Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Peapod @ 2years-2months & Jellybean at 23 months

The Peapod's current favourites are her puzzles and books.

I bought her 2 wooden jigsaw puzzles, one which is a duck made of 8 blocks and then a couple of teddy bear puzzles. These are the only ones that appealed to my adult mind as jigsaw puzzles. I realized latter, it was difficult to get her started. I spent some time in the mornings doing the puzzle & showing it to her initially. She picked up and seemed quite interested latter on. She was quite busy for a few days untill she had mastered it all. It was fun to see her sit with it, turn the pieces around, trying to fit them in and many times she would be throwing the pieces and the wooden board around in frustration. My sister bought a couple of more puzzles of various shapes from local train vendors in Mumbai. The ABCD puzzle with 26pieces used to keep her occupied for a long time. I could actually flip through a magazine while she was at it. With every day, she is getting faster and I am wondering what to get next? Since I have never done or seen kids do jigsaw puzzles so young, I was very amused and am proud of my bacha.


Books. She loves her books. Whenever we buy books for the peapod, the grandparents are wondering if we are planning to get her to graduation directly. She has around a dozen books. To add to it when P returned from his onsite, he bought more books. I hid all of them and introduce one book at a time. Reading peapod a book during her bedtime was something I looked forward to when she did not seem to show much interest or around the time she had just begun to pay heed. These days I dread the bed time for the book reading. why you ask?

When I summon her for bed, she immediately starts pulling drawers, frantically searching for her books chanting "endiye..endiye"(where..where) and would tuck a book under each arm, then 2 in her hands and hug on to 1 or 2 and dump them all on the bed. I have to read each and set them aside. I yawn, pretend to sleep, try to skip pages, but none work. Sometimes I even switch off the lights but she would still make me read and enact ALL THOSE BOOKS. She has a color book, which she loves. After the lights are off, I just keep blindly mumbling stuff to get to the end of each book as fast as I can in between yawns and tears and blurred vision. So when the color book goes up in the dark, I flip through each page and she will say "black" each time. Let me see if I can click a snap of her going to bed with all those books balanced on her little frame.

The jelly bean on the other hand is not interested in puzzles or books. She knows to place a couple of pieces here and there but would never sit still to complete a full jigsaw. She watches the peapod though while she is building them. Books, she will just stay quiet the whole time the book reading is going on but would never want to SEE the contents of the book except for a few random glances. But she surprises us by pointing out to 'Abacus' in a word book and I am left wondering, how come?. She is more interested in holding on to small, tiny-weeny things in both her hands like buttons, crayons etc and keeps checking them every 10 mins interval. She knows how many she is carrying and no body can fool her with the number or color though she can not count in numbers or name the colors. The other thing about her is, you can ask her where is the toy she was playing in the morning and she can go and point to it under the bed or behind the sofa. The peapod has no such recollection. She will just act all innocent, as if she has no clue what am I talking about.


(They are selling potatoes. They roam around shouting "potatowala..potato")

The Jellybean, when she arrived was a clinger, would cry at the drop of a hat, and was a shy child. The peapod, in her bad moods would actually hit her, scratch her and all she would do was cry and yell back. Now, she hits back and because she retaliates the peapod is more careful. So overall the hit and scream have reduced a lot. Jellybean is still not very out-going but if you have met her twice and you encourage her, she would gladly come and join you in.


(There, raiding my dressing table)

They both start dancing around even to the music blaring in the streets. They can sit beside each other play their own stuff. They will exchange toys after a while. Both can say "pleashe" and "tanku" and charm you endlessly. They even imitate the other crying and make fun of each other.

Friday, May 16, 2008

The story of the Please and the Crow

Like I said earlier,ever since the peapod started walking and discovering new heights in the house, I was always pleading before I ran out of patience and would smack the little butt. I was tired of the pleading business and the smacks which got us no where. More effective measures were required for the little terror that did not understand "No" or ignored my sterns like I was the mouse in the house who had no business acting strict or stern. A variation of the "Time out" started getting me the desired effects. Since staying still in a confined space was not a concept that could be taught easily to these tods, I used to just lock her up in a room for a minute. She would cry, howl for a minute and come out and be a good girl. She would clean-up or the message of no hitting jellybean was drilled in. I don't remember when was it exactly I stopped using "Please". But these days the "Please" has come to haunt me.

Girls: Mumma choclate
Mumma: You just had 2, we will have after dinner now.
Girls: Mumma please (with the head tilt, just like how I used to do it)
Mumma: No Kuttu
Girls: Mumma please ..please ..please.

Girls: Mumma duck quack quack(for the 10th time)
Mumma: Three little ducks that I once knew...
Girls: Mumma duck quack quack
Mumma: No Kutta, Mumma is tired.
Girls: Please ....Please duck quack quack

Mumma: Kuttu please keep the spice dabba back
Girls: Please Mumma ...Please

I still have to figure out how to deal with the "please" and not refuse all their pleads, least tomorrow they turn the tables back on me.

My sister is very found of crows. Her solution to all problems are crows.

Kids: Mumma choc late
Sis: The crow took it away (with a lengthy description of how the crow flew in when they weren't looking and how it flew away.)

Kids: endiye...endiye (after the spice dabba went missing mysteriously when they had just looked away for a second.
Sis: Oh the crow came and took it away.

Now the crow haunts her

Sis: Where is the spice dabba you were playing with
kids: Kaka poi (the crow took it away)

Sis: Where is my Dupatta you were playing with
kids: Kaka poi

The crow story is always narrated only to my sister never to me and I am always countered with Please. They play really fair. Such brats I tell you.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Does that mean we are ok for now?

We spent the entire morning cleaning. I was rearranging and making a new space for the CDs. The peapod and the jellybean sat with me on the bed handing me a CD everytime it was their turn. I sorted them, categorized them and stacked them. Once done, I had a huge CD case full of just softwares and backups of stuff I did taken everytime I was travelling. The huge CD case went into one of the small lower cabinet in our room. Latter in the day, the peapod pulled open the cabinet and picked up the CD case. When my sister caught her in the act, she yelled out to me. Immediately the peapod, pulled open the cabinet and put the case back. When I entered the room, the peapod stood in front of the cabinet with a naughty dimpled smile.

The peapod turned over her toy basket while looking for something. The toys were scattered all over, some under the table, the sofa and the bed. In the typical mummy-style, I put my hands on my hips and told her firmly to put the toys back and clean up the room. She stood there, looking else where as if she did not hear me. I did not move. I carried the 'I-am-damn-serious' expression on my face. She tried to sneak away under the pretext of water. I repeated, she needed to cleanup first. She looked at me and then slowly picked up all her toys and put them away.

I have struggled to discipline the peapod and at some point I think its just too difficult to discipline somebody so tiny and who has a mind of her own. She is not totally there yet but we'll get there...slowly....togather.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

In the Peapod language ......

Our Aunty upstairs has been singing 'ABCD..' to the kids from her window for the last week. I haven't paid much attention to ABCD yet, though she does a ABCD puzzle but that is just putting the pieces here and there. Today morning,
Aunty to the peapod - Say ABCDEFG (in that age old tune we generally sing it where "lmnop" happens twice)
Peapod sings - AB'Chi'D Ammachy
(EFG probably sounded to her like Ammachy)



I was singing "Rejoice in the Lord" to the peapod yesterday

Mumma: Rejoice in the Lord always ...... Rejoice, Rejoice and again I say Rejoice
Peapod: Mumma, Sharon Sharon
Mumma(guessing this was coming): Sharon in the Lord always..... Sharon, Sharon and again I say Sharon
Peapod: Mumma, Rejoice



The kids were watching the nursery rhymes for the umpteenth time. "Its the 3rd rhyme, BA BA Black sheep. Once that is done, the light goes kaput.

My mom starts singing: Ba Ba black sheep, have you any wool, yes sir yes sir, 3 bags full.
Peapod: One for Sharon, one for peapod
Mumma: and one for
Peapod: Ammachy
Peapod: Mumma Ba Ba
Mumma starts now: Ba Ba black sheep ....3 bags full
Peapod: One for Sharon, one for peapod
Mumma: and one for
Peapod: Mumma
...and I have to sing this till she is done with Dada, Appachi, Ammachy and everyone she remembers.



The current favourite rhymes are "Three little ducks that I once knew" and "I am a teapot". On a day I got up from the wrong side of the bed, I hoped around with actions to these rhymes to amuse them. And guess what now, everytime there is a demand to sing this I have to hop around silly else it is not acceptable and they will bawl till its unbearable. I dread they bringing up the "farmaish" when I am famished or trying to laze around with a book.