How many green bottles fell “accidently”????

Since birth, every night, my folks have been breaking green bottles in an attempt to get me to sleep like a baby. Some nights, ten, and on some nights, more than 50 bottles would not be enough, to get me to sleep.
I don’t really remember when, but at some stage, early on, Ten Green Bottles became my favourite sleep time lullaby. Encouraged by this initial success, my mom developed it into a habit and it reached a point where the very sound of falling bottles would have me dozing off to niniland.
Time flies, and now, having broken all the green bottles, there are no more bottles left to breakL. I am a big baby now and so sleep time music includes nursery rhymes, blues, hindi classical and the latest addition, Putumayo.
The new sounds, rhythms and beats are fascinating, but on some nights, before nodding off to sleep, I miss the green bottles hanging on the wall and falling accidently one by one!!!!

Travails of travel...

The word travel originates from the French word travail, which, apart from being an uninteresting piece of info, is ironic, since travelling with me at this age can be a lot of hard work. (you should see the amount of luggage I need to carry)
I thought it was about time to pen my thoughts on travel. My first instance of travel involved being driven down from the hospital to my home, in a car, at a time when I was 2 days old. Nothing exciting about it, but just a technicality, in terms of first travel...
The first real holiday was; guess what – Thailand, The Land of Smiles!!!!! I know some people may find the prospect of going to Thailand as a baby, a little unusual. But it was really amazing. Lazing on the beach in the afternoons, lying in the pram under the sun, the breeze tossing my hair, sipping milk from my bottle, watching the waves crashing on rocks!!! Simply amazing... A picture says a thousand words, and so here it is

And in January, we celebrated Chinese New Year at Malaca, a sleepy town in Malaysia. The 6 hour road trip was long and arduous, but fun, thanks to the incessant attention from Lee Uncle and Anisha Aunty. I spent most of my time in the trip on Lee Uncle’s shoulder, being carried around till he his back ached. A quick massage fixed his back and he was ready to carry me some more distance!!!

And what about Sydney Mate!!!! Sunbathing on Bondi Beach –Not really - with temperatures below 20 ° C, it was winter time down under. Clear blue sky and a nip in the air. Great way to experience my first winter... I also met my buddy – my giraffuu there. Cute!

Idlis at Little India...

My paediatrician is a South Indian Singaporean. During the last few visits he has been suggesting that I get introduced to normal adult food and as an e.g., for obvious reasons, he would always mention Idlis. Now, since we don’t make idlis at home, the meals are mostly cereal, rice, dal, fruits, vegetables, etc etc. However today, it was breakfast at (no, not tiffany’s) Anand Bhavan in Little India. Nice crowded little vegetarian joint in the middle of Little India and serves all the desi fare. I had some Upma, Dosa and of course Idlis... I really loved the idlis. Thank you Doctor. After the breakfast, watching the hustle bustle near Mustafa was quite fun!!!