Yesterday was one of those days when none of Nidhi's friends came out to play in the evening. She came back home looking sad, went straight to Aditi and said "Please grow up faaaaaaaaaaaaast, Aditi. i hope all ur b'days come quickly. please grow up soon and come out and play with me!!!". A friend is need... could be a sister too!
And then today afternoon(summer vacation has started) i found Nidhi and Aditi playing teacher-teacher. Aditi was sitting obediently and gazing up at Nidhikka. Nidhikka had a ruler in her hand and whenever she used it on the board Aditi would burst out in laughter. This encouraged Nidhikka who proceeded to give a demonstration of dance-class teacher as well, needless to say Aditi was vastly amused. As for me, i was content to sit with my computer with the rare chance of not having to follow Aditi around checking on whatever latest 'kurumbu' she is upto.
Speaking of kurumbu, Aditi is finding a new one each day(sometimes multiple ones each day). She goes abt it quite seriously and turns arnd to give me a huge grin when she hears me say "no, no, no, no Aditi!'. in the last week she has managed to pull down wet clothes from the clothes stand, take out the digital camera from inside the TV cabinet, grab the broom when the maid left it lying down in another room, explored the pics of different Gods placed below the main Puja-stand and found a bag full of homepathic medicines that no one uses anymore in our house. All this when she is yet to learn to walk. She has been standing holding onto sofa, bed, tables, etc. She manages to hold on with one hand and do mischief with the other. Now she is trying to stand without support, undoubtedly gearing up for max mischief when she'll have both her hands free.
We clap enthusiastically when Aditi manages a few seconds of stand-alone before toppling on us or landing on her bum. but once she starts walking on her own, our work is gonna double in watching out for her kurumbu.
like all kids her age, aditi has a healthy attraction towards slippers, door-mats and drain-covers(in the kitchen and bathroom). whenever she manages to get hold of any of the above, she loses no time in taking it straight to her mouth and chewing on it with tooth-less gums. But give her food (which she decides is not tasty enuf), she goes phoooooooooh. i have learned to take it in stride and whenever she starts phooooooh i only try giving her a couple of more mouthfuls before calling it a day. yeah, excellent communication tool - the phooooooooh.
Another interesting news is that Aditi has a new responsibility, one she has given herself. she is the self-appointed 'Head of the Welcome Home Commitee for Santosh'. Whichever room she is in, the minute she hears the main-door being unlocked in the afternoon or evening, she rushes in full speed towards Appa, wearing the hugest smile possible. Mr.Appa can't resist this sight and proceeds to carry his baby thus depositing all the office-germs on the little one. (Nidhi has taken the advice of 'wash ur hands before u touch the baby when u come back from school' very seriously and i never have had to remind her EVEN ONCE). No point in fighting with appa and ponnu, so i just give aditi's evening bath only after appa comes home. Good solution - everyone's happy.
which reminds me how much i have changed since my second daughter was born, rather my parenting style has changed. i no longer bang my head when i get stuck with any problem, just find a work-around. The day i tried to get Aditi interested in a spoon of curd-rice, she screwed up her eyes and scrunched up her face and swallowed it with an what-an-awful-taste look. (and that's when we get the best yoghurt in the world here! what would she do if i get her some pulicha-moru from chennai!). If this had been Nidhi i would've carried her here and there trying to distract her while feeding her curd-rice, gone to the internet to search for 'how to feed ur baby curd rice', banged my head on the wall, discussed with santosh and banged his head on the wall too for good measure, called up my mom, made her call up her mom and so on and on. And with Aditi. Nothing. Zen. i stopped when a couple of more spoons elicited the same reaction. And tried again the next day. With a liberal pinch of salt added to the curd-rice. Lo, the child loves it! World peace...
yeah, me. good mom. smart mom. whatever... but how tempting it is to see Nidhi laze arnd the house with a book in her hand. how nice it would be to lounge abt the house without a care in the world, except what happens next in the story i am reading.
And so, when Nidhi got ready a couple of mins early to school one morning and i was still running arnd getting the lunch-box and breakfast ready, i found her thus(see pic below). Although i felt insanely J of her, i contented myself with just taking a pic.
And then today afternoon(summer vacation has started) i found Nidhi and Aditi playing teacher-teacher. Aditi was sitting obediently and gazing up at Nidhikka. Nidhikka had a ruler in her hand and whenever she used it on the board Aditi would burst out in laughter. This encouraged Nidhikka who proceeded to give a demonstration of dance-class teacher as well, needless to say Aditi was vastly amused. As for me, i was content to sit with my computer with the rare chance of not having to follow Aditi around checking on whatever latest 'kurumbu' she is upto.
Speaking of kurumbu, Aditi is finding a new one each day(sometimes multiple ones each day). She goes abt it quite seriously and turns arnd to give me a huge grin when she hears me say "no, no, no, no Aditi!'. in the last week she has managed to pull down wet clothes from the clothes stand, take out the digital camera from inside the TV cabinet, grab the broom when the maid left it lying down in another room, explored the pics of different Gods placed below the main Puja-stand and found a bag full of homepathic medicines that no one uses anymore in our house. All this when she is yet to learn to walk. She has been standing holding onto sofa, bed, tables, etc. She manages to hold on with one hand and do mischief with the other. Now she is trying to stand without support, undoubtedly gearing up for max mischief when she'll have both her hands free.
We clap enthusiastically when Aditi manages a few seconds of stand-alone before toppling on us or landing on her bum. but once she starts walking on her own, our work is gonna double in watching out for her kurumbu.
like all kids her age, aditi has a healthy attraction towards slippers, door-mats and drain-covers(in the kitchen and bathroom). whenever she manages to get hold of any of the above, she loses no time in taking it straight to her mouth and chewing on it with tooth-less gums. But give her food (which she decides is not tasty enuf), she goes phoooooooooh. i have learned to take it in stride and whenever she starts phooooooh i only try giving her a couple of more mouthfuls before calling it a day. yeah, excellent communication tool - the phooooooooh.
Another interesting news is that Aditi has a new responsibility, one she has given herself. she is the self-appointed 'Head of the Welcome Home Commitee for Santosh'. Whichever room she is in, the minute she hears the main-door being unlocked in the afternoon or evening, she rushes in full speed towards Appa, wearing the hugest smile possible. Mr.Appa can't resist this sight and proceeds to carry his baby thus depositing all the office-germs on the little one. (Nidhi has taken the advice of 'wash ur hands before u touch the baby when u come back from school' very seriously and i never have had to remind her EVEN ONCE). No point in fighting with appa and ponnu, so i just give aditi's evening bath only after appa comes home. Good solution - everyone's happy.
which reminds me how much i have changed since my second daughter was born, rather my parenting style has changed. i no longer bang my head when i get stuck with any problem, just find a work-around. The day i tried to get Aditi interested in a spoon of curd-rice, she screwed up her eyes and scrunched up her face and swallowed it with an what-an-awful-taste look. (and that's when we get the best yoghurt in the world here! what would she do if i get her some pulicha-moru from chennai!). If this had been Nidhi i would've carried her here and there trying to distract her while feeding her curd-rice, gone to the internet to search for 'how to feed ur baby curd rice', banged my head on the wall, discussed with santosh and banged his head on the wall too for good measure, called up my mom, made her call up her mom and so on and on. And with Aditi. Nothing. Zen. i stopped when a couple of more spoons elicited the same reaction. And tried again the next day. With a liberal pinch of salt added to the curd-rice. Lo, the child loves it! World peace...
yeah, me. good mom. smart mom. whatever... but how tempting it is to see Nidhi laze arnd the house with a book in her hand. how nice it would be to lounge abt the house without a care in the world, except what happens next in the story i am reading.
And so, when Nidhi got ready a couple of mins early to school one morning and i was still running arnd getting the lunch-box and breakfast ready, i found her thus(see pic below). Although i felt insanely J of her, i contented myself with just taking a pic.
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