:13:51.653+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-kid moments'/><title type='text'>Heart-lifting or heart-breaking?</title><content type='html'>Usually on a weekday, Prisha wakes up after I leave for work. So she hardly sees me in the morning. This is because My workplace if bit far away and it takes alot of time to reach there. So i leave quite early from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday and today morning, she woke up around the same time when i do. And first question she asked as soon as she opened her eyes and saw me there was - "Mumma, aaj chutti hai kya?" (Mumma- Is it a holiday today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to take that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel happy that we both got to see each other in the morning and also that she expects me around on off days only and is strong and prepared for other days.  We did do all morning chores together. It was much fun. I decided to go an hour late to work and spend that hour with her instead getting ourselves ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Should I feel sad that she relates my presence to day off only. And perhaps she misses me inside and feels I be around more. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel. I am both sad and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i replied to her that no we do not have off day and we both will go for our respective offices ( she insists on calling her daycare as her office)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today i replied saying i do not have off so I will be going to office but she has off day so she can have lots of fun with her dad. She accepted it with a smile and said "Ok then, give me a hug and lets sleep together for a while". Which I happily yet with choaking throat agreed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How our kids grow up to behave so sensibly without complaining. Even we adults fail to do so at times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-4888591651131155846?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4888591651131155846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=4888591651131155846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4888591651131155846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4888591651131155846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-lifting-or-heart-breaking.html' title='Heart-lifting or heart-breaking?'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-5333779919470119660</id><published>2011-04-19T14:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:51:58.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><title type='text'>Change day 1</title><content type='html'>In continuation of &lt;a href="http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/restart.html"&gt;earlier blog post&lt;/a&gt;, the first day went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before she went to bed on time. The morning after she woke up on time too. And was ready to cycle to her new creche. She happily paddled and reached there, waving an even more happy bye bye to her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening when her dad went pick her up, they told him she cried little bit when all the kids went home and only very few were left. But once she was told her parents were coming soon, she was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall the first day went ok. She played with new friends, ate with them and had fun. Luckly this is a good weather here week which means lots of sunshine and warmth for kids to play outside happily. Also that means Prisha could wear short sleeves top and leggings (her favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day she was pretty tired - seemed like she polayed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully days will get better and better only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-5333779919470119660?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5333779919470119660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=5333779919470119660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5333779919470119660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5333779919470119660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-day-1.html' title='Change day 1'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-5867699112068680492</id><published>2011-04-15T16:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:29:39.815+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Restart</title><content type='html'>For few weeks now I have been wanting to start writing here again. Its been ages since I posted anything. I missed out so much in between which I had wanted to capture and put here. All said and done - that time is gone now and no point thinking about it. I want to restart now and write as and when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisha is exactly 3 yrs and 5 months today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also her last day in the day care where she has been going since she turned 3.5 months. It has been a long and beautiful journey till now. Today looking at her own baby pictures she gets amazed to see that she was herself so tiny once. She refuses to accept that those tiny baby shoes were hers  - she insists they are her doll's shoes :) Its quite mixed feeling day today. So far, its all fun for her - the gift wrapping for her friends and teachers in creche, the stickers put on, the bye bye party etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been preparing her for couple of weeks now that she will soon be going to new creche but i am not sure she really understands what it means. So far She has gone to new creche twice for few hours for introductory periods.  She liked it but still kept repeating she would prefer to go to the same she has been going for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am more emotionally worried about this change than she herself is. I am just hoping she will get new friends here and enjoy it as much as the older one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has one added excitement for this new creche. As this new creche is at walking distance from our house, she can go cycling to it. She is mighty excited about this part. Especially with weather getting better now, it would be fun. Not cycling while in Netherlands is just not acceptable :) It's a shocker if you tell someone that you don't cycle or you dont have a bicycle. People usually shrug if off thinking its a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - so let's see how long this cycling excitement keeps her happy about this new creche. Also, kids are emotionally stronger than us. Only we adults worry and analyse everything too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-5867699112068680492?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5867699112068680492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=5867699112068680492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5867699112068680492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5867699112068680492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-5318988543949861424</id><published>2010-08-03T13:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:53:22.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a test for her website</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" &gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://static.wix.com"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.wix.com/client/app.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="pageId=VyRQu_3SE2w-a&amp;embedFormat=normal&amp;embedID=wOxGVZdbydxg6_8;k8n8QVvLXzw1mgZS80uTRdjz0JCf6_o_2PeEIRDhSiitfMnJa&amp;partner_id=WMGs4POB1ko-a" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noScale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="tl" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.wix.com/client/app.swf" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always"  FlashVars="pageId=VyRQu_3SE2w-a&amp;embedFormat=normal&amp;embedID=wOxGVZdbydxg6_8;k8n8QVvLXzw1mgZS80uTRdjz0JCf6_o_2PeEIRDhSiitfMnJa&amp;partner_id=WMGs4POB1ko-a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="400" base="http://static.wix.com" scale="noscale" salign="tl" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-5318988543949861424?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5318988543949861424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=5318988543949861424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5318988543949861424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/5318988543949861424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-test-for-her-website.html' title='Just a test for her website'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-903748372397080324</id><published>2009-05-07T22:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:51:06.310+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climbing stairs'/><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>OK its been amonth since I updated anything here. That does not mean Prisha has not been upto anything. Ofcourse there has been addition to vocabulary, more attenting catching tactics and lot of other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April went great...Prisha has loads of fun with her mamu-mami and Divit bhaiya over from bangalore for a vacation. She would laugh at everything Divit did. She became expert strais climber only because he would go up and down whole day and she would want to follow - though she was able to do so in one direction only. They shared toys.  Mamu loved to see her dancing. Mami loved to see her eat on her own. YEs..this is all what she does now. She eats her food on her own...ok not completely but more than half she has on her own and then starts playing with it. That is the sign that I need to intervene and take charge. It's so cute to see her take that sppon towards her mouth with all the focus on trying to balance out the food lest it falls on the way. She does not let us feed her anymore. She even has to take her plate to the kitchen herself. I am glad about it - hope this habit continues *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another major activity is dancing. She dances at practically every music,,..slight tune anywhere and she starts dancing. Every other day she does some new step - dunno where all is she learning all those steps. She moves her hips left-right, she moves round round...few times she moves with hands on waist other times waving them in air. I so want to keep nurturing this love of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words she now says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheuusss = Shoes&lt;br /&gt;bach = enough&lt;br /&gt;op = finish&lt;br /&gt;dudu = for milk, food, bottle, sipper&lt;br /&gt;appa = for all fruits - apple, pear, melon&lt;br /&gt;aa jao = come&lt;br /&gt;uppa = upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots more which I am totally unable to recall at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all this happiness, she fell ill during this time. Her ear infection came back. This time she got very high fever which refused to nudge even afyer so many medicines. She stopped eating, drinking...She literally took only a bottle of milk a day for 3 days. So we had to taker to emergency. They found out that she had some throat infection too along with ear infection, hence no eating drinking. Then they did some blood tests to find out why she is falling ill so often now. Apparently she had some other infection(details of which were not given to us) which should go away on its own. We are just keeping our fingers crossed for ear infection to not return. She already had 3 doses of antibiotics fo it. HOpe its over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-903748372397080324?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/903748372397080324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=903748372397080324&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/903748372397080324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/903748372397080324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-579286278829477475</id><published>2009-04-08T11:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:00:06.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myamusingmind.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/the-4-tag/" target=_blank&gt;Swati&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on this. It is something like picking up 4th picture from 4th folder in the pictures respository. There were other pictures in such location so i picked up 4th folder of Prisha's pics and 4th picture from there. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/Sdx0iS5cmfI/AAAAAAAAGJA/zf8CEkmFDwc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/Sdx0iS5cmfI/AAAAAAAAGJA/zf8CEkmFDwc/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322256992182245874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken with a mobile phone - hence the clarity is not there. Prisha was around 6 months at that time and was wearing new green frock with smoking design. My friend "A" had come over and Prisha was having great fun in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whom to tag on this...I am such an  irregular blogger that i hardly have enough readers to tag...most of the visitors are already tagged by the time I pick up one myself:) So if any of you who is here has not done this..please pick up the tag and leave a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-579286278829477475?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/579286278829477475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=579286278829477475&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/579286278829477475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/579286278829477475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-4.html' title='Tag 4'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/Sdx0iS5cmfI/AAAAAAAAGJA/zf8CEkmFDwc/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7377727980699884526</id><published>2009-04-08T11:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:51:11.513+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climbing stairs'/><title type='text'>Ad Astrum - reach out for the stars</title><content type='html'>Well well...as everyone must have noticed and ~nm pointed out too, i don't update quick enough about how my baby is moving ahead in her life. &lt;br /&gt;Either i don't notice her actions and adventures or she is slow enough to show us something new. Whatever is the reason - i accept i am lazy at this.&lt;br /&gt;But today I had to write. Prisha started walking sometime back. Infact now she runs around and wants to walk all the time. Till date she has never tried to come down the stairs. She has only tried climbing up that too just 1 step. She would climb one step and sit there - either singing or taking off her shoes and socks or sometimes just trying to figure out - "what next". &lt;br /&gt;Today my husband was going up the stairs and she was downstairs. When he had reached up he just looked down and saw she had already climbed 6-7 steps. He was amazed and slightly scared too. He quickly jumped down and stood behind her lest she stumbles - this being her first try.... But no - she was kind of determined to reach the top :) and YES she did  conquer the peak. She climbed all 16 steps and stood there at the top - smiling wide. Best part is she climbs like adults ; with one foot up and then next...taking little support with hands on next step and not like crawling style. Inside her heart she sure was rejoicing at her acheivement. And so was her dad. I am feeling proud too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad that i missed it. But still i am happy beyond words  for every new step she takes in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you my darling!! May you keep rising high and achieve all your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7377727980699884526?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7377727980699884526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7377727980699884526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7377727980699884526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7377727980699884526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/04/ad-astrum-reach-out-for-stars.html' title='Ad Astrum - reach out for the stars'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1597924680620787625</id><published>2009-03-02T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:15:35.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Quick Recap - Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://monikamanchanda15.blogspot.com/" target=_blank&gt;Monika &lt;/a&gt;had tagged me on facebook for this and then I saw it on &lt;a href="http://ourprinceojas.blogspot.com/" target=_blank&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;...so thought of picking it up and doing it here. Sounded interesting and a quick pregnancy story too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?&lt;br /&gt;Yupsee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for 5 yrs by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;A smile, skipping a heart beat and slightly wet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Noway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;Home pregnancy test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband...It was his birthday that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DUE DATE?&lt;br /&gt;21st Nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. I was darn lucky for first 6 months and as soon as 7th month began it turned the other way round and remained tough as hell for last trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Chilli, hot food...I could eat only what i cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to sleep for months..not knowing that would be the case for many more  months too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Female...a baby doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?&lt;br /&gt;No...i never ever thought of what I really wanted - A boy or a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;14..and lost weight for few months after the delivery..but then the curve became an upwards growing one and is still following that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..traditional indian way...though a low profile simple occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;??? surprise??? Can it be a surprise too...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;YEs...everything, every complication, trouble, pain visited me in last 3 months and i was in hospital for one checkup/test or the other almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;Reiner De graaf Hospital, Delft, The Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?&lt;br /&gt;24 hrs of labor and then a C-Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL/BIRTH CENTER?&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband - who else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;The nurses and the doctor and the proud father of the baby arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?&lt;br /&gt;C-Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Yesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?&lt;br /&gt;2.9 kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ?&lt;br /&gt;15th Nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?&lt;br /&gt;Prisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1 yr, 3 months, 2 weeks and 1 day old (The Lilypie ticker is a great calculator ..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED THE SEX OF THE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;I knew it 2 weeks before the delivery...At every U/S dOctors had been saying" she is active, she is resting...etc etc etc...." SO we knew enough inspite of opting for not interested in knowing the sex of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST REACTION ON SEEING THE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;I had such mixed feelings and thoughts...I just dont know how exactly I felt looking at my sweetie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. DID YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes....big time...i cried for weeks :) (Is it bad ?? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1597924680620787625?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1597924680620787625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1597924680620787625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1597924680620787625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1597924680620787625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-recap-pregnancy.html' title='Quick Recap - Pregnancy'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-6647617344713458146</id><published>2009-02-25T09:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:00:55.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Tring Tring</title><content type='html'>Prisha's new found love - conversation on telephone. She picks up everything that looks like a phone..be it mobile phone, bank card reader, toy phone or a box.  She just picks up the so called phone, presses some numbers on it if there are any keys, puts it on her ear and starts talking in her own gibrish :) She goes...uh..ss..aa..unn...nuuu..nn..nee..chichi..aapa...hbi.. and this conversation goes for 1-2 minutes. When she is done, she says "BYE" and keeps down the phone. Sometimes she says "bye" couple of times as if the other person is not letting her hang up. It's really sweet to see her talk like that. Once she even talked to me while I was at work. Bye has become her favorite word these days. She would say bye to anyone who is moving towards the main door or just going upstairs, or even if that person is just going out of that room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this the sad part is that she is bit unwell. She has got some bad ear infection and that is giving her fever too. She hasn't been eating/drinking well for few days now. And i have to coem to work and leave her home. But thanks to hubby for being there to take care of her. He is there with her for last 3 days. And she is enjoying his company like anything. Infact both of them are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-6647617344713458146?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6647617344713458146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=6647617344713458146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/6647617344713458146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/6647617344713458146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tring-tring.html' title='Tring Tring'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8301767851900130389</id><published>2009-02-10T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:25:03.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>I know a lot</title><content type='html'>Latest from the little miracle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask...&lt;br /&gt;Dog does , she says Boh, Boh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat does, she says Boh, Boh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep does, she says Boh, Boh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisha does, she says Papa , Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;we ask "A" for, she says "Aappa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every stuff toy she has is Boh-Boh even if its a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has mastered the art of  clapping hands, rubbing hands, hands up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all body parts.......she goes tapping on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what use is she putting her new learnt skill of walking to...she takes things from me and delivers them to Papa and takes that back from him and delivers it to me...she does not let us keep it even for a second. She just gives it in our hand and takes it back. And laughs aloud at this great achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8301767851900130389?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8301767851900130389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8301767851900130389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8301767851900130389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8301767851900130389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-lot.html' title='I know a lot'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-3454675062365387689</id><published>2009-02-09T16:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:34:38.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>World - here I come -  ON MY FEET</title><content type='html'>Prisha finally took her independent steps last weekend. And an independent walking round of the house was witnessed yesterday. Yesterday she seemed quite excited about it. She was getting up on her own, balancing her standing up position and taking steps towards next point of interest. She conquered all accesible corners of the area. And corners which were difficult to be invaded walking were conquered by using strong weapons of tears, screaming, shouting, demanding and crying :) And by the end of the day she had given a full ramp walk display to her grandparents and mamu-mami, masi on skype. We were elated and relieved. Hope the spirit of walking continues now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-3454675062365387689?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3454675062365387689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=3454675062365387689&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3454675062365387689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3454675062365387689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-here-i-come-on-my-feet.html' title='World - here I come -  ON MY FEET'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-2578388406688796536</id><published>2009-01-05T17:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:04:18.520+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>Prisha is slightly late in doing everything - as compared to other kids around who are her age...Atleast i feel so. She started crawling when she was 11 months...Anyway, I don't mind her being little late as long as she does it. (Believe me till last week this thing was bothering me like hell...I was getting all stressed out thinking about it and feeling guilty for not being able to give her enough time)But am over that feeling now and believe that every child is a master piece in itself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...she took her first step yesterday. Though it was only 2-3 times that she took a step forward , it felt like a great achievement. She still needs to learn to balance herself. She gets so excited everytime we make her stand without support that she falls down in slow motion. Whenever my hubby makes her stand and I ask her to come to me - so she can take few steps - she quickly sits down and crawls at full speed to reach me before I change my decision :)  It's funny and cute but bit difficult as she doe not try to take steps. But I guess it will come soon too and I need to be patient. Being a parent definately makes you a lot more patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-2578388406688796536?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2578388406688796536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=2578388406688796536&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2578388406688796536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2578388406688796536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8550393002890719900</id><published>2008-12-23T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:48:11.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems like ages since I wrote anything here. For 6 weeks we were on a trip to India.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We got unexpectedly busy there. By the end of the trip we were too tired and wanted t be back home in NL. It all went nice there but was hectic to the brim.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;We came back here 2 weeks back and got a nice welcome from cold weather and loads of work. Again very busy schedule esp after coming back from warm weather. It has been pretty cold here this time. Me and&amp;nbsp;hubby fell ill right there in India and came back with it - only to get it stretched to one more week here. Thankfully Prisha was fine all through the trip. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;She has started going to her creche and has been active beyond control now. She wants all the attention in the world which obviously we cannot give her.&amp;nbsp; Well she got bit too much pampering in India :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She does not walk till now. She crawls full speed and walks holding something...couch, table, my finger anything..but she needs little bit support to walk...seems like she is afraid of falling. She is getting very smart&amp;nbsp;at understanding our mood and behaving accordingly. When we scold her for anything she would just go quiet and turn her head around and try to take a sneak look at our face to make sure if we are back to normal or still angry. then she keeps giving that slight hidden smile and does not look into our eyes till she is sure we are not angry anymore.&amp;nbsp;Once in between she even tries to give us a wide smile with her eyes half shut...If all this does not work she starts showing sad faces...If this also does not help she starts crying with full volume.&amp;nbsp;Usually its hard to remain angry for this long and we end up laughing looking at her acts. She is one drama queen - I must admin. We are surely going to witness more in coming years.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Her first bday party in India was a great attraction ...She really enjoyed it and so did we. i have been wanting to upload the pics but.. :(&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Will do so soon. We also went to vaishno devi to get her mundan done. She was all bald on her bday which i didn&amp;#39;t like much but considering her cuteness - no hair didn&amp;#39;t matter much..hehehhe...babies babies babies.. :) &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Love you my sweetheart!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8550393002890719900?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8550393002890719900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8550393002890719900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8550393002890719900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8550393002890719900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8779592425461046815</id><published>2008-10-06T14:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:17:52.937+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music Lover in making</title><content type='html'>My little princess is surely a music lover...as soon as she hears music she starts dancing in her own cute way whichever position she is in- sitting, lying, eating, stading, in car, in lap...just whereever she is. Yes i mean it - she starts moving her hands if possible , if thats not possible..she starts tapping with her foot..or just moving it up and down (if in lying position), she even taps with her finger..like following the notes. If she is sitting, she starts moving back and forth. We discovered her love for music long back (&lt;em&gt;ok long back means months ago when she was around 2 months&lt;/em&gt;) It was night time and she was crying. We had got a new clock and radio..so we just put in on to try and the music started. She stopped cring and went quiet...smiling till the music was going on. From that time on, i saw her happy whenever music was playing around her. So i decided to take her for some music class. I came across this course called "muziek op schoot" (music on lap)for babies from 3 months onwards. How could i have ignored that. I registered immediately and now I have been taking Prisha for that class for few weeks now. Well its not a class like we would see for adults. Everytime i have told someone about the music class for babies i get a surprised look back. Music class for baby??? What can that be? How can such a young baby sing or play any instrument or understand details of that? Well, well...as the name suggests - it is music on lap. So what they do there  - the lady or the teacher sings rhymes, songs for babies, plays instruments like flute, piano, bells, chimes etc. All the rhymes have some teaching in them - like teaching hello/bye, hiding/showing hands, music balls, blocks(building/breaking), air/wind, whisper, roll over etc etc. It's great fun. There are 10 kids around same age - 9-12 months. All mommies (&lt;em&gt;and some dads - when they come&lt;/em&gt;) love it even more than their babies :D We dance with our babies, sing to them and with them, we also try to sing in their gibbrish --ddaaaadaaa, baabaaa. Believe me they love to hear mommies talk in their language - "&lt;em&gt;ahhh what a relief- finally my mommy understands me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great experience. I would recommend such an activity to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8779592425461046815?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8779592425461046815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8779592425461046815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8779592425461046815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8779592425461046815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-lover-in-making.html' title='Music Lover in making'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-6317165816546621058</id><published>2008-09-28T22:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:17:05.482+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Jumping around :) ...</title><content type='html'>...not Prisha but me ... :) Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she said mumma few times today. Yes, for the first time. I was sooo happy to hear that sweet voice. My joy knows no bounds today. (Touchwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got to know it's daughter's day today - that added to the charm. What a gift my little daughter gave me today - I can treasure this gift for my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-6317165816546621058?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6317165816546621058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=6317165816546621058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/6317165816546621058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/6317165816546621058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/09/jumping-around.html' title='Jumping around :) ...'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8905926795299392767</id><published>2008-09-22T11:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:57:22.386+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Talking - Papa Papa Only Papa</title><content type='html'>Its funny and little *&lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;* for me ... No matter what we teach her to say she would only say Papa. We tell her to say Mumma and she would say Papa, we tell her to say Hello and she would say Papa, We tell her to say matte(Namaste) and she would say Papa, We tell her to say Om and she would say Papa. It's like stuck... she is madly in love with this &lt;em&gt;word &lt;/em&gt;"Papa" and I smile wide when she says it ... and feel jealous from inside &lt;em&gt;(need I say that?)&lt;/em&gt; And i feel like strangling anyone who says..."&lt;em&gt;oh is it? Does she say Papa all the time? Thats strange - usually kids say Mumma as their first word. You might not be giving her enough attention"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ya Ya you are being a big supporter ... adding to my already highly concerned heart and mind. Anyway...I am happy with one fact...Few times while crying she has said Mumma. And i am rejoicing in that only - No no..not rejoicing in her cying but that she says Mumma :) And hoping she would call me also - some day when she is not crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8905926795299392767?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8905926795299392767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8905926795299392767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8905926795299392767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8905926795299392767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-papa-papa-only-papa.html' title='Talking - Papa Papa Only Papa'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7255468624250901639</id><published>2008-09-15T17:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:27:09.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><title type='text'>Another attack</title><content type='html'>Prisha has been having fever since last Wednesday. On thursday her cheche people called us in the afternoon to tell us she is down with high fever and that they are unable to console her. We both rushed to pick her up - yet it took us around 1.5 hrs to reach her creche. (&lt;em&gt;Yes it is far from where we both work)&lt;/em&gt; When i went inside, she was crying ..and looked like she had been crying for quite sometime - it broke my heart to see her like that. I held her tight and felt that she was really really hot and must be having very high fever. We had already called up at the doctor's and made an appointment. When we reached home - she had 40 degrees celsius. Then started rounds to doctors clicnic, little tension in air, helpness about what to do, measuring temperature every few hours. She was quite restless all this while- crying and moaning. It took 2 days for fever to come down to around 38 and it stayed there till saturday evening. Again it shoot up to 40. Amazingly enough the doctor on duty said he did not get any alarm signals from whatever we told him. It becomes a thing to worry only if temp goes above 41.7. We were shocked. But again - helpless. Thankfully her temp came down by sunday. Its been 3 days and am still at home with her. Her temp is stuck at 37.8. She is still not herself and is more than cranky and upset than normal. Cries more than normal and wants to be in lap all the time. Now this sure is killing me physically esp with the severe backpain i am having since my last surgery. But i cant help it. I wish i could do someting to soothe her. Hopefully she would be fine in a couple of days. And so will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7255468624250901639?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7255468624250901639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7255468624250901639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7255468624250901639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7255468624250901639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-attack.html' title='Another attack'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-319399532583367764</id><published>2008-08-18T14:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:38:03.115+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 months'/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>It's been long time since i wrote anything here. She is already 9.5 months now. She sits, plays, holds and snatches things :) She likes to stand. As soon as we give her our hands, she holds them and stands up. She stands on a couch with its back as support. Looks like she is eager to walk. But i guess it would take sometime.  She hasn't been crawling so far.  She just started crawling a bit but she goes  backwards. Needs to practice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can clearly make out how she responds to what we do and say now. She tries little bit to immitate :) Its wonderful to see all this. Blabbering in her gibbrish is her favorite activity...she keeps talking in her loudest possible voice.The other day she scared 2 small boys who are few months older then her. They were trying to play with her and hold her - guess they were also trying to take her toys. She screamed so loudly that both the little boys hid themselves in their dad's lap..holding him tight. It was quite funny. Everyone had a great laugh seeing how she is goign to handle guys when she grows up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also started teething now. I can see two very tiny teeth sprouting under her gums. Guess thats making her bit more cranky now.Usually she is a quite child - as in not bothering us much - always busy playing herself. Only askes for us when she is hungry or bored of what she is doing. A new toy or a new location usually is enough in such situations. Food is also not an issue anymore (touchwood) She east whatever i give her. Sits nicely in her high chair while i feed her keeping her plate in front of her. She hardly cries even if she is hungry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(anti-jinx spray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She is an easy child with slight extremes sometimes. She surely is the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could spend some more time with her. I am sure she would have picked up lot more if i was there with her for longer time. Well she does seem to be late in doing everything but she does do it - so thats fine. I am not too eager for her to start running around. As they say - she will be up and running before I know.   :) I am calmly waiting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-319399532583367764?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/319399532583367764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=319399532583367764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/319399532583367764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/319399532583367764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/08/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1755103176846900854</id><published>2008-07-16T12:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:15:45.045+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b&apos;day'/><title type='text'>Another milestone</title><content type='html'>My sweetie turned 8 months yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i think of how old she is i get different feeling - sometimes i feel - oh it's going soooo quick and other times i feel - oh it's such a long time and she is just "x" months old. I wonder how our thoughts rule our life. We rejoice in the same feelings once and dread the same the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was plainly happy yesterday about her turning 8 months. Another milestone ... She looks quite active and smart to us but i guess sometimes i feel she is slower than other babies her age. Again - blame mixed thoughts - i say to myself, so what - whats wrong in her being a month late in sitting or anything like that..afterall there are no set rules for all this. Why are we in so much hurry for her to do everything. Let her take her own time , understand everything and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just enjoy that she is 2/3rd year old now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1755103176846900854?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1755103176846900854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1755103176846900854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1755103176846900854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1755103176846900854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-milestone.html' title='Another milestone'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-4975877315264314040</id><published>2008-06-04T15:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:20:20.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b&apos;day'/><title type='text'>Cake :)</title><content type='html'>This is the cake I had mentioned in post about her &lt;a href="http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/05/milestone.html"&gt;half year bday &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/SEaXspj2bdI/AAAAAAAADWg/vn9SDx4BpdU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/SEaXspj2bdI/AAAAAAAADWg/vn9SDx4BpdU/s320/cake.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208016812426816978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-4975877315264314040?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4975877315264314040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=4975877315264314040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4975877315264314040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4975877315264314040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/06/cake.html' title='Cake :)'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Z2n2zcGoz0/SEaXspj2bdI/AAAAAAAADWg/vn9SDx4BpdU/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1257470958158508471</id><published>2008-06-04T14:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:47:03.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am quite confused with what all to give to my little princess for eating. So far besides her formula milk, i give her fruit - mashed in a mixer, one cerelac types rice fooding and vegetables- boiled and mashed, dal(lentils). Out if these she just does not like veggies and dal much. She starts making faces as soon as i put one spoon of veggies&amp;nbsp;in her mouth - shows as if she is about to throw up, cries non-stop. But the moment i give her some sweet fruit she is happy as ever. I am getting bit concerned about how to introduce salt to her and make her have atleast little bit of it. I feel may be she would not have salt at&amp;nbsp;all if she wont take it now. I know all babies usually prefer sweet stuff. But there must be some ways to make them have salty things too.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;How do people do that?? What are other things I can give her now that she is almost 7 months old? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I also tried giving her&amp;nbsp;baby biscuits and a piece of roti and bread. So far she doesnot hate them - keeps holding them and putting them in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1257470958158508471?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1257470958158508471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1257470958158508471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1257470958158508471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1257470958158508471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/06/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7828634280888577798</id><published>2008-06-03T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:02:14.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>This morning hubby took Prisha in his lap while he was doing his normal morning prayers. It was a nice sight. He lit an agarbatti and let Prisha hold it wih her tiny hand while he was holding her hand and doing the prayers. He chanted the aarti(prayer). And bent his and her head on the table where we have small temple of our house. She was all delighted at this action. She was lovingly admiring the twinkling lights there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It gave me immense pleasure to see both of them sharing that sacred moment of offering prayers. Though it is not the first time they have done this together but somehow i have never been around while they did this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7828634280888577798?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7828634280888577798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7828634280888577798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7828634280888577798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7828634280888577798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7614523287368229409</id><published>2008-05-16T16:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:30:17.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My little princess turned 6 months yesterday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, she is already half an year old - can u believe it? I cannot. How time flies...it&amp;#39;s amazing. So many sweet memories in just 6 months (ofcourse not to forget those sleepless nights and painful, helpless moments) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To celebrate her half an yr birthday, DH got two beautiful cakes - they were soooo tempting and believe me they tastier yummier than they looked. One of the cakes was Princess Cake - what an apt name for our little princess&amp;#39; bday cake :) And the another one was Almond cake. Yumm...i can still taste them. Somehow our sweety wasn&amp;#39;t in too good a mood at the cake cutting ceremony. So was slightly irritated by the idea of us holding her hand to get the cake cut. But , we - the excited parents - made her do cut the cake and also smile for the pic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s such a nice age - wide smiles, laughter, lots of action, talking (though gibberish) - it&amp;#39;s all wonderful. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than her realising it&amp;#39;s her b&amp;#39;day, we both got the chance to celebrate it and have some nice lunch outside. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wishing her a long healthy life with many more occasions to celebrate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7614523287368229409?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7614523287368229409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7614523287368229409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7614523287368229409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7614523287368229409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/05/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-4958673428847604457</id><published>2008-05-09T14:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:55:53.991+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>A beautiful day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A day out to Keukenhof was&amp;nbsp; a real treat for our little princess.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last to last waekend, a friend of mine visited us with her husband. They came over from UK. So we decided for a day trip to &lt;a href="http://www.keukenhof.nl/nm/english.html" target="_blank"&gt;Keukenhof - World's biggest flower garden&lt;/a&gt;. I must say the visit was worth going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we planned this day out, i was bit hesitant thinking how would we manage with Prisha. It would be a long day for her and might become difficult. But i was so wrong. I think she enjoyed is more than anyone. As soon as we entered the garden, she wa smiling wide looking at those colorful flowers all around. It was a lovely sight - both her face and the garden. She was looking around turning her head this side and that side. She was happy beyond explanation. We loved that. Thankfully the weather was super excellent. It was a sunny day - not too warm not too cold - just perfect to move around in a garden, be under sun and yet not feel warm and the need to be in shade. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We kept moving around- looking at different flowers. There were hundreds of&amp;nbsp; varieties of tulips and hundreds of other flowers. Such vibrant colors and&amp;nbsp; frangrance refreshed us all. They had even planted bulbs in&amp;nbsp; the shape of biggggg dianasour. It was wonderful too see a dianasour made of flowers :)) We also saw some wonderful range of lillies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the end of it, Prisha didn&amp;#39;t look tired at all. She was excited and so were we. We had such a nice day that we didn&amp;#39;t want it to end; so we continued our nice day by going to the beach late in the evening and then having a wonderful dinner at an Indian restaurant where beautiful live music (gazals) was going on. The atmosphere added to the beauty of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful day and even more memorable because It was Prisha&amp;#39;s first outing ever. And also because I met my friend after 8 years. We had a fabulous day after such a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-4958673428847604457?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4958673428847604457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=4958673428847604457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4958673428847604457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4958673428847604457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-day-out.html' title='A beautiful day out'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-4813061318813272249</id><published>2008-04-21T10:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:27:46.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A month that never seemed to end</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is feels like ages since i wrote anything here. So today I forced myself into penning down few words atleast. I like writing and yet i could not motivate myself to take out time to write - weird..ahmm!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, so what has been keeping me so engaged all these days - who else- my little sweety-pie. She doesn&amp;#39;t like if mumma and papa are not paying full attention to her. When all her usual efforts go in vain she calls in some illness to come to her rescue and get us pay more attention. So more than a month ago she invited Diarrhea over for help - It helped. It stayed there for 10-12 days and as per her wishes we both were busy finding out how to make her feel better. We paid all that special attention to her to make her feel comfortable. Am sure she was loving it all :) Then she decided it was enough so she sent back Diarrhea. She was enjoying it all and we both also felt the need of a short holiday. We thought it would be a nice change for her to see something new and we would also get time to just relax, sleep, eat, relax and do nothing besides playing with her and taking care of her. But guess she didn&amp;#39;t hear the last bit of the plan. The same night (friday before easter)when we went to Dusseldorf, she invited the virus over for help. She perhaps thought we are not going to play and blabber with her while on our much deserved and awaited break. The whole friday night went into changing her clothes and diapers. She would just not keep any milk inside. She was throwing up whole of it as soon as the bottle was finished. She was so warm - we think she got high fever too. She was successful enough to make us cancel all plans and go back. And so did we. We came back home first thing staurday morning. And went straight to doctor. It seemed like this time diarrhea was invited with family - full extended family would be more appropriate. It hit her big time. She was pooping every 15 min-half an hr or so. We changed more than 30 diapers a day easily. I think after 2-3 day even she got tied of it. We had to give her some liquid every hour so she doen&amp;#39;t get dehydrated. Milk then burp time then diaper change and then ORS and then diaper change and then again milk and diaper change and on and on and on and on it went on for a week. We got worried enough to give repeated calls to GP. Her poop sample was sent for test. We could see she was also getting too tired of all this and wanted the guest to go away now. But the guest had come with the whole family to stay. The week passed by. By saturday her guests had finally decided to bid good bye. We were so delighted and relieved. There is no match to the level of joy we felt when we saw her diaper without poop sometime saturday morning. It felt as if we won a marathon. We both were exhausted beyond explanation. I pity and at the same time thank DH who took cahrge of the duty much more than me. I had to go to work from wednesday onwards and he was there on diaper change duty whole day . He would be lying passed out in his chair when i reached home in the evening. It was awful to see him like that. I could feel that sigh when he saw me there. And as obvious I would take charge from then on till next morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After saturday and sunday went in better state. We decided to go for a long due visit to a friend&amp;#39;s house which she had bought sometime back. So we went sunday afternoon around 4. It was just half an hr that we had reached there. Her attention catching act kicked in. (atleast we thought so) She started crying for no reason - atleast no reason that we could think of. She just had had her food, her diaper was clean, she had no cramps, it wasn&amp;#39;t too warm there, she was in easy clothes, noone was picking and hugging her against her liking. So what else could it be. We thought may be she is slightly hungry. So we gave her little more. Changed her diaper again. But - NO!! Some other uninvited guest had paid a visit this time. And caught her unawares. She kept crying so we decided to go back home. At home also nothing could console her - none of her favorite toys, no music, no walking (in papa&amp;#39;s arms-actually papa doing the walking), It was awful to see how she gave us those pleading looks - she almost felt like saying - &amp;quot;please help me, do something&amp;quot;. We were almost in tears to see her like that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We called at the hospital, took her to doc...she was sent in emergency....after series of checks, doc suggested a million blood tests.. it was so awful to see her in pain while they were taking blood from her tiny finger. She was crying with all her energy now...she looked damn exhausted...(&lt;i&gt;obviously, coz she had already cried for around 4 hrs now&lt;/i&gt; ) We were sent home. Then night went by tense...we gave her paracetamol when she was again in same restless mode for sometime. That gave her some relief (to us too) and she slept a while. Next day again, the same...though slightly better than day before. It took 4-5 days before she started feeling better. Meanwhile we had already visited doctor 3 times. Though she was slighly relaxed now, diarrhea had come back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She got all the well deserved attention and love and hugs :) After about one more week of trouble, she seemed to be fine and smiling as before. (touchwood)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So more than a month of tension, pain, uncomfort is gone now....we are at ease and so is she. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please pray for her good health!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-4813061318813272249?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4813061318813272249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=4813061318813272249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4813061318813272249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/4813061318813272249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-that-never-seemed-to-end.html' title='A month that never seemed to end'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1739928461119292146</id><published>2008-03-10T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:46:30.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so wanted :)</title><content type='html'>Being a monther is something that noone can explain in its true sense.&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the frustrating moments when your child is crying, driving u crazy and u don't know what to do. And if this happens middle of the night...ha ha...(no words of sympathy can work:) ) But inspite of all this and many many more, there is something special in this relation, something that makes you jump off from your bed the moment you hear a small sound of ur baby even if you have been dead tired after a very hectic day, something that makes you hold the baby in your arms and walk up and down, singing to your baby and trying to soothe her even if your arms are hurting as hell and you have no energy to move. One glare at her face and a Big smile in response takes away all the worries. Then the only thing you want to do is to hold her tight in your arms. This is the first time ever i have felt how it is to be wanted. I feel there is someone who needs me...&lt;br /&gt;When she is uncomfortable about something and nothing works, everyone's efforts have gone in vain, i am the one who is expected to do the magic :) And it usually works. I feel so much like I have won the marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fortunate enough to experience the true pleasure and cherish that for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1739928461119292146?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1739928461119292146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1739928461119292146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1739928461119292146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1739928461119292146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-so-wanted.html' title='I feel so wanted :)'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-8896907178035227218</id><published>2008-03-06T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:01:13.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A poem by someone unknown to me....my sister found it on internet....it&amp;#39;s soooo beautiful&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;--------------------------&lt;br&gt;Finally We'll Meet&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you, little baby&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re such a part of me.&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait to hold you in my arms,&lt;br&gt;And hug you tenderly.&lt;br&gt;No matter what you look like,&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re beautiful, my love,&lt;br&gt;A precious gift bequeathed to me,&lt;br&gt; From heaven far above.&lt;br&gt;Each time I feel you moving,&lt;br&gt;My heart is filled with joy,&lt;br&gt;To think that very soon I&amp;#39;ll hold&lt;br&gt;My little girl or boy,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m counting every moment,&lt;br&gt;Til you&amp;#39;re mine at last, my sweet&lt;br&gt; It won&amp;#39;t be long until your birth,&lt;br&gt;Then finally we&amp;#39;ll meet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-8896907178035227218?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8896907178035227218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=8896907178035227218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8896907178035227218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/8896907178035227218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-2188906420750632288</id><published>2008-03-04T11:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:08:00.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quirky me tag</title><content type='html'>I am doing the tag in my &lt;a href="http://selfpondering.blogspot.com"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. This blog is meant only for my little princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-2188906420750632288?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://selfpondering.blogspot.com' title='The Quirky me tag'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2188906420750632288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=2188906420750632288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2188906420750632288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2188906420750632288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/quirky-me-tag.html' title='The Quirky me tag'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-44620801526811114</id><published>2008-03-03T11:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:22:37.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;started working today so guess&amp;nbsp;I would be able to write more now.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Realisation of the month is that being a mom is sure a tough deal...m still struggling to learn...my respect and love for my mom has grown many-folds :)) (not that it was any less before )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We left our little princess at day care today....i had to rush so much in the morning...ahh..guess every morning wud be a fight against time now..haha...lets see.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wonder how she much be feeling there. Looking at similar tiny creatures around...each one trying to be louder than the rest. Wish she could tell me how it all went and what she felt there, How her Nanny behaved? What did the other kids do? ahh....i would have to keep guessing that by studying her behavious in the evening. I would miss that wide smile on her face which she gives when HD goes to pick her up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-44620801526811114?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/44620801526811114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=44620801526811114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/44620801526811114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/44620801526811114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-2212644920112826538</id><published>2008-02-23T23:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:17:29.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daycare'/><title type='text'>Day Care</title><content type='html'>Prisha would be going to her day care, &lt;a href="http://www.knotz.nl/" target="blank"&gt;Knotz&lt;/a&gt;, from March 3 onwards. She would be going for 4 days a week- Mon, Wed, Thur, Fri. Tuesday I would be working from home and looking after her too.&lt;br /&gt;So to get her used to the environment there, we took her there day before yesterday. First one hour was intake session and then I had to leave her there for an hour. When i left her she was sleeping, so i told the nanny there about her next feeding time and left my lil one with other tiny ones and her nannys'.&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around trying to pass one hr and looking at my watch a million times. When i reached back, she was happily sitting in a bouncer and playing with toys hanging there. Bust as soon as she saw me, there came a loud cry (&lt;em&gt;i laughed at it and also felt sad at the same time&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I took her and sat there for a while. There was one cute lil boy who kept smiling wide looking at both of us. He even hugged me and kissed Prisha. He would not go away till I was there. He was soooooo sweet. I gguess Prisha and he would make gud friends :)&lt;br /&gt;WEll...both the nannys' were nice and friendly. I left satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last visit there i was not satisfied. I somehow didnt feel comfortable. But this time all that vanished. I loved it when i saw all the kids so happy and each one hugging their nanny as soon as she entered the room. All of them had a bright wide smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I hope and wish Prisha would get adjusted quickly and grow happily with other sweet kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-2212644920112826538?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2212644920112826538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=2212644920112826538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2212644920112826538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2212644920112826538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-care.html' title='Day Care'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-7326373544397476840</id><published>2008-02-11T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:18:16.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Blocked Nose</title><content type='html'>My princess has got cold...her nose is blocked. She could sleep fine enough last night..though she woke up every 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I am ging her nose spray every few hours to keep he nise open enough for her to breath properly. I also went and bought baby vicks for her. (&lt;em&gt;Till now , i didn't know something like this even exists,..i used to apply normal vicks mixed with baby oil&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sunny today. So I took her for a walk this afternoon. She liked it soo much...She kept smiling wide. I was soooo happy to see her. AS soon as we reached in some shade, she started making faces as if she didnt like it. She wanted to see bright light and feel warm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing how her little smiles makes us so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows there is happiness in so many such tiny things around us...we just need to take notice and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-7326373544397476840?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7326373544397476840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=7326373544397476840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7326373544397476840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/7326373544397476840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/blocked-nose.html' title='Blocked Nose'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-3073021665253398327</id><published>2008-02-10T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:58:20.741+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><title type='text'>उह्ह्ह....cough and cold</title><content type='html'>She scared me like anything yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening we went to visti my friend and came back little before 10. We put her to sleep at 10 every night. Prisha had fallen asleep in the car only so i asked HD to take her straight to bedroom and put her in her bed. He did the same...she woke up in the process. HD came down and i was also downstairs taking off my shoes n coat and suddenly i hear her coughing...HD said she sounds like choking ........ I ran up the stairs and rushed into the room....she was coughing and slightly choking...her face had turned red, eyes were on one side...face looked swollen....I was sooooooooo damn scared to see her like that...i immediately took her in my arms and made her feel better by rubbing her back and giving her hugs...&lt;br /&gt;uhh it was a tough moment...&lt;br /&gt;She was fine afterwards though still coughing ...&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo scared that thoughout the night whenever i heard her coughing or making some sounds i would jump off my bed to see if she's doing fine and not choking....by 3 in the morning i was sooo tired myself of doing that that i could not get up from bed myself (I am as such sick with cough and cold for last 3-4 days) My whole body and head was aching badly, sore throat, running nose....i was already dreading that she might catch the infection from me and looks like she has already taken it.&lt;br /&gt;Its soo sad to see her coughing and be in that uncomfortable situation. I hope she gets better soon and is able to sleep well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-3073021665253398327?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3073021665253398327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=3073021665253398327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3073021665253398327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/3073021665253398327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/cough-and-cold.html' title='उह्ह्ह....cough and cold'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-2956817251449123620</id><published>2008-02-08T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:43:06.085+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Twelve weeks...</title><content type='html'>Prisha turned 12 weeks yesterday...I couldn't believe it...Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing and unbelievable to see how she is growing and what all new things she does everyday.  I was looking at her photos from first few days when we were in hospital, she was wearing a pink dress which was soooo big sized for her. I  had to fold the arms of the dress to make it half the size...her feet were kind of lost in the dress. And yesterday I put on the same dress on her. And it fitted perfectly well. The arms were of perfect length, everything looked perfectly her size now. And then i realised how tiny she was when she was born. Sometimes i find it hilarious too...a tiny creature pops out and you fall in love with it like never before. YOu start caring as if that person is the only one in your life. All your actions revolve around that tiny being.&lt;br /&gt;I read and hear that you gotto set the schedule for this new life. That you must do things the same time everyday so that the child learns what means what.  But what i realise now is that we actually have to set our schedule according to this new being. I see myself running around the house and trying to finish the house-hold chores as soon as she is off to sleep. I start multiple tasks together...on one side i prepare my breakfast-cum-lunch, on the other side i start preparing something for the dinner. WHile they are being cooked, i clean up the living room etc. Then i clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes. I feel so proud of myself for wrapping it all up before she wakes up...hehehe...ain't i quick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-2956817251449123620?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2956817251449123620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=2956817251449123620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2956817251449123620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/2956817251449123620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2008/02/twelve-weeks.html' title='Twelve weeks...'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1078705552303267405</id><published>2007-12-05T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:53:54.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A wee bit of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Drifted down from above&lt;br /&gt;A handful of happiness&lt;br /&gt;A heartful of love&lt;br /&gt;A mystery of life&lt;br /&gt;So sacred and so sweet&lt;br /&gt;The giver of joy&lt;br /&gt;So deep and complete.&lt;br /&gt;Precious and priceless&lt;br /&gt;So lovable too&lt;br /&gt;The worls'd sweetest miracle&lt;br /&gt;Prisha, it's you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1078705552303267405?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1078705552303267405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1078705552303267405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1078705552303267405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1078705552303267405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2007/12/wee-bit-of-heaven-drifted-down-from.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831301684776043729.post-1389389493355813865</id><published>2007-12-05T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:24:00.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel is born!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;November 15, 2007 at 14:59 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of...&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of our life,&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure beyond words,&lt;br /&gt;joy for lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;comfort deep within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Prisha - beloved and loving gift from God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831301684776043729-1389389493355813865?l=prishaamiracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1389389493355813865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831301684776043729&amp;postID=1389389493355813865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1389389493355813865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831301684776043729/posts/default/1389389493355813865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prishaamiracle.blogspot.com/2007/12/angel-is-born.html' title='An Angel is born!!'/><author><name>Life Begins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
