How fast you grow!
Now you are in the spitting phase. You beat up Big M! You shout and protest. You scream. You beg and say NO NO Please.
Peanut has developed a sudden immense obsession with airplanes, so much that he refuses to move from the window at his bedside-the window that showcases his favorite fighter jets.
Growl loves his cars and was particularly taken by grand dad's Buick. Though he likes modern cars. None of the fancy fins of Cadillacs for him!
They follow me into supermarkets these days and yell out at every brand that has caught their eye through commercials. They watch far too much Television and they are extremely observant. Another fetish they have is hiding under sheets and doing the strangest things!
I am tired sometimes, with all this work and writing and learning,etc. But it is a welcome change- this flourish of activity.
Questions and Answers:
What's on that aunty's head?
Thalamanda
What's in your tummy?
Baby
Where is the plane?
In the sky. I want to be pilot. I want cockpit key.
Who do you like?
I like everyone.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Bugs,bugs,bugs
I don't know what it is about you and bugs. You love two books I got you about bugs-mayflies, ladybugs, praying mantis, caterpillars, butterflies, moths.....and an entire book on spiders and the spider silk that they spin out through spinnerets.
You don't get most of the terminology but you patiently listen as I read to you. You also like Thomas the Engine and the story of how he got his own branch line.
Sometimes you tire me with your tantrums and frighten me with your disinterest in alphabets. You still can't tell A from K:) But you can tell a Lamborghini from a Ferrari. SO fair enough. You've proved yourself. And you like Ghajhini and obnoxiously bloody movies, which I tell the husband to stop relaying.
Where do we go wrong as parents? And what about the right things we do...don't forget. I think about that a great deal. Only you would know.
You don't get most of the terminology but you patiently listen as I read to you. You also like Thomas the Engine and the story of how he got his own branch line.
Sometimes you tire me with your tantrums and frighten me with your disinterest in alphabets. You still can't tell A from K:) But you can tell a Lamborghini from a Ferrari. SO fair enough. You've proved yourself. And you like Ghajhini and obnoxiously bloody movies, which I tell the husband to stop relaying.
Where do we go wrong as parents? And what about the right things we do...don't forget. I think about that a great deal. Only you would know.
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