Staring.
Somewhere in Jul or Aug 2008, when we decided to travel to UK, you - Cuckoo were just 10 months old. This was going to be your a very many FIRSTS.
First International trip.
First Air trip.
First trip to an European country.
First trip to a cold cold weather.
Coming back to our Air trip. I was excited, when things did work out well. For instance, Amma too got her visa. As per our plan, we ALL could travel together, you, me, Amma and Daddy. I was worried, you would find the travel difficult. But as always is the case, you proved me wrong. You slept well for the first leg of the journey, without a fuss. Even while take off, when I thought your ears would hurt(as is always the case with me, my ears hurt), and you would cry.
You happily sucked at your dudu bottle and smiled and gurgled.
All through the flight, there was just once that you probably didn't like it. This is when you had to sit on my lap and when we had to put the belt across your round tummy. You complained and screamed for few mins but only till the time you didn't see your dudu bottle. The minute you saw it, you were happy and post that once the flight took off and you were free, you slept off in the bassinet. You had grown so much. Your legs were hanging off the bassinet. But, you happily slept. Just like me, you hardly ate much. Not that there was much to offer. Just like me, as is always the case, we both slept and slept. You were full and you had a nice sleep.
So, in the last leg of our journey, you were wide awake. Grabbing attention. You were an adorable baby. Easy to handle, sweetest smile, absolutely stunning and for some strange reason besides your extremely adorable look, people would assume that you were a boy. Strange!!
People walking up and down the aisle, the air hostess, some elderly people, some young kids said hello to you and smiled and talked for a brief moment. You were seated on my lap, and we had the first seat, right at the front-end. I was holding you tight and had dozed off. Because we were on the aisle seat, you were moving your hand back and forth, blocking people who were walking. Or pulling their clothes, or anything that you could grab. This made them stop and say hello to you or shake your hand. After sometime, you started this game of peek-a-boo.
Across the other end, there was a tall, fair, fat gentleman who was waiting his turn to go to the loo. You stared and stared and stared and almost fell off my arms. You stared till he didn't smile at you.
Once he smiled, you didn't stop, you started playing peek-a-boo with him. He entertained for a couple of mins and after that he disappeared in the loo. But you still kept falling off my arms, to see if he was still there. Sadly, he wasn't.
But after about 10 mins, whilst I was still dozing off, I heard you gurgling and someone talking to you softly.
I opened my eyes, and saw the same gentlemen, Kneeling near our seat and making small talks with you.
I think he said "you cute lil thing, you just wouldn't stop smiling and playing, would you? I had to come and say hello to you"
He went away after sometime. Soon, it was time for us to get off, whilst Daddy and me were busy grabbing our bags, the air hostess offered to hold you for sometime.
She took you in her arms, put her maroon colored hat on your head(I think, it was emirates airlines). And you looked so cute. Amma was saying, take your picture. But, stupid me. Whilst we were busy taking all our bags, you happily were in the air hostess arms and waving bye to the other passengers. Everyone kept saying...you looked so cute.
You, certainly did!!
Somewhere in Jul or Aug 2008, when we decided to travel to UK, you - Cuckoo were just 10 months old. This was going to be your a very many FIRSTS.
First International trip.
First Air trip.
First trip to an European country.
First trip to a cold cold weather.
Coming back to our Air trip. I was excited, when things did work out well. For instance, Amma too got her visa. As per our plan, we ALL could travel together, you, me, Amma and Daddy. I was worried, you would find the travel difficult. But as always is the case, you proved me wrong. You slept well for the first leg of the journey, without a fuss. Even while take off, when I thought your ears would hurt(as is always the case with me, my ears hurt), and you would cry.
You happily sucked at your dudu bottle and smiled and gurgled.
All through the flight, there was just once that you probably didn't like it. This is when you had to sit on my lap and when we had to put the belt across your round tummy. You complained and screamed for few mins but only till the time you didn't see your dudu bottle. The minute you saw it, you were happy and post that once the flight took off and you were free, you slept off in the bassinet. You had grown so much. Your legs were hanging off the bassinet. But, you happily slept. Just like me, you hardly ate much. Not that there was much to offer. Just like me, as is always the case, we both slept and slept. You were full and you had a nice sleep.
So, in the last leg of our journey, you were wide awake. Grabbing attention. You were an adorable baby. Easy to handle, sweetest smile, absolutely stunning and for some strange reason besides your extremely adorable look, people would assume that you were a boy. Strange!!
People walking up and down the aisle, the air hostess, some elderly people, some young kids said hello to you and smiled and talked for a brief moment. You were seated on my lap, and we had the first seat, right at the front-end. I was holding you tight and had dozed off. Because we were on the aisle seat, you were moving your hand back and forth, blocking people who were walking. Or pulling their clothes, or anything that you could grab. This made them stop and say hello to you or shake your hand. After sometime, you started this game of peek-a-boo.
Across the other end, there was a tall, fair, fat gentleman who was waiting his turn to go to the loo. You stared and stared and stared and almost fell off my arms. You stared till he didn't smile at you.
Once he smiled, you didn't stop, you started playing peek-a-boo with him. He entertained for a couple of mins and after that he disappeared in the loo. But you still kept falling off my arms, to see if he was still there. Sadly, he wasn't.
But after about 10 mins, whilst I was still dozing off, I heard you gurgling and someone talking to you softly.
I opened my eyes, and saw the same gentlemen, Kneeling near our seat and making small talks with you.
I think he said "you cute lil thing, you just wouldn't stop smiling and playing, would you? I had to come and say hello to you"
He went away after sometime. Soon, it was time for us to get off, whilst Daddy and me were busy grabbing our bags, the air hostess offered to hold you for sometime.
She took you in her arms, put her maroon colored hat on your head(I think, it was emirates airlines). And you looked so cute. Amma was saying, take your picture. But, stupid me. Whilst we were busy taking all our bags, you happily were in the air hostess arms and waving bye to the other passengers. Everyone kept saying...you looked so cute.
You, certainly did!!
