Thursday, January 28, 2010

books


I took the morning off today. Sophia and patti and I got back from the playground, after which patti hung the imp's feet over the sink and washed her up.

Then she took Sophia to the bedroom to grab a towel. AS patti was wiping Sophia, Sophia began the chant

"bu, bu, bu, bu"

We continued to the living room to finish wiping her off and changing her shirt.

"bu, bu bu"

"Wait", said patti "I'll change your dress and then your mummy will give you booba"

But I thought that the imp was meaning something else. Her way of saying booba was "bua bua"

"You want a book?"

Imp looks at me.

"bu , bu bububububububu"

After changing her clothes, I carried her to the bedroom. There, on top of Anjali's cupboard were the set of books that we were reading last night, among them, the pooh nature book that husband and Sophia had spent a particularly happy half hour exploring.

I picked the whole stack of books and dumped them on the living room floor.

"There. Which book do you want?"

Predictably, she chose the pooh book. Sophia flipped through the pooh book and I pointed to some of the snimals and stuff on it. A few minutes later, patti asked me a question and I went to the bedroom to look for something.

Imp began to cry.

"bu bu bu bu"

"I am coming. wait, just let me check this"

"bu bu bu, wah wah wah"

What patti asked me was not really important. So I dropped the task and came to the living room. Imp was carrying the open pooh book (its big and fairly heavy), and was trying to walk towards me

"bu bu bu"

The I sat down beside her and took the book.

She gave a satisfied sort of giggle and spent a happy quarteer of an hour mentioning all about

"be" (birds), "da" (ducks), "ba" (bears) etc

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

tomatoes tomatoes

Guess what, my one year old knows that tomatoes grow grow

And that cars go brrr

and that sheep go baaa

If I tell husband that I want to turn off the tv when the vegetable cd is running, she begins to look at me and cry

Monday, January 25, 2010

Spicy food

Anjali had broccoli and potatoes for lunch on Saturday. Husband was eating drumstick sambhar and had some drumstick skin on his plate.

Anjali grabbed a drumstick skin off husband's plate and was munching it.

This didnt strike me as too hygenic, so i tried to make her give it up.

No go

patti had a better idea, which was to exchange the skin with a new drumstick from the sambar.

Anjali took the new drumstick and put it in her mouth.

"waah waah waah"

"what happened?"

"Its spicy"

After that, everything on the plate was spicy, even the stemed broccoli and potatoes, which just had salt in them.

That is funny, because patti puts jaggery and sugar in her sambar
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later we told Anjali

"When you go to India people will give you only spicy food. What will you do?"

To which she immediately begins

"I'll put some cheese and gobble up all the spicy food. That is my question. Then there will be no more spicy food in the world. I'll put some cheese and gobble up all the spicy food"

First sentences

Sophia is really talking, and it is very amusing to see her words develop and come out of her mouth. We were at the playground near patti's house yesterday evening. Anjali and Sophia were playing and thattha had come down with us.

Both girls ignored their shoes and ran barefoot on the playground floor.

Sophia was on the slide, and Anjali on teh other side. Thattha was with Sophia

"la la la la"

"Ok, you can sit on the side"

"la la la la"

"Oh, there is a dog"

I carried Sophia to the dog and Anjali came running behind. After Anjali had petted and hugged the dog (Sophia doesnt do it, she just goes really close to the dog and says hello, but refuses to touch), the dog went running and we went back to the playground

Imp holds out her hands

"thathathaaaaa"

Thattha carried imp

"did you see the lol lol?"

"lol bu bie!!"
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The cool thing is that she can understand nearly everything we say in both Tamil and English. Husband says that the stuff she doesnt seem to understand is not that she cant understand, but that it just doesnt fall into her agenda and she chooses to ignore it

Friday, January 22, 2010

Conversations that make us laugh


 Husband, who is a bit of an exercise maniac was exercising on the bed after lights out.

The silhoutette showed husband lifting his legs and putting them on the window sill.

"what are you doing?" I inquired

"I am trying to get pregnant", says husband, who is a big fan of Maggie Walsh

"Do you want a girl or a boy?"

Husband turns to Sophia "Sophia, do you want a baby sister or a baby brother?"

Anjali, who is sort of half listening to the varaha story looks over

"I dont want any more babies. I will kick your bottom in the morning"

"Why", I asked her surprised

"Because daddy will have babies, so I will kick his bottom in the morning"

"You dont want any more babies?"

"No"

"Come on, Anjali, babies are fun"

"no, I will kick your bottom and daddy's bottom in the morning"

"Why do you want to kick my bottom"

"Because you are making jokes"
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A day in the life


 
On the 7th floor of my office is a little roof garden. An open terrace with a couple of gurgling fountains and benches to sit in and look at the busy harbour and the tall buildings in the distance. Except for one problem.

It is the only place in the office where smoking is allowed. So you cant spend ten minutes on the terrace without being assaulted by the smell of cigarette smoke. It is the most annoying thing.

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Yesterday was library day. I took the kids and crossed to the bus stop where Jessica and vineesia were waiting to go to Sakamoto class (where do they get these names from?) We were halfway across the road when Anjali says,  "Mummy, I want to make pee pee". I am proud that Anjali is toilet trained, but then again, maybe I should be like Arti and carry a couple of diapers in my bag, just in case for the bus or the train situation, especially when i go to India.

So, we had to get to business on the grass near the busstop. And I had to put Sophia on the floor, where she was happily playing with the grass while Anjali finished her business.

Then three things happened at the same time

The bus rounded the corner

Anjali finished her business

Sophia picked up something from the grass and held it out proudly to me.

It was a cigarette butt.

I hate smokers
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We got in the bus, wiped hands, put underwear and went to the library where each girl wanted a basket

Neither of them could carry full baskets. Sophia tried to carry the basket which had twenty books in it. She couldnt.

She threw a tantrum right on the spot.

She threw another tantrum when husband wouldnt let her put her hand in the dustbin

And another when he wouldnt let her eat the stones that adorned the plant pots in the library (Anjali came running to me that this scream reporting "Sophia is eating stones!!")

And yet another tantrum when she wanted to open the waterbottle and pour water all over the library carpet and husband tried to explain quite politely to her that it was not a good idea

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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Bag of tricks

It was 4.30am. Sophia stirred against me.

Running on autopilot, I let her feed.

For about 20 minutes she stirred restlessly. I was jogged out of my sleep. Being already aware that the breast milk supply wwas going down, I knew that there is a possibility that she be thirsty. My throat was parched too, and yearned for a drink

Sophia began to cry. She wanted to sleep, but was uncomfortable. Husband stirred

"Sophia, go back to sleep", he said, and went back to sleep.

Sophia ignored this very good advice.

Another ten minutes of restless stirring and she went to sleep. I took the opportunity for a bathroom break.

0.5 seconds after I left the bed, she cried in earnest - a super temper tantrum that said

"How dare you leave me"

When I returned from the bathroom, husband was up and holding the crying girl.

I took her again - the tantrum stopped- and began to feed her. She continued the restless crying.

"Sophia, do you want to take a walk?", asked husband

Sophia stopped crying immediately and tried to sleep next to me.

"Maybe she is thirsty"

husband went to the kitchen and got a sippy with water. The imp refused to put the sippy in her mouth.

"Maybe she is hungry"

So the biscuit came to the bedroom and was also declined ever so regally by the turn of a head

More restless whining

"Sophia, do you want booba?"

"bbbaa baa bbaaaa"

"Ok, some here"

I lay down and put her belly down on top of me. She went back to sleep. it was 5.45. And my alarm rang.

I didnt want to dislodge Sophia, so husband switched my alarm off.

"i need to get up", I mumbled, "Giive me my phone to set the alarm at 6.15"

"I'll set it on my phone", said husband

I dont know if the alarm rang. When I woke up in the morning, it was 7pm, and as a result, we were late for the bus. It was almost leaving when Anjali and I raced to the busstop

why it is so important that IMM has slopes

This is a long outdated post, its so outdated that I think it is finally safe to post it without being hammered by the Anjali Curic fanclub

Two weeks ago, husband and I took the girls to IMM. IMM is interestingly linked to acasa, there is a park connector road that goes along the canal to just before IMM

So we decided to take a bicycle down. Anjali, who likes to ride with me on the bicycle (with husband running alongside pushing Sophia on the stroller) had one question

"IMM has a slope?"

So why is it so important that IMM has slopes?

Here is the flashback.

It  was the second day of school and I was in the process of easing Anjali into Canossian convent. Having accompanied her to the school on the bus the first day, i decided to let her brave the bus by herself, with promises of meeting her on the other side. Being the weight coonscious mother that I am, and thanks to husband's constant digs about my shape, decided to pack in some exercise and bicycle all the way to the canossian convent. From acasa to canossian is mostly uphill.

Anjali's bus arrived at 7.45. I left the imp in the bus and cycled out. When I reached the traffic light before the market, the bus reached at the same time. The imp saw me and waved through the window. The bus turned at the junction. I went straight. The uphill was hard but I reached Canossian by 8am, well before the bus, which reached at 8.10. I was there to meet Anjali on the other side, as promised.

After school we came back on the bicycle. Remember that canossian was uphill? That means that when returning, we bike downhill. And I miscalculated the brake.

Bang we went, and crashed into the pavement, headlong.

Thanks to child safety belts and a lot of Grace, we werent badly hurt. I had a nice bruise on my toe, Anjali claimed that her head was hurt where she hit it against the handle bar, I checked for bruises, but thankfully it was nothing bad (to us). The bicycle was rather smashed. The front basket was flattened, the child seat had moved (although I didnt realize this till much later when husband pointed it out).

We were both badly shaken though, and were still shaky when we reached home. I requested patti to monitor Anjali, but she was playing with no visible signs of affect.

WWhether I learnt anything or not out of this is another story, but Anjali learnt something important. She went with her daddy to learn all about brakes. And now I cant go down any slope with her, no matter how gentle, without her having to instruct me (you must squeeze the brakes when going down the slope)
 

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

theology 101

Kids were playing yesterday in the playground. Sophia was, as usual, wandering the ground and picking leaves and sticks. Husband was sitting in front of the swing and I was swinging Anjali in the swing, singing. pooja was playing along

"Godhavari, kavery, Sindhu Saraswati", I sang

Pooja: Saraswati is a Hindi god

Me: Yes. Saraswati is a Hindu god

Pooja: Everyday I pray to it

Anjali (piping from the other swing): Saraswati is in my heart

I didnt understand for a minute

Me: Saraswati is in your heart?

Anjali: Yes. And Mataji also.

Me: I see

Anjali: Always they take care of me.

Me: Ok

Anjali: When I fall from the bicycle they will take care of me.

Well!!!

Monday, January 18, 2010

party moments

All around the birthday cake
blowing the cake
daddy feeding
Some sort of spontaneous family picture
dressed up birthday baby
patti dancing??
circle time
Kiran singing??
Games we played:
Passing the parcel and scavenger hunt before the cake cutting

Food served:
Popcorn, sandwiches with cheese and peanut butter, pasta, cutlets with yogurt dip, salad
Thattha got french fries from McDonald (thattha should comment on his McDonald experience, it will make interesting reading. Hit post comment and type it out)
Birthday cake: Blackforest from polar cake (bengawan Solo wouldnt take our order as we got there only one day in advance. The cake was delicious, so it was a lucky thing)
About 24 kids turned up (i had 24 goodie bags and thats a good way to keep count)

Games we played after the cake cutting

We had different stations set up for kids to play after eating while the rest finished - a train track, a set of blocks, the dolls and doll house for the girls etc

The kids went downstairs, we had a bubble station set up with soap and water and a couple of bubble wands. Sapna, Anjali, Shreyas, Sibi and a couple of others got around to wash the playground floor as a favor to the community

Vishnu and a couple of boys took a few balls down to play soccer, that kept them happy for a good half hour. Some other kids played in the playground proper.

I think everyone had a good time. I guess they did, as no one had the opportunity to take pictures after the cake cutting, so they were too busy enjoying themselves

After the party

video

The girls have an obsession with (as Sophia calls it) jooa jooa

between the wooden one and the blanket one, the girls prefer the blanket one, as they can both go in and cuddle together

Yesterday evening, after the party, Anjali nagged me for close to half an hour, while I reciprocally nagged her about eating dinner, to fix what she calls the blanket joola joola

It is, as you can see, a blanket, tied to the window bar for the girls to swing from, while one of is holds the other end.

I can do individual girls, but both together is a bit beyond what my arms can endure, so I usually turn the task to husband.

Its my birthday and my akka is sleeping

They didnt let me wake her up!!

video

treasure hunt

video

Saturday night at Ananya's

Ananya's birthday photos

I really liked the playground with the playhouse, which facilitated pretend play, unlike the gymnastics the kids get up to in our playground. Husband feels that you dont need special equipment for pretend play, and there is more worth for the dollar in setting up a gymnastic playground. i guess he is right, based on the number of kds who frequent the gymnastics playgrounds.

Then again, it made a nice rustic change.