September 2011

May be i can call it a mini mini story from her,but am surprised at her imagination.

Bedtime,i ask her, Do you like your school ?

She says “No”

I ask her why .

She says” There is a dinosaur in my school,with a party hat in its mouth.So i dont like.And i fought with it and took the party hat and drove my mcqueen back home since amma would be eagerly waiting for me.”

I know where this comes from.Two different books which we read had dinosaur in one and party hat in another,so she manages to build something out of both.

And yesterday we were on our way to park and in traffic signal,she says “Amma look out of the window there is an alligator”. I look out and there is no one signboard even with alligator picture.I could not spot anything remotely close to alligator.Appa looks out and spots an adjacent car which is long  and had its boot area open with two cycles into it,with their wheels to the edge.

With its mouth open and wheels on the edges it could give a very flaky picture of alligator,especially for her. I could not do the same even after reading this book.

P.S : I liked the imaginations quoted,but i felt mentioning childrens as juicy is a bit too much for me to stomach.I may have to edit this while read this to her.


Yes, am feeling it.Off from work yesterday and today and am loving it more than i ever did.Waking up @ 8 to fix an ok breakfast to husband and running behind the littledevil  to brush and make her eat,read all those books which were not touched in recent past and cook relaxed or order husband to have lunch outside and cook only for baby and rest all the day.Oh boy,am loving it.If someone asks me today if i want to continue in the same fashion,i would nod my head without looking back.Life had been so mechanical and i realise it only today.But few days down the line,i may want to go back to original state,how strange the human mind is.

You working mothers out there pls tell me you get this feeling once in while at least.So that am not the odd (wo)man out here.

She too enjoys me being home and orders me “Amma velaikku pogave koodathu(You should never leave for office)”.Also i notice that i have become more of  an impatient mother, very tired to feed her when she tries spitting each spoon.I may not approvethose  she likes and she rejects what i choose as healthy stuff,the tug of war is on.Secretly am waiting for Ammamma to settle her food habits.

Delights of the day yesterday was, i found her english improved,slightly disciplined,and she is back to spicy food.Friends on FB page know her Tanglish conversations.I place dosa on her plate for breakfast and bring yoghurt and serve her and leave it there,she rushes to fridge and opens it and asks me “Come,bring the yoghurt,put in fridge” said the sentence in English.Am relieved,for when we go back to India,the doting grand parents can proudly claim that their grand-daughter could speak in english and for those neighbours who think that NRI kids can speak only english and  possibly avoid the secret  gossip “Veli naatula irundhum english pesa theiryala,namma moonaavadhu theru munuswamy paiyane nalla english pesaran”( Living abroad and still cant speak in english). And some relatives who will tell you “Enga chithi pon irukkle,avaloda kozhandi ellam porandadhil irundhe english than pesuvan,english kaarale aachariya padara alavu ippo pesaranna parthukkoyyen” and few more around who will pick their chance to quote some examples.

In the past few months she was even rejecting ‘rasam(tomato clear soup, a staple south indian dish) saadam’ as ‘kaaram(hot)’ and showed a behavior of developing sweet tooth,needless tosay  am worried.But yesterday when we sat down for breakfast,she started licking raw ‘idli molagai podi(powder made from lentils and cayenne)’ from my plate.A sign she is like her father.

When it comes to discipline she is yet to improve but i feel this is ok.She sees to that the plate she had food is goes to sink,replaces the juice carton back in place in fridge,places the book back in book-case,when we are back home removes shoes herself and places it in shoe rack.Height of discipline is to pick up the bowl even before i place the pan on cooking range.

Things which are killing me right now is the “I will do it all by myself attitude” and the questions phase.She tried to wear shoes by herself yesterday and have done that wrongly,though i insisted she change it,she wanted to continue the same way it was and came all the way with shoes wrongly worn.

Questions phase have improved from ‘W’ series to more logical and more reasoned and seasoned.I informed her we are going on a play date to My gym around 11.Questions started from then “Appa office poitaale,yaar nammala kootindu pova?” (Appa is in office,who will take us) i answer her “I will call driver”. When time was nearing ” Amma its time now,have you called driver?” ( I answer her yes i have called).from the next minute when she hears a vehicle noise she asked me “has driver come ?”.

Finally driver came and we were into car she asks me “Have you confirmed the play date ? have you checked if they will be open today?”

Sathiyama mudiyala!!!

Sometimes without foreseeing something you should never volunteer,like what i did.I did not wanted wait until her question of her birth,i over indulged in educating her , i told her she was a like a tadpole in my tummy and had grown over months into a big baby and one day doctor had cut open amma’s tummy to get her out.She did asked was it not paining when my tummy was cut open with a knife.

After narrating this story first time,she repeatedly asked for it few more times and the best thing is yesterday night she announced “Amma was inside my tummy like a tadpole,she grown over months and doctor cut open my tummy and had taken amma out of my tummy”.