Dad scoots away and returns after a month

Hi,

Last week my Dad came to see me after a prolonged duration of a month or so. I did not feel much like talking to him (I sulked --look at the photo) but I finally gave in and played with him for some time on the last day. He came on a friday night and left on Sunday afternoon --which does'nt come anywhere close to the kind of attention I need. But he got me some nice frocks and I forgave his gross dereliction of duty. Well, Bribery starts from the Cradle I suppose. I liked one in particular the yellow one from Shanti's. In the honour of my Dad's visit, I have composed a poem that I am sure you will all like. It is titled "My Day" and goes like this...
My Day
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Feed and Sleep,
Sleep and Wail.
Rock and Peep,
And a Bunny's Tail.

Kick and Prod,
Prod and Twist.
Sheets all trod,
With a clenched Fist.

Diapers and Nappies,
Nappies and Ones-CS
Makes everyone go Puhhleeeeeze,
Wonder why I am not given out on Lease.

Mom and Dad,
I love them Bad.
And get them hopping,
Good and Mad.

---Arundhati

My Advent

Hi Folks,
It is a joy meeting in this forum. I cannot speak, laugh or bite yet and need to resort
to this mode of communication. I can cry though..
To make a 9 month travail short, I was formed-- a couple of cells in size sometime around July 2008 and was expected with all the paraphernalia sometime around March 25, 2009.
Innate curiosity prompted me to sneak through a month and a half earlier when Mom had a bad state of cough and dad was 450 kms away. Poor Dad..he fell all over himself to get to Coimbatore to see me the next day and had to undergo a lot of raillery from Mom for being late --"As usual" I think was the postscript.
Like I always say..I just love unexpected entrees.

Enlightenment

Well then, there I was @Ganga Hospital -- snug and secure for a couple of days when my doctor felt I had jaundice. My eyes and body turned yellow and I was'nt feeling too well.
The hacks decided I did need a bit of enlightenment and under UV Rays at that and I was transferred from my warm position next to Mom to an area they called ICU. Succinctly speaking,
my biluribin level went up and down, up and down -- not unlike the current share market and I was allowed to leave finally at the end of 10 days to Grandpa's house wiser and lighter by half a kilo.