Since Rohan's Birth, his Daddy has had an event-filled month. Not only did he sell his company in a private transaction for a successful entrepreneurial 'exit' (to use venture capital language), but he also became an American Citizen (complete with US Passport and invalidated Indian Passport), convinced his father to come visit us (instead of us trapsing 'round the world to visit him in India - which would've been OK but 50+ hours in transit in 3-4 coach class seats, with a toddler, infant, and grandmother in a wheelchair wouldn't have been easy), and comforted an employee/friend whose wife fell gravely ill recently (thankfully she's doing much better, though she's still in the hospital).
Today, we welcome Barack Hussein Obama as the 44th President of the United States. As I mentioned in a post on 2008's Election Day, I'm proud, happy, and more than a bit relieved that Deven and Rohan - themselves of biracial/bicultural heritage - will never know their country as a place where there isn't a leader at least a little bit "like them."
DEVELOPMENT
Rohan's eyelashes are growing. He's started smiling. He weighs almost 12 lbs (maybe that much by now - he was 11 lbs 12 oz at our last Midwife visit, last Thursday). He still is quite a newborn - he doesn't like to sleep anywhere except on someone; he fusses in the evenings regularly and for seemingly no reason (something we hope & expect to decline as he ages). He's given us many sleep-filled nights (pray that writing that doesn't mean he'll stop doing that). He doesn't like having a full dialer (but who would?). He uses his voice a lot - and (as long as he's being held - or bounced) is generally a sweet, vocal little baby.
Deven's language has exploded of late - milk is no longer "meeut" - it's "meelkh" (close enough) or "doodh" (which is milk in Hindi). His nanny has been speaking to him in Hindi, so he has a lot of words he says in both languages - if he wants water, he says "water pani" ("pani" being water in Hindi); if he describes a hat, he says "Topa Hat" ("topa" again being hat in Hindi). He has many 'toddler moments' - at least 5/day, when he wants something and can't have it, and simply starts screeching. He loves the playground ("slide-swings"), and now slides facing forward instead of turning around backwards. He hangs on the monkey bars, he climbs the rope ladders, kicks and throws his soccer ball, and generally loves running around the playgrounds we take him to.
When Deven has a tantrum at the same time as Rohan is fussing, the din is quite overwhelming. I wish I had a way to measure decibels - I think it would rival a rock concert or jet airplane taking off.
POSTSCRIPT TO "NOT GUILTY!"
Yep, I don't feel guilty any more about leaving my kids to go do a job that I enjoy. That doesn't mean, however, that I don't miss my kids when I'm away. I went to a full day of work and business meetings last week, and while it was successful (and I even took time to pump while in the office, which wasn't so bad), I couldn't wait to get home.
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