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Can the boy talk or what?

08/30/2010 10 comments

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).

Well…hello after a very long time!

06/04/2010 5 comments

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.

Vanity fair?

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????

Future plans are very clear

11/03/2009 4 comments

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 🙂

 

Growing up to be….

10/24/2009 4 comments

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.

My son, the sumallist!

08/21/2009 5 comments

By the term sumallist, I don’t mean to say that Naren is a minimalist. He is so very far from that in truth. For him the need to buy something new every single week or even every single day is pretty high. Now, this is not because he is spoilt (maybe a tad bit), but because of the curious nature of this age (I am hoping). He really doesn’t understand money…not that I expect him to, but the fascination is mostly upon the object he is interested in. Take for example the story of Thomas the tank engine. It all started with a pair of those soft shoes, the kind that one wears at home. We bought it, because that was the only model that carried his size. And so the fascination began. He wanted Thomas train tracks, because now he could identify the grinning faced thing on the shelves. So the tracks came followed by Thomas’s friends since Thomas was “sad” being alone (I swear the boy said that) and in came James and Percy. And then a trip to the Thomas train affair where another round of buying Salty and Percy happened. Things quietened a bit. Then came the time to move to his own room! He said, arms crossed, “will go only with Thomas blanket” accompanied by a little pout and pooling of the eyes. Dad being dad, sent Mamma to the store with the boy to do the same and when mother and son came out of the store, the boy was all smiles, since he managed to lay his hands on a Thomas shaped arm pillow or more like a crib mate.

Now, why did I call him a sumallist in the title? ‘Coz everytime he needed a Thomas or his pals, he would say, “Amma please Amma…oru sumall Percy/oru sumall blah blah blah”. But in reality he would want the biggest offering in the store. Now if only I could get that darn grinning Thomas and the extremely happy boy to shift their bases to the crib, I would be the most contended person.

 

One can wish for the sumall things in life, can’t I?

Of balls and….er, read on.

06/16/2009 15 comments

Last evening, I was cooking, while the boy was playing, stopping from time to time, to say something to me. Most of the talk centered around Thomas and friends (that in itself requires a separate post), and I as usual was tuning that particular topic out, ‘coz we hear a lot….I mean a LOT of Thomas this and Thomas that. As I was saying, I was tuning him out and concentrating on the potatoes, which if not continuously monitored, I will allow it turn to ash. He was saying something and because of my stupidity, it sort of went out of bounds. Here is the conversation:

N  : “Amma, ennoda breast kutti kutti ah irrukku”  (My breasts are small)

Me: “Hmmm” (First mistake….I didn’t listen).

Silence for a couple of minutes…the boy rolled away in his motor powered bike.

N: ” Amma…..I love you”.

Me: “Me too baby”

N: “Amma….Thomas breast enga?” (Where is Thomas’s breasts?)

Me: (Still stirring the potato) “Anga thaan irrukkum…poi paaru” (second mistake…I still wasn’t listening) (It should be there…go check)

N : “Ok”

Yet another couple of minutes pass by in silence and I was checking on the sambar.

N: “Amma….unga breast big ah big ah ball mathiri irrukku” (Your breasts look like big balls).

Me: (Mind on a lot of things, suddenly realized what he is talking about and screeches to a halt) “Ennathu? Enna pesara? Amma pathi antha marthiri pesa koodathu…ok?” (What? What are you talking about? You can’t talk this way about Amma).

N: “Ok Amma…sorry.” Without missing a beat, he says this:

“Miss H kku small ball ball mathiri breast irrukku” (Miss H, has small breasts)

Me: “Naren…will you stop that nonsense and go away. Miss H pathi antha mathiri ellam pesa koodathu. Actually, yaarayum pathi antha mathiri pesa koodathu”. (Naren, you can’t talk that way about Miss H or anyone else for that matter).

When I reported this incident to the husband later that evening, he actually  was rolling with laughter and then claimed it was a guy thing (whatever dude) and that it is just the beginning of this obsession and that I should learn to handle this with much more grace. But for me, what came to mind was this,

” Murugaaa! Kali muthidichu da” in MSV’s voice in Kaadala Kaadala. (Lord Muruga! What is the world coming to?)

PS: Should I worry much about this or just treat it as some baby banter? What should I do people? What would you have done?