Tuesday, January 8, 2008
On saturday, I was left with the responsibility of taking care of Anjali when husband was curled up in front of the computer nursing a toothache. The little girl was playing on my belly and suddenly made a dive. She had spotted a curl of my hair on the floor and wanted to yank it (see previous post on violent tendencies like hitting and yanking hair) I shifted and before I knew it, WHAM! Cheek and jaw had hit the floor from a height of three feet and we had our hands full of a screaming baby.
A screaming baby that, two minutes later went back to her jump on the bed game, acting very annoyed with me and showing her annoyance by giving surreptitious glares at me every few seconds of play.
Yesterday was more annoying (to her). to me it was plain amusing. I went back home late from work because of my classes and the little bag of tricks, who is used to seeing me at 7pm everyday, had been looking for me since evening. Every evening, when I come back home, she comes stright to me, gives me a hug, then stays on my lap for atleast ten minutes before going back to play.
But last evening, she came to me, gave me a hug a lot less warmer than her usual hug (as if she wanted to reassure herself that it was me and that all my body parts were in order),
then she turned her back firmly on me and went straight to granma!!
And started crying when i went away laughing to wash my feet.
A lot of attitude she has, my little girl!
Ha :) It depends on what you classify as work, Anjali sleeps around 9.30, and we usually sleep between 11 and 12. When Anjali is awake, Adi does the noisy stuff - vacuming etc, while I hold her. And we also have to do things like running the mixie, cooker etc, because she gets scared of these noises when she is sleeping. After 10pm is the time for mopping, ironing and such things that you dont make noise with.
I also do a lot of baking, especially vegetables, because I can just toss them whole into the oven and set the oven for about 40 minutes while they get done and play with Anjali during this time. Got a lot of recipes from my mil about how to cook veggies in the oven and how to preserve them to toss into the fridge for use for about 2 or three days. (In Romania you get good veggies in summer but very expensive not good veggies in the winter, so she preserves her vegetables during the summer time and my fil puts them in sterilized bottles for use during winter. They do stews, jams, juices etc)
So the baking gets done during the evening when Anjali is awake, and when she is sleeping, I put together the food and put in the fridge. Some of the recipes are for cold food - cooked salads, pastas etc. Others can be warmed in the microwave, like soup. So only for Anjali I have to cook fresh everyday and that too in the weekend only, cos my mom cooks for her in the weekdays. Its important to schedule such that not more than one thing is dont everyday, because otherwise it will get to be too much.
Adi helps in a lot of things - vacuuming, laundry (drying and folding) etc. For me, I just do the mopping, ironing and cooking, so it is not so bad. Once a couple of weeks we have a cleaning woman come in to help with the sweeping and mopping to clean the corners that we have missed out. But otherwise it is ok.
Monday, January 7, 2008
"Husband not here?"
"He's upstais. His shirt is all wet"
"Why are you all wet?"
"What do you think?"
Husband can be very secretive about stuff, espcially if the answer is obvious and complimented by a grinning girl wanting to run from one end of the house to the other.
I guess all the marathon training comes in useful.
The next day husbad came home late from work and granpa tried to take over as running companion. Didnt work too well. Granpa didnt have any marathon training. So in the end, granpa had to pick up the bag of tricks and haul her downstairs for some relatively "quiet" time.
I keep dropping hints to husband to buy me her book, but he keeps ignoring all the hints point blank. I guess he has enough drama at home to want more in the books he reads.. so he reads fairy tales like how the fairy made a mistake and made gems drop out of a girl's mouth.
Well, Anjali is still at the eating hair stage, and it will be a while before she can uncap a bottle of medicine and drink it, but knowing her, I bet it wont be that long. A few days ago I received a report from granma that she somehow managed to lift the teacup (it was stainless steel, not porcelain, thankfully), and drink tea from it. I suppose she saw granma drinking tea from the teacup and thought she might have a try too.
Well, there were only dregs in that cup, but still...
Yesterday, I was cooking and husband, feeling sore after his dental works, left Anjali in the floor of the kitchen, too tired to run after her until his shirt was full of sweat. Father and daughter plopped down on the kitchen floor. And what were they doing?
Eating cabbages that had dropped on the floor from the chopping.
I guess the phase comes. And what do you do when it does come. Anjali is, as do most kids at her age, able to do things that are kind of violent, like pulling hair, and hitting people on the face. She has figured out that they are amused by her doing it, and she keeps doing it. At this stage she does not know that it is wrong, nor should she stop. But when the time comes for her to stop, then how do we handle it?
Granpa does not want her to stop. He says, dont teach her to stop hitting. Its cute and she is too young. But we do stop her from eating wires and openng drawers. When granme got worried by Anjali's habit of blinking her eyes too hard, she is trying to get her to grow out of it.
Well, it is cute. But the hair hurts if she yanks it too hard. :P
See this and smile.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
oh ooh (about patti). Tell her that Anjali has three pattu pavadais, two traditional romanian dresses (show atached photos if necessary) three princess frocks, including the one that chitthi got for her, about 10 to 15 normal frocks (that she wears when going outside), about 10 rompers (also for outside) and about 20 t shirts for home (which are bought so that they can slip on her head with minimal effort).
Tell patti also that if I try to put frocks on her, especially those with long sleeves etc, she makes a big racket. The the traditional Romanian dress that she is wearing for Christmas, by the time we got it on her, it was bedlam and everyone had to dance to stop her from wiggling.
Ordinarily before putting on a dress on Anjali you have to hold her hands very tight, because otherwise, once the dress is over her head she will take it off her head before the hands can go in.
So all in all, it is not a very good idea to buy Anjali a dress unless it is very easy to put on, has very little cloth and prefarably leaves her bottom bare to pee.
try convincing patti.
If not I will talk to her.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
All visitors, with me at the center of attention
Me and Granpa
See the Christmas tree...
This is me, preparing to strut!
Well, Bunica wanted me to wear the Romanian national Costume, which I liked, its made of cotton and very comfortable.
see.. I am smiling
And all ready for mischief
Daddy wanted to begin my christmas day by trying the back carry in the rugsack. I enjoyed it
As far as videos go, here is one of me chasing mummy
And another one where I tug her skirt. I love it when mummy wears a long skirt, it gives so much pulling scope!!
And crawling with a national costume. As you see. I am unhampered by bulk!!
Monday, December 24, 2007
I know you are having fun, but it is rude to show your bottom to the audience. especially if the audience happens to have a camera :P
Then the organza got thrown away for the usual mischief outfit
We started to turn Anjali around the food table. She enjoyed it. What was even more funny was when we took her off the roundabout thingy and she turned around and started rotating it! Interesting, how cognition works!!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
This story tells that the poinsettia was once a nondescript roadside weed. Desperate for a gift to offer the baby Jesus, an impoverished little Mexican girl presented the Messiah with an armload of poinsettia branches she had picked and tied together with hand-woven twine. Once in His holy presence, the uppermost leaves on the branches spontaneously turned a vivid red.
A Christmas Without Music
On Christmas Eve, he sat down and wrote three stanzas, then gave the poem to Franz Gruber. He requested that it be set to music for soloists, chorus and guitar. That same evening, Franz brought the simple composition to Joseph and still later that night, the people in the little Austrian church sang Stille Nacht (Silent Night) for the first time.
Silent Night, more than any other Christmas song, can evoke such emotion in me that when I hear it, I instantly begin to tear up. The power of this simple song was never more evident than on the battlefields of Flanders in World War I in what has come to be known as "the Christmas truce of 1914."
The "great war" had been raging for nearly five months when Christmas arrived in 1914. The Germans were in a fierce battle with the British and French. Both sides were dug into miles of muddy, man-made trenches six to eight feet deep. On Christmas Eve, the soldiers' thoughts turned to their homes and families as they settled down in their bunkers with letters and pictures from their loved ones. While the bitter cold air blew in around them, they turned their faces into their coats and tried to sleep.
In the early morning hours of December 25th, the allies heard the distant sounds of Silent Night being sung from the German trenches across the "no man's land" between them. As they raised their heads to peek across, the startled allies were amazed to discover that the Germans had erected dozens of small Christmas trees lit with candles outside their trenches. Many of the Germans, who had worked in England before the war, were able to speak good enough English to call out a Christmas truce to the allies.
The British and French troops accepted, and all along the miles of trenches, a spontaneous truce resulted. Soldiers left their bunkers, meeting in the middle to shake hands, exchange gifts, share photos and forget the horrors of war for at least one day. When the dreaded moment finally came for each side to return to their trenches, the soldiers said goodbye to their new friends and sank down into their muddy holes. With heavy hearts, they once again began fighting a war that continued for four more years.
Anjali too has evolved. From crying whenever Granpa Curic picked her up, she has now begun to stay quietly with him while he entertains her with the most ridiculous stories - like how the kitchen is a nice place to be in because a lot of mistakes happen there, like food getting burnt etc. We have even gone so far where Anjali is going these days all around the house and looking for granpa Curic and assuming a sad face when she discovers that he has gone to the market. Even better, Anjali smiles happily when he comes back.
Granpa Curic's second primary job is to take pictures of Anjali and her antics.
After such a long time.... we go into Granpa Curic's arms quietly
let me see if I can make the same face as Granpa Curic.
Dont try to feed me when I do this. I close my mouth, and you cant get food in!! na na ne boo boo!!! Now I have added a shake head routine to it also.
And then there was this kid at the temple with a shaved head. mummy and daddy want to do this to me. You think I will let them?? Well, think on!!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Anjali turns to look at Bunica
Bunica hiding behind door
Mummy: Anjali, Bunica Yenga?
Bunica, from behind door: Puyutu!!
Anjali crawls straight through the door to Bunica, squealing all the way!!
We got a potty for Anjali two weeks ago. Husband was very apprehensive that we would end up putting Anjali in the potty all the tiem and get her scared of it. Well, it hardly took any time, but Anjali has already developed an instinct for doing this properly. Unless we are not quick enough in taking off her pampers, in which case we all end up with wet pants!
But she is doing this well. Congratulations Tutu.
Monday, December 17, 2007
When Anjali is happy about something, or excited, she squeals. The squeals get louder and louder as the days go by.
This video was taken on 23rd June, befor Anjali was 3 months old. Her head was not standing yet. Ofcourse, it was not meant to be a video of Anjali, it was meant to be a video of Granma getting surprised for her surprise birthday party, but ShreeValli aunty, who was taking the video kept focuing back on Anjali, and who can blame her?
So here we are.. it is hard to believe that the this is the girl who gets up to such tricks, but you can see the tricks in her eyes, even at this age.
Friday, December 14, 2007
I took this when Anjali was less than seven months old. Seeing it makes me sad. It is like seeing a very small girl growing up into a toddler. My daughter is not an infant any longer :( She doesnt bottom jump!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Anjali exhibits what husband and i call the museum phenomenon.
We first noticed it when we took Anjali to visit the new Buddha temple museum in Singapore. The whole duration of our visit, she was blabbing very excitedly. At first, we thought it was a single event.
But a few weeks later, we took her to the art museum. Again, upon entering the gallery, she started blabbing very excitedly.
Last weekend, we took her to the Islamic arts museum in Kualalumpur. The same phenomenon was observed. Not just blabbing and joyous excitement, but Anjali actually did something very wonderful.
We observed a carving on the ceiling of the museum (see below). All of us jsut remarked that it looked nice and went on. Anjali, on the other hand, from her father's arms, stared very fixatedly at the dome.
It was not just the museums. She was very excited by the birds in Bali, the woodcarver's gallery, the souvenir shop with Indian handicrafts at the base of Batu caves. etc.
Husband went to her, and in five point two milliseconds came back.
"Come and see... before she breaks my heart!"
Anjali was sleeping, cuddled up to her pillow, and making suckling noises to the pillow.
She opened her eyes, saw me and husband sitting around her, smiled to show her tooth, said dada mama a couple of times and then turned towards husband, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.