Really. They are. I remember Moppet's Mom wrote a post long back about how Moppet wouldn't fall asleep one day and she realised that the moment she stopped singing, little Moppet was snoozing away to dreamland (now I'm too lazy to find that post and link up to it, sorry).
In my case, it was something similar but not as subtle. If I remember correctly, Moppet's Mom deduced that it was the singing that was preventing the baby from falling alseep. In Squiggle land, it was a bit more clearer. It was VERY clear actually.
I mean how can you mis-interpret 'No singing'. That's really clear isn't it. When your 22 month old says loudly at bed time 'No singing', and she says it right when you start singing, then I guess even the dumbest of moms would get it. The 'No singing' was meant for me!!!
Again I'm too lazy to link up, but in the early days, I had done a post raving about benefits of being a mom, one of which was the privilege of being able to sing without anyone asking me to shut up. Guess that was short lived! It only took 22 months :).
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tagged!
Tagged by Leaving1302 and forced to shake off my inertia and come out of hibernation :). I am to share five things I love about being a mom. Ah, this should be easy..........
1. I love being a mom because I have my own little doll to play with. She provides me with full time entertainment. There is never a dull moment in the house. I look forward to coming home after work each evening and being surprised by something I could never have imagined.
2. Being a mom has taught me to appreciate the smaller things in life. I have re-discovered the joy of spotting the moon and exclaiming over it; looking for a red bus on the road and marvelling at its size; pretending to heal a hurt with a kiss.... I look at the same things but through someone else's eyes.... innocent eyes, and the world looks all different now.
3. I love being a mom because all it takes to lift me out of a crappy mood is the sound of laughter and the sunny smile that dawns on my angel's (or devil, depending on the day) face. I could be infuriated and it can all melt away, just like that.
4. I love being a mom because I get so many hugs and kisses and I mean the world to someone. It's such a great feeling when S runs across the length of the room and hugs me or decides that one kiss isn't enough and showers me with many.
5. And the best part about being a mom is that someone doesn't mind snuggling against you all night and is willing to be crushed :). There's a strong reference to someone else here!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Up for fresh air
DD's not around and this is one of those evenings that I have to myself. So finally, after months of silence I can jot down a few of the things that S has been up to. Actually, I've been so busy having fun with S, that I haven't found the time to write about it.
I woke up last Sunday and groggily walked out of my room to see S on the pot going through her morning rituals with my helper at hand. So, I'm in my old pyjamas, hair tousled and still rubbing my eyes when S pipes up in a sing song voice with a huge sweet smile on her face and says ............
SEXY MAMA!!!
Well let me tell you this that if I had been sitting on a chair I would have fallen off. Now to refresh your memory she's only 21 months old. I don't know if all kids say stuff like this or not but clearly I wasn't prepared. The only consolation was that I was sure she had no idea what it meant because I clearly did not fit the picture of a sexy mama. Oh no.
The same day I got shock no. 2. We were heading out and waiting for the lift when Ms. S, again with a big smile pipes up, "Shut up, shut up, shut up". WTF??? She doesn't go to school and she's already saying stuff which I cannot believe. My helper got a bit upset but I've convinced her that if we ignore these words, we'll be better off because she's more likely to forget them. But really, are your kids saying all this as well? It's been over a week and she hasn't said it since *anti-jinx*.
Oh and I forgot. My mom told me about this incident which is very funny too. Apparently S was wearing a long sleeves shirt one morning and the maid told her she was looking very pretty. But S disagreed. She said, "NO! No cut cut". Implying that she wasn't looking pretty because she wasn't wearing a short sleeve/sleeveless top! I know. Kids are crazy. And she doesn't get to watch much TV. Imagine if she was watching all those Hindi MTV channels with the gyrating women in no clothes *shudder*.
Oh, and the little miss is in love with my heels. I have acquired quite a few pairs recently which has not gone unnoticed by the little fashionista. This is the result.
I woke up last Sunday and groggily walked out of my room to see S on the pot going through her morning rituals with my helper at hand. So, I'm in my old pyjamas, hair tousled and still rubbing my eyes when S pipes up in a sing song voice with a huge sweet smile on her face and says ............
SEXY MAMA!!!
Well let me tell you this that if I had been sitting on a chair I would have fallen off. Now to refresh your memory she's only 21 months old. I don't know if all kids say stuff like this or not but clearly I wasn't prepared. The only consolation was that I was sure she had no idea what it meant because I clearly did not fit the picture of a sexy mama. Oh no.
The same day I got shock no. 2. We were heading out and waiting for the lift when Ms. S, again with a big smile pipes up, "Shut up, shut up, shut up". WTF??? She doesn't go to school and she's already saying stuff which I cannot believe. My helper got a bit upset but I've convinced her that if we ignore these words, we'll be better off because she's more likely to forget them. But really, are your kids saying all this as well? It's been over a week and she hasn't said it since *anti-jinx*.
Oh and I forgot. My mom told me about this incident which is very funny too. Apparently S was wearing a long sleeves shirt one morning and the maid told her she was looking very pretty. But S disagreed. She said, "NO! No cut cut". Implying that she wasn't looking pretty because she wasn't wearing a short sleeve/sleeveless top! I know. Kids are crazy. And she doesn't get to watch much TV. Imagine if she was watching all those Hindi MTV channels with the gyrating women in no clothes *shudder*.
Oh, and the little miss is in love with my heels. I have acquired quite a few pairs recently which has not gone unnoticed by the little fashionista. This is the result.
She's chattering nineteen to the dozen as well. She can sing songs. She hums the first line of the song 'Bol na halke halke' from 'Jhoom Barabar Jhoom'. Her favourite rhyme is Incy Wincy Spider and Wheels on the Bus. What is with 'Wheels on the Bus'. Kids just love it.
Anyways, hope you're all fine and keeping well. Hope to be back soon again.
Love,
Sunday, November 9, 2008
FIll in the blanks
'Tick Tock Tick Tock
I'm a little Cuckoo clock'
This is a little nursery rhyme that DD and I have spent the whole weekend trying to teach Squiggles. We play a game with Squiggles where we will say a rhyme like Twinkle Twinkle and let her say the last word in the line. E.g. 'Twinkle Twinkle Little .........." and she will pipe up with "Star"; "How I wonder what you ......." and she wil pipe up with "AAArrrr". I guess you could call it the 'fill in the blanks game'. It's kind of addictive. So, either one of us will launch into the rhyme and wait patiently for Squiggles to say the last word.
Well, now that you know what we were doing, let's get back to the rhyme in question. She obviously found this one quite easy because without much prompting she was able to say the first line and quite clearly. It was the second line that she decided to add a little twist of her own to.
Sq: Tick Tock Tick Tock
Silence.
DD: I'm a little .......
Sq: Baaaby
!!!
Everytime we played the game, she kept saying baby. And it wasn't a random conincidence. It was quite clear that she knew what the sentence meant. This is because she has spent the last few days spending the day singing, quite tunefully, the first line of a rhyme which her nanny sings to her when she's trying to put her to sleep.
'My little baby'
'wants to sleep'
And the funny thing is that she says it in the same accent as her nanny. So, 'baby' is pronounced as 'Baeyby'. It's super cute to see this one foot something creature saying 'My little Baby' :).
I'm a little Cuckoo clock'
This is a little nursery rhyme that DD and I have spent the whole weekend trying to teach Squiggles. We play a game with Squiggles where we will say a rhyme like Twinkle Twinkle and let her say the last word in the line. E.g. 'Twinkle Twinkle Little .........." and she will pipe up with "Star"; "How I wonder what you ......." and she wil pipe up with "AAArrrr". I guess you could call it the 'fill in the blanks game'. It's kind of addictive. So, either one of us will launch into the rhyme and wait patiently for Squiggles to say the last word.
Well, now that you know what we were doing, let's get back to the rhyme in question. She obviously found this one quite easy because without much prompting she was able to say the first line and quite clearly. It was the second line that she decided to add a little twist of her own to.
Sq: Tick Tock Tick Tock
Silence.
DD: I'm a little .......
Sq: Baaaby
!!!
Everytime we played the game, she kept saying baby. And it wasn't a random conincidence. It was quite clear that she knew what the sentence meant. This is because she has spent the last few days spending the day singing, quite tunefully, the first line of a rhyme which her nanny sings to her when she's trying to put her to sleep.
'My little baby'
'wants to sleep'
And the funny thing is that she says it in the same accent as her nanny. So, 'baby' is pronounced as 'Baeyby'. It's super cute to see this one foot something creature saying 'My little Baby' :).
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Story of The Little Girl and The Baby
At the tender age of 16 months, one little girl’s world was rocked. Everything was hunky dory in her world one day, and the next day, the world was definitely greener. And we’re not talking about more trees here.
It all started when two giants and two normal people turned up at home one day with Daddy. She had never seen them before. They were kind of interesting. They had some big boxes with them. Everyone seemed kind of excited but that was lost on this little girl. She hid behind her Mama for a while but she soon lost her shyness and ventured to find out a bit more about the two normal people.
One of them was a little taller than her. She could not understand that this was a boy. And the other was a lot tinier than her, with big eyes. And a ready smile which immediately captivated her Mama and Ba (for the uninitiated, Ba is her nanny). This was ‘The Baby’. She ventured a conversation with The Baby and was immediately rewarded with some excited shouts which she found fascinating. She laughed in delight at The Baby, all the while unaware that the world as she knew it had changed. She was unhappy when Mama dragged her to bed. She kept wanting to know where The Baby was. She dosed off dreaming about The Baby. And woke up to a different kind of morning.
The little girl was the first one up the next morning. Ba went through the morning ritual with her, all the while explaining the importance of being quiet so that The Baby wouldn’t wake up. When Mama managed to pull her eyes open, she was wisely advised ‘Shhhh, Baby’. Mama was clearly meant to understand that she had to be quiet or else The Baby would wake up. In the meantime, dark clouds were gathering on the horizon.
The Baby woke up but her Mama was still asleep. So, Ba went and picked her up and brought her out to play. This was great because the little girl wanted to play with The Baby. The morning progressed smoothly. Mama had the day off and so it was a special day. The other normal person also woke up and soon it became apparent to the little girl that The Boy was equally interesting. As he came up with crazy ideas, she realized she could have fun playing with him as well.
Except her attention kept getting distracted by what The Baby was up to. The Baby seemed be fascinated with the little girl’s things. And with things belonging to people who the little girl considered her own private property, like Mama and Ba. This was not right. What right did The Baby have to play with the deflated balloon? Full of righteous indignation she walked across to The Baby and admonished strongly, “Nooooooooooo”, and snatched the balloon away. Next The Baby went for the toy train. “No Touch”, screamed the little girl and took away the train. The Baby was bewildered. Why were these tempting things being snatched from her?
The Baby was not one to dwell over the past or such rude displays of temper. She merrily went about picking up toys and chewing on them enthusiastically, only to face the righteous indignation of the little girl. Mama and Ba kept telling the little girl to share with The Baby and told her not to be rude, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Stronger action by either person was rewarded with big tantrums. Things came to the crunch when The Baby decided to chew on Ba’s slippers. This was the height of injustice. Ba’s slippers symbolized going down to the park. They were a symbol of freedom, playtime and going out. Taken beyond anger, she marched up to The Baby and snatched it away from her and looked at her angrily and mouthed incomprehensible words. The Baby’s face crumpled. And Mama scolded the little girl.
The little girl couldn’t get it. Why was everyone shouting at her when it was The Baby who deserved a licking? She liked The Baby. She really did. But she didn’t think it was very nice of The Baby to touch her toys. It’s not that she didn’t want to share; it was just that when The Baby started playing with any of her toys, she had an indescribably strong urge to play with it herself. She still liked hearing The Baby laugh. As long as she wasn’t being held by grandma. Most times she was even OK with Ba taking care of The Baby. But there were enough times when she was not OK with it. Life was so unfair. She expressed her frustration and anger and jealousy by whining, throwing tantrums and clinging to Mama. The world was definitely greener.
The verdict was out. The little girl was jealous. She was cheerfully and loudly declared as ‘High Maintenance’ by Mama and not so loudly by other more polite giants. Let’s pray that God gives Mama some extra reserves of patience and humour to deal with the little girl because The Baby is here for a week and the little girl has just got to deal with that.
It all started when two giants and two normal people turned up at home one day with Daddy. She had never seen them before. They were kind of interesting. They had some big boxes with them. Everyone seemed kind of excited but that was lost on this little girl. She hid behind her Mama for a while but she soon lost her shyness and ventured to find out a bit more about the two normal people.
One of them was a little taller than her. She could not understand that this was a boy. And the other was a lot tinier than her, with big eyes. And a ready smile which immediately captivated her Mama and Ba (for the uninitiated, Ba is her nanny). This was ‘The Baby’. She ventured a conversation with The Baby and was immediately rewarded with some excited shouts which she found fascinating. She laughed in delight at The Baby, all the while unaware that the world as she knew it had changed. She was unhappy when Mama dragged her to bed. She kept wanting to know where The Baby was. She dosed off dreaming about The Baby. And woke up to a different kind of morning.
The little girl was the first one up the next morning. Ba went through the morning ritual with her, all the while explaining the importance of being quiet so that The Baby wouldn’t wake up. When Mama managed to pull her eyes open, she was wisely advised ‘Shhhh, Baby’. Mama was clearly meant to understand that she had to be quiet or else The Baby would wake up. In the meantime, dark clouds were gathering on the horizon.
The Baby woke up but her Mama was still asleep. So, Ba went and picked her up and brought her out to play. This was great because the little girl wanted to play with The Baby. The morning progressed smoothly. Mama had the day off and so it was a special day. The other normal person also woke up and soon it became apparent to the little girl that The Boy was equally interesting. As he came up with crazy ideas, she realized she could have fun playing with him as well.
Except her attention kept getting distracted by what The Baby was up to. The Baby seemed be fascinated with the little girl’s things. And with things belonging to people who the little girl considered her own private property, like Mama and Ba. This was not right. What right did The Baby have to play with the deflated balloon? Full of righteous indignation she walked across to The Baby and admonished strongly, “Nooooooooooo”, and snatched the balloon away. Next The Baby went for the toy train. “No Touch”, screamed the little girl and took away the train. The Baby was bewildered. Why were these tempting things being snatched from her?
The Baby was not one to dwell over the past or such rude displays of temper. She merrily went about picking up toys and chewing on them enthusiastically, only to face the righteous indignation of the little girl. Mama and Ba kept telling the little girl to share with The Baby and told her not to be rude, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Stronger action by either person was rewarded with big tantrums. Things came to the crunch when The Baby decided to chew on Ba’s slippers. This was the height of injustice. Ba’s slippers symbolized going down to the park. They were a symbol of freedom, playtime and going out. Taken beyond anger, she marched up to The Baby and snatched it away from her and looked at her angrily and mouthed incomprehensible words. The Baby’s face crumpled. And Mama scolded the little girl.
The little girl couldn’t get it. Why was everyone shouting at her when it was The Baby who deserved a licking? She liked The Baby. She really did. But she didn’t think it was very nice of The Baby to touch her toys. It’s not that she didn’t want to share; it was just that when The Baby started playing with any of her toys, she had an indescribably strong urge to play with it herself. She still liked hearing The Baby laugh. As long as she wasn’t being held by grandma. Most times she was even OK with Ba taking care of The Baby. But there were enough times when she was not OK with it. Life was so unfair. She expressed her frustration and anger and jealousy by whining, throwing tantrums and clinging to Mama. The world was definitely greener.
The verdict was out. The little girl was jealous. She was cheerfully and loudly declared as ‘High Maintenance’ by Mama and not so loudly by other more polite giants. Let’s pray that God gives Mama some extra reserves of patience and humour to deal with the little girl because The Baby is here for a week and the little girl has just got to deal with that.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The experiment that did not work!
Let's just say that Squiggles howled through the 2 min ordeal. It was a fun thing to have tried though....... I am still trying to convince DD that I went for Squiggles' benefit and not my own! But he's having none of it :(.
Credits to Avanti. Thanks a ton for the pics. It was such a wonderful surprise to find them in the mail.
Ashtami comes around again
Remember her 1st Ashtami? Here's a picture of her a year later, in a gorgeous salwar kameez.
All grown up :). She was invited for puja by an Indian family in my mom's condo. Mom says she behaved rather well which was certainly a surprise. She's also done well for the day, picking up quite a bit of cash along the way! Not to mention loads of fruit so I'm glad I didn't bother with my grocery shopping this weekend :).
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