Archive for the ‘The Toddler Life’ Category

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The little things 

July 5, 2017

  

Nearly two weeks back, we just moved to a new apartment. Long day, and the movers left only at about 8.30pm. We were tired and headed out for dinner. Itchy throats, hence we ordered some tea with dinner. Now, you know how when you order a masala tea and many of these places bring your hot water and a tea bag and a milk in a cute little jug on the side? I offered that milk to A. I don’t know what it was, but that just got her RIDICULOUSLY excited. Maybe she reeeeally wanted some milk or maybe she didn’t expect any or maybe she was just tired, but she.just.began.to.jump up and down in excitement and kept yelling YAY MILK!! And man, that scene JUST lifted up my spirits like nothing else. 

This amazing ability to find infinite delight in the little things is probably the absolute best thing about children. As adults we’re jaded, seen-it-all, done-it-all, but being around small children who haven’t yet lost that ability to go batshit crazy-happy over the tiniest things is just ❤️❤️❤️ I wish I could bottle up that moment forever to revisit it and to remind myself to find that sort of joy in the smallest of things. Especially when I’m whining and complaining about something. For now, this sketch and post is the closest I can do 🙂

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Yesterday

May 13, 2017

(Yes, can we just do away with titles for blog posts altogether, please?)

Yesterday was one of those mornings where I started the day with low energy, had cramps and was so tired and wanted to nap by 10. The thought of making lunch made me want to curl up in bed.

Mercifully, around 11, A and I got into bed with the idea of an early nap for both of us. We read for a bit and then began to play the fool.  She climbed onto me as I lay on the bed and generally began to monkey around. We began to roughhouse and mercifully she didn’t jump on my tummy, and as always, it was so much fun. After about 30-45 minutes of this, accompanied by the world’s sweetest sound – that of A’s laughter, of course – both of us felt remarkably refreshed, we got out of bed and I was ready to make lunch.

I prepped for a pumpkin soup and also remembered there was some plain frozen millet khichdi (just pressure cooker millets + dal mixture that I made too much of once and frozen) I had to use up soon. I took that out and reheated it and took out some spinach I’d blanched the previous night and chopped it up.

Now, A began to get quite hungry and sleepy as it approached 1pm. Also, she’d been awake since before 6am, so I decided to make soup later and served the khichdi with some curd. And the plain, blanched (almost burnt) spinach. This child LOVES spinach, for some reason. So she devoured whatever was in her bowl, asked for more spinach (by now I had even given up the idea of adding garlic or some seasoning) and then, kept saying, ‘Thank you for food, Mummy’. And as usual, wanted to know how I had made it and what went into it.

So. Much. Heartmelt. And gratitude.

The way the morning just turned itself around was quite amazing. And I’m so, so, grateful for this sweet, understanding, accommodating and non-fussy child of mine ❤

 

(This post is mostly to remind myself of how sweet this child can be, on days when she’s driving me up the wall :D)

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W: Weirdo

April 27, 2017

Until recently, she would quite willingly pop lemon wedges into her mouth. 

At nights if she wakes up and finds her bedcover in disarray, she wakes up and dutifully tucks it back in, even if she is half asleep. 

For her last birthday, I’d made carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. The cake didn’t turn it great, but frosting was the real icing on the cake. And yet, she didn’t care much for the frosting and gobbled up the cake. 

‘Mummy, why can’t I eat worms?’

‘Mummy, can I eat sweat?’

‘Why can’t I eat mud?’

Yes, this is my very own weirdo from another planet. 

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Q for Questions

April 20, 2017

On a daily basis, I answer an endless stream of questions from A. Some are easy, some I need to think, and for some I tell her I’ll need sometime to think and answer. And then there are those that have me really searching for answers or a way to explain to a 2.5 year old. Like – 

Why is that uncle not wearing a t-shirt/swimsuit at the pool?

Why can’t I go into the girls’ toilet with Daddy?

Why is that uncle not wearing a t-shirt? (at the temple?)

(Still at the temple) Why are they making so much noise?

Why did uncle K get married?

And then things like, why can’t we wear messy clothes? 🙄

And so many more to come, I’m sure. I sometimes wish the toddler phase came with an FAQ section. 

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Pretend-play

April 19, 2017

A has been doing a LOT of pretend play for the past few months. This one though, from yesterday takes the cake.

She picked up a barcode sticker from a watermelon that we bought yesterday, and stuck it on her tummy and kept walking around with it.

‘This is a bandage.’

Okay..

And then she explains, ‘When you were a baby, you were in my tummy, they cut it open to take you out. That’s why I put a bandage.’

🙂

 

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Little Miss Manners

October 21, 2016

She thanks the maid who comes over each morning to clean our house, ‘Thanks for cleaning, M Aunty.’

She thanks me for buttoning her up, ‘Thanks for helping button, Mama.’

She wants to thank anyone who’s  given her something, long after she’s already thanked them for it. She wants to thank them the next time she sees them. 

She eats her favourite pumpkin soup. And says, ‘Nice. Thank you for made soup, Mummy.’

She learns so much just by observing. The other day, I held open a door for her at a restaurant, and she said Thank you, Mummy. I was amazed and wanted to clarify why before I let my head swell up to insane proportions. And she said, casually, ‘for opening the door’. When we’ve never actually taught her to do it.

On the Singapore trip, she watched me navigating through a crowd saying, ‘Excuse me’ and promptly asked me why I said that. I explained. And she filed it away. Only to spring an ‘Excuse me’ on me, two weeks later, when she wanted to get past me. 

She makes my day, at the most unexpected moments in the day. I’m thankful for that. And that reassurance that we, as parents must be doing something right. 

Thank you, darling A. 

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Pause 

August 10, 2016

While my Mom is attempting to make A take her second nap (ha-ha) I’m sitting with a cup of tea, having just set out a loaf of masala bread  (caramelised onion-pudina-jeera-coriander) for its second rise. With the lil missy going through (or starting out?) her phase of terrible twos or what I’m afraid is supposedly  normal toddler behaviour, I haven’t got too many such moments to myself lately, and I want to pause and say thanks to Mom and the universe for this. 

PS: She came looking for me once already and didn’t find me cos I was quite nicely hiding out in the bedroom