Busy weekend..

When I was inside Mummy, I would often hear them talk of the hectic weekend and wonder why a holiday should be more hectic. This weekend I got a bit of a taste of it. Had so many people coming over to see me (as against meet me), as if I am a display in the museum, that I was totally exhausted.

Saturday was relatively ok. All day I was able to do my thing and rest and relax. Towards evening, a couple of Papa's IIMA friends came over. The first was a bald, fat uncle with big specs. The aunty was pretty neat. Best part was that they also had a small baby, albeit not as small as me. This dude was quite agitated when his Mom took me in her lap. So much so that he started pulling me off ;)

Had to tell him - "Chill dude.. she remains your Mommy. I have my own. No need to worry!!"

Even that was not enough to cool him down. So, in the interest of World Peace, I decided to go back to my Momma's lap and end the turf war immediately.

The other uncle and aunty were pretty cool people too. They chatted with Mummy and Papa, said all the right things about me (so cute and so on :) and then left.

The other notable thing that happened that night was that my Dada arrived. But more about him in a separate note.

Sunday was such a tough day. Had visitors pouring all day long and in all shapes and sizes. Here's more about them -

Some were short and thin,
Some were FAT and round.
Some were quiet and sweet,
Others made lots of sound.
Some were relatives,
While others were a friend.
Some came just to see me,
Others to make amends.
Some came at decent timings,
Others came right on end.
And I didn't like some AT ALL,
Cos they didn't bring me anything.

Well, hope this gives you a good idea. I know this is pretty bad poetry, but please blame Papa for it. He doesnt seem to have any sense of rhyme. I am sure I will do a much better job when I grow up.

Enough for now. Time for susu and potty.

The next edition will be about my Dada, so do watch this space...