Hmm.. What is happening?

I am really so worried about Nikki these days. I do not know if it is my ability to find something to worry about if there is nothing to worry, but I have kind of become a chronic worrier. Whether he will grow (he is small for his age, not even 20 pounds), whether he will grow teeth(he has only 2), whether he will walk(he walked in India for couple of days, completely went back to crawling when we came here, has started walking again but just sporadically when he feels like it). And he is getting obstinate day by day, especially with matters related to eating.

He talks, his vocaublary is unbelieavable. He tries to repeat whatever we say. He succeeds sometimes but makes reasonable attempts everytime. Sample : DH calls him "Bayanthaankolli butchu" (meaning timid butchu, butchu is one of his nick names), he will say "Bayandhee buu". He does not like to wear socks, shoes, jacket, hat, etc. When I force him into shoes, he would say "shee kaltu" (remove shoes). The same goes for anything that he wants to be removed : ox (socks), cheen(chain), beit(car seat belt, high chair belt). "Chaapa"(for eating), baahunda(telegu for are you doing good), takkaayee(tomato), thanni(water), ethu(lift me in telegu), indha(take it), kanom(if he is not able to find something), diipaa (diaper). The one I love is "baati" or "baatil" meaning he wants bottle. He asks for bottle when he gets up from bed. If he is not that hungry then it will be "daddy" (sometimes called "diddy"). He has become his father's son these days (he already was one, but it is growing in exponential proportions). There was an intense "anti-amma" phase in the past week and it is becoming better.

The one that I miss most in the past month is him losing his baby face. He now has the boyish look, facial hair(along side his temples) and thick eyebrows. He is a clone of his father, more so everyday. I sometimes would think, when Nikki grows up, will DH and Nikki look like the father/son pair in the Tamil movies where the hero(sarath kumar/vijay kanth) plays dual role. I crack up laughing at the thought of it.

And he finally has got adjusted to day care. He still cries, but stops the moment I leave the room. He has a girl friend Kayla whom he chases around all day. He doesn't starve there. He has yogurt and munches some rice puffs for lunch.

And I am not going to talk about his eating habits now. It warrants a separate post by itself and I will need all/any wisdom that you guys have to help me find a way through this. I dread his mealtimes more than him. It drains me both physically and mentally. I don't know what went wrong. See I am starting to ramble. Got some errands to do. Will come back and do a post on it.