Really..honestly…can the boy of mine talk or what? He talks so much that some days I cry, I beg, I threaten to throw him in the trash can all for what? just a few minutes of peace and quiet. (En nelamaiyil irundhu partha thaan theriyum ungalukku ellam - you would know what it is to endure this, day in day out, only if you endure it). He is the not the child who will ask questions…he is rather opinionated and will state the facts and tell you to follow what he thinks is right, in all his 3 (almost 4) years of wisdom! Some are interesting, some are thought-provoking and some are mind-boggling. I honestly don’t know what category this one falls under, but trust me when he said this, my jaws were hanging to the floor. So this is what happened.
2-3 weeks back one day, after jumping over his rather dangerous toys ( the kind that you want to throw away after you have crushed to pieces with your bare hands, should you by mistake step on it), I told him, “enough is enough. Please pick up your toys”. No response. I repeated my request. Still no answer. Finally I raised my voice and what does the boy say???? “Mommy, you are a bumble bee”. “Why” I ask, with a confused look on my face. His reply was..”mommy, you are always saying something and it sounds like this…bzzzzz bzzzzz, just like a bee does. That’s why”. And if this wasn’t enough, he walked to the door that leads to the yard, yanks it open and just like you would shoo and bee out, he shooed me out of the door, shut it, dusted his hands and went right back to playing with his toys. Me??? I was just standing there, looking like an idiot with my mouth open. I wouldn’t have known, if a bee had flown inside it.
Well, that was the end to the clean up party, since my ego was hurt terribly and I didn’t want to be called by the name of any other animal. Nalla maattukku oru soodu (a tamil saying which roughly means, a person with a working brain needs to be told only once, to not to repeat a mistake). Kids these days…enatha solradhu…(what to say).
Many fellow bloggers have dropped subtle and not so subtle hints recently, about updating this page. Me? I always promised myself to drop in a line, but never did it, until now. Sorry to all those who have patiently come by and checked this page for updates. I don’t who those 21 people are who stop by and check this page almost everyday, but to them I am extremely thankful.
The reason blogging took a back seat was because, I am actively job hunting which so far has been not so fruitful due to my very limited work experience, before I decided to quit the job in 2006. And of course a gap in employment history doesn’t act in one’s favor too. So I am going to be plogging along looking for something to work out. So until then remember me in your prayers.
Homefront is still the same. Nothing remarkable has happened..yet. As for Naren…well let’s just say, the little said the better Honestly, I don’t know where to begin with regards to his tremendous “growth”. The questions (ah those….parents, I am sure you know all about it) are endless, mind boggling many a time, downright silly and most of all funny! His take on things are amazing and makes you wonder about it.
Kodi’s mom moved to Seattle, and we have now met about 4-5 times (KM if you are reading, correct me if I am wrong) and in her opinion, Naren is a sweet boy and not at all who I project him to be. Well, she hasn’t seen enough of him yet. Naren and Kodi have taken to each other quiet well, with Naren calling Kodi as Anna and Plane papa as Baby. Many days, when he returns home from school the drama begins in this way..
“Amma, I love Kodi anna and he is very good. I loooooooovvvvveeee him and want to play with him. Please can we go to their house? I will share all my things with Baby too…pleeeeeaasssee Amma.”
Throw in a lot of exaggerations in the mix and will tell you why I call this a drama…but I am glad they are cool with each other. Another blogger I met a few times now is Saranya. Let me tell you..she and her hubby are one of the most coolest, down to earth people (so is KM) and Saranya, I am still drooling over those potatoes you made…tried to recreate it and while it came close to yours, it just wasn’t the same. I am glad to have known you both through this blog world. Thank you ladies!
Preschool is fast coming to an end in another 2 weeks after which we are flying out to NJ to spend a couple of weeks with my brother and his family. This will be the first time, the cousins get to meet each other and they are all super excited about it. Planning is already under way to fight a lot, slap each other, hug and kiss and what not. I am looking forward to this meet. Life will be pretty exciting those couple of weeks.
Ok…this is the update in a nutshell. Will come back as soon as possible. In the meantime, stick around and keep well. I have been following many of my favorite blogs and it is good to be in the know. Ta ta for now! and have fun.
I have been long away from this blog that sometimes feels like I have stopped it all together. But no…I have been meaning to update, but then nothing goes according to plan, when there is a little one in the house and then too, it is the end of the year which means there is a lot of wrapping up of things going on…nothing physically, just that a lot of things come to a close. And a new list needs to be planned for the up coming year…not a resolution list, more like a list of things/stuff that needs to be accomplished.
Where did I go? Nowhere! I didn’t go on a vacation or anything…been in and around the house. Let’s tackle this step by step.
Dec 17th: Last day of school for Naren which also happened to be the day of a Christmas celebrations for the parents by the kids. The school is doing this for the first time (they are a 3yr old school) and I must say, that it was a huge hit. Each class performed. The Toddler class, in which Naren is, performed 1 song about the arrival of Jesus, and they practiced it for 2 whole months…all actions and singing included. The boy with his mates walked on to the stage and refused to move away from the microphone and stood next to a pretty little girl. The original plan was for him to stand in the second row, next to a boy from his class. But NO! He has his own plans and so he stood where he wanted to. The lights dimmed and the song started. And he sang and followed directions from the conductor…he swayed, he bounced and he danced. He smiled and best of all…sang. Finally after the song was done, he took a bow that would have put any Prince to shame and waited with his best buddy A, until I picked him up. Since we were asked not to take pictures with flash (as it was inside a closed audi, there would be flash..hence couldn’t get any), as it could distract and scare the kids, no photos, until the school issues the CD.
2 weeks prior to that: The boy was sick…a viral infection that wouldn’t give up for 2 whole weeks. The first week was lots and lots of throwing up, that just took away all of his strength. The second week started with a bang. He woke up one Sunday night complaining that he couldn’t breathe…we rushed to the ER where he was administered the meds and stayed there for a long night and came back home, only to repeat the sequence that night too. And then we went to the Doctor’s office every single day, where he was continuously monitored since his throat was severely infected that was reducing the oxygen that went in. All of this was accompanied by a fever that hovered between 103-105F. At one point we were thinking it could have been the swine flu, but the oppurtunity for the same was less, as he is vaccinated against it. Thanks to a lot of prayers from friends and good wishes, we managed it without any sleep for 5 days. An hour’s worth of shut eye was the only possible break that I got.
That should pretty much explain where I have been since my last post. And now that the little guy is home, not much time to get any blog work done. We are not planning on any vacations even though a lot of friends are doing it or have done it, as I really really want to get some work done in the house. We have been meaning to change the room that is under the stairs, into a pantry/store room for all the stuff that is lying around. And change the current store room into a much more usable room…make it into a working place and fit in a treadmill or any other exercise machine. Lets see. So far, nothing has been done, as the husband is on a vacation at home and that means just a lot of time being wasted in front of the TV and lolling around. I am not sure, I am liking this one bit. I hope to get it done, because it means we have to wait until next year to plan this again. I will update as any work gets done.
Any form of live art such as pottery making, painting and so on can mesmerize me. The new addition to this being, Sand Art. Wow! I am not sure if this has been around a while now, but for me it is absolutely new and as I said, mesmerizing. I can spend hours together watching videos of this performing art. I know dance and singing can also be included in the category of performing arts, but for me personally, it is not as moving as seeing something like this kind of art. I think it is seeing something come alive, giving some form to something as common as sand and spinning a tale out of it, that creates the magic. I took a course on Pottery making in the community college some 5yrs back and one of my most favorite part of the class was observing the instructor throw the clay on the wheel. Creating a form out of a blob of clay was something that made me happy every time. I can’t put down that feeling in words really. Happy comes close to what I felt, but not close enough. When I tried my hand at the wheel….well, lets save that story for another rainy day. I have linked the video of this amazing woman, who’s hands will have to be preserved in nothing but the most luxurious silk and gold and satin and pearls and anything else that will do justice. Her hands move like magic, and she creates beautiful stories..though many of them are about happiness and the ravages of the war, I love the way she creates form after form. Enjoy the video as much as I did! And I hope I can see Kseniya Simonova perform live one day.
As we were getting ready for school one dull grey morning, I asked the boy to come brush his teeth. After the usual biggu/alatal, the boy finally did the task with as much paste being ingested rather than brushed with. Then I washed his face which was followed by a shriek, that jolted the bones into their rightful place in the body and chased any lingering sleep/fog in the brain to any where they can go hide.
Me: “Ethukku ippadi katharey?” (Why are you screaming?)
Naren: “Amma, ethukku face wash pannareenga ennakku?” (Amma, why are you washing my face?)
Me: “Enn?” (Why?)
Naren: “Ennakku face wash panna, naan urrugi poiduven” (If you wash my face then won’t I melt away?)
Me: ***Has a totally stupid look on my face**** “Huh?”
Naren: “Apparom, naan ugly ah irrukamaatena?” (Won’t I then be ugly?) All of his conversations were accompanied by a whine that would have given a violin a run for what it was worth.
I didn’t know how to respond to this, and just force washed the boy’s face and got him ready for school. I still have a stupid look on my face whenever I recall the conversation. Man, vanity surely doesn’t have an age bar, does it????
That is so. For the 3yr old boy who lives with us. On Saturday, which was Halloween day, late in the evening, I asked the boy to march upstairs for his pre-bed bath. He refused (obviously). When asked why, he said, he wanted to watch the movie on TV…which we refused(obviously) since it was the scary kind, that will for sure, make the boy squeeze out pee in the bed. After 5mins of haggling and threatening the boy walked upstairs (since this is not a democracy, he had no choice, right from the start of this conversation), and while in the tub, declared so.
” Amma, I am 3 now. When I am a biiiiggg boy, I will watch all the scary movies and become strong (flexing his arms for added drama and effect) and you will not say anything then. Ok?” I did not answer, but did you think that stopped the boy for a min? Nope. Not at all. He went, “OK???” for the next 10mins, until he squeezed out the OK from my mouth. Little does he know, that it will still not be a democracy, even 10yrs down the line
A week after the little guy turned 3, the little guy put his stethoscope around his neck and proclaimed, “Naan biiiiiiiiiiigggg boy aaanna aprome, Dr.A mathiri, Dr. Naren agaporaen”. (When I am a big boy, I will be Dr.Naren, like Dr. A- his peds).
Approximately 12hrs passed and this time he made another proclamation. ”Naan biiiiiiiiiiigggg boy aaanna aprome, Policeman aagi, Arj, Ank a nalla adi adi podaporaen.” (When I am a big boy, I will a Policeman and I will beat up Arj and Ank - 2 of his classmates, who recently had an altercation with the boy. He has been thought that only Policemen have the rights to beat up other people, especially when someone commits a mistake. I see that the lesson has been well imbibed).
My heart is swelling with pride, that it could blast out any moment now. I see my duties very clearly cut out for me since this seems to be the stage when he can understand that he can be whatever he well pleases to be and I have to introduce him to a lot of professions out there.