Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Toddler vs Mother - Part 02 How to Ginger up the kitchen??

Date - 18/02/2014 04:27
Reminiscing a few old posts that never got posted.......
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A small piece of ginger was sitting on the kitchen granite near Aarav's afternoon snack. He came in the kitchen, saw it and analysed it from afar. For once, I didn't identify it immediately & let him think. He watched the ginger piece from a distance for a few minutes...


And then, just as I was about to pick up the ginger to grate in my tea, Aarav shouted, "Aai.Eeee. Nako. Shee ahe. Two choti shee."

Jui, "But it is clean ginger, no soil.. what is it Aarav??"

Aarav, "Shee ahe. Two shee. Eee. Ja paani aan. Wash wash"

It took me a while to make the connection.
Of alllll the things possible.. he thought someone with a bad stomach stayed in my kitchen and did his business on my Kitchen table top!!! !! 

Groan!!




Identify asap.. before boy equates good food to.. well you know


Monday, 30 March 2015

Toddler vs Father - Part 01 On handling Disobedient Fathers...

Date - 13/05/2014 06:29
Reminiscing a few old posts that never got posted.......
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Kaustubh was getting Aarav dressed up for playground activities today morning. Aarav on the other hand, was holding his brand new VW bus in one hand and clinging on to Kaustubh with the other and oblivious to what Kaustubh was asking him to do, watching television with extreme concentration.

Kaustubh, "Aarav, bus thev. Shirt ghal"

Kaustubh, "Aarav, aik are. Shirt ghal. Bus thev padel ti"

And then Kaustubh just pushed Aarav into the shirt. As predicted, when his hand came out of the shirt, the bus fell down.

Aarav, "Baba!! Sorry mhan. Bus padli".

Kaustubh, "Tu bus padlis, mi nai.Shirt ghal ata".

Aarav, "Nai. Tu bus padlis." And with extra dramatic effects, "Sorry mhaaan. Waa".

Jui, "kay zhala Aarav?"

Aarav turned to me with a big elaborate complaint, "Baba shirt aat. Ani baba ataa shirt mala aat. Bus thevli nai. Baba bus khali padli. Baba waa. Sorry mhan baba."
This is still not good enough. He with gestures clearly explained that while making him wear a shirt, Kaustubh dropped his bus.
:-)
I wish I could pour out my memories on video because that was absolutely brilliant!!




Complaints and more complaints from the little Toddler!!

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Toddler vs Mother - Part 05 On being a Bibliophiliac..

Date - 03/04/2014 11:11
Reminiscing a few old posts that never got posted.......
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Aarav has this habit of wanting to be the 'Good boy' and always wants to be the 'first' one at anything. Its a very useful want!!
So when I need to get him to do anything, I just say - I am going to be the first one to do x or y or z. It doesn't matter what the event is, he always contests and wins!! 

10:20 pm
Time to sleep and we were lying in bed. Aarav had found one of my souvenir tiny books and started looking through it.


10:25 pm
I switched off the lights and got in bed.

Me, "Aarav, bag mi first zhople."

Aarav, "Mi first zhopla."

Me, "Nai, tu book vachtoys. Mi eyes banda kelet."

Aarav, "Nai. Mi eyes banda and book vachto."

Ummm ok...

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In English.....
(Translation is for understanding.. Aarav still is missing out conjugations and conjunctions.. but you guys enjoy :-) )
10:20 pm

Time to sleep and we were lying in bed. Aarav had found one of my souvenir tiny books and started looking through it.

10:25 pm
I switched off the lights and got in bed.

Me, "Aarav, see I'm the first one to sleep."

Aarav, "I slept first."

Me, "No, you are reading the book. My eyes are closed"

Aarav, "NoI am reading the book with my eyes closed..."

Ummm ok...

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Sensible conversations that can even outsmart the mother!!

Toddler vs Mother - Part 04 On being an insensitive bully Mother...

Date - 25/04/2014 10:15
Reminiscing a few old posts that never got posted.......
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Aarav got mad at me yesterday. Now that's not new actually, its a normal emotion that we feel for each other very regularly.
But yesterday he got offended, hurt and mad. A deadly combination.

11:30 pm.
The boy really has a extra reserve of energy that he uses when we try to sleep. So he kept running around and jumping on the bed and me. While the bed is rather kind, I reacted a bit "human-like". 

When he kicked me one too many times, I caught hold of the tiny ping-pong ball of a human, held him in place, picked him up, brought him to bed and tucked him in. And told him to sleep.

Aarav looked at me with big puppy eyes, and then started sulking....

This is how it went.....

So then, I asked him, "kay zhala Aarav?? chidlas ka?"
(What happened Aarav, are you angry?)

Aarav teared up, "hmm."

Me, "ka chidlas bol. Kay zhala??"
(Why are you angry? What happened?)

Aarav was crying now.. with a lot of emotion thrown in...

I held him close and prompted him to speak, "Aarav bol. 'Aai....' "
(Aarav say it... "Aai..")

Aarav, "Aai wa kela. PakadlaUchala. Ani fekla." All with a demo...
(Aai scolded, caught, picked up and threw me away)

Awww.... my baby!! 
I did, but did not really think of it as I was to "catch you, pick you up and throw you!!"




Toddlers see the world differently.. Try their perspective someday...

Toddler vs Mother - Part 03 How to make your point heard...

Date - 25/04/2014 10:15
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Aarav walked up to me and very shyly whispered, "Aai"

Usually we ask him to speak up and properly and loudly. And these whispered words were not in that category... Besides, I was a bit too busy watching the television so I dint reply..

Aarav, "Aaai"
Still on tv...

Aarav said a bit louder, "Aaaaaiieee"
Still nothing...

Aarav, "aaa Aaaai"
Grunted a 'hmm' but dint look at him..

Aarav, "A Jui"

Now that was intriguing, did he just call me by my name? So I looked at Aarav, "ho Aarav, kay?"

Aarav folded his hands and scrunched his tiny forehead in irritation, "Mala potty ali. Uth. tv nako baghu. Chal ooth."

Oh ok. Well it is extremely urgent then... lets go!!!



Pay attention!!

Toddler vs Mother - Part 01 How to teach your Mom a lesson?

Date - 19/03/2014 20:26
Reminiscing a few old posts that never got posted.......
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Aarav has this habit of wanting to be the 'Good boy' and always wants to be the 'first' one at anything. Its a very useful want!!

So when I need to get him to do anything, I just say - I am going to be the first one to do x or y or z. Because I am hungry or thirsty or whatever reason..

It doesn't matter what the event is, he always contests and wins!! And then he gets me to clap for him and say good-boy and wow!!
And both of us are happy!!

Yesterday night 10:30 pm.
Jui, "Mazhe dole damleChote zhalet. Mi aaj first zhopnare."

Aarav playing on the cell phone, "Mazhe dole mothe. Mi zhop nahi. Tu zhop."

Jui, "Aarav mi first zhopu?"

Aarav looked at me with a curious expression. Got his blanket and walked up to me. Yay! I thought I won!
But little did I know, Aarav was now playing 'mom'.
Aarav lovingly held me and then calmly but sternly, "AaiAwaj band. Eyes band. Wa. Light band karu? Zhop.
zhop
Aai Good boy."
Clap clap.

And then Aarav held me wrapped up in his blanket, with one hand holding my eyes closed and with the other back to his mobile game. 




One rule applies to all!! No mobile at bed time for anyone.

Monday, 23 March 2015

Why me God?? Finally answered..

Arthur Ashe, the Legendary Wimbledon Player was dying of AIDS which he got due to Infected Blood he received during a Heart Surgery in 1983!

He received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
"Why did God have to select you for such a bad disease??"

To this Arthur Ashe replied:
50 Million children started playing Tennis.

5 Million learnt to play Tennis.

5 Lakhs learnt Professional Tennis.

50 Thousand came to Circuit.

5 Thousand reached Grandslam.

50 reached Wimbledon.

4 reached the Semifinals.

2 reached the Finals and when I was holding the cup in my hand,
I never asked God
"Why Me?"

So now in Pain how can I ask God "Why Me?"

Happiness keeps you Sweet!!
Trials keeps you Strong!! Sorrows keeps you Human!!
Failure keeps you Humble!!
Success keeps you Glowing!!
But only,
Faith keeps you Going!

I thought this was definately worth a Share..

Sometimes you are
unsatisfied with your life,
while many people in
this world are dreaming
of living your life..



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