Puddi: "A star be's like this!", drawing imaginary points in the air
Puddi, arguing with me about something, "No, mamma", emphatically, "It doesn't be's like that!"
Bojjandi, after spotting us buying litchis on the way to the club, piteously, then stridently from the back seat, "Gimme teetu! I wan' teetu!"
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
A Very Funny Tantrum
This is a family joke cooked up by father and son – whenever someone sits down to eat in our house, they solicitously ask, "Is your food cold? Shall I vomit (warm it) for you?" and both of them go off into fits of laughter.
Today Chubbocks was really getting it from me for making various promises he had not kept, including reading a particular book within a certain timeframe. I told him I wouldn't hand over the book any more, so he started with his usual tantrum – caterwauling, making wild promises and refusing to eat dinner till he got the book back. It carried on for some time while A and I joined Puddi and Bojjandi for dinner.
Tired of being ignored, Chubbocks would periodically come into the dining room to remind us that he wouldn't start eating dinner till he got the book back. We continued our stoic program of royal ignore. Then Chubbocks came back for yet another pass at dinner, so A told him, "Come and have your dinner now. Enough sulking. See, it's getting cold. Shall I vomit for you?"
Chubbocks was in such a rage by this stage of the evening that he burst out, "That's not a funny joke" and in sheer temper hurled himself out of the room, banging the door shut behind him.
Well, you know what a house is like when there's a baby loose? Sure enough, there was a door guard on it to keep it from banging shut, so the door just bounced a couple times and reopened. The climax of the tantrum was when Chubbocks had to come back, remove the door guard and then re-bang the door to achieve the full effect!
Bojjanji status update
It's been a long while since I had time to blog, one of the perils of working from home. Every minute that you spend on something apart from work is a minute you could have spent with the kids, so nothing else gets done except the absolutely essential.
Bojjandi is turning out to be an absolute delight, and we think God gave us a pretty great present by gifting us this unexpected baby bonus. He is, ( touch wood), a very happy baby, much like his siblings, and has an endless ability to amuse himself. He thinks he is as big and capable as them so whatever he sees them doing, he must follow suit. Climbing up the slide rather than its steps, jumping off from the center table in the drawing room, feeding himself...He's also a very physically active baby so he spends the whole day running around, now jumping, now climbing, now sliding down a chair..
He has latched on to Teletubbies like his siblings had, so every morning after he's had his milk, he imperiously waves his fat, chubby fingers and makes beckoning gestures at me, "Mamma! Yaya-po, c'mon." If I continue to ignore him and read my paper, he gets more impatient. "Mama! gi'up, c'mon, Yaya-po c'mon!" He watches the Teletubbies portions in fascination, though he gets bored with the bits wherein they show other children. For a while, he imitated the baby sun, and he'd say, "Baby! Erghhh" like the baby sun says in the show, and chortle madly. He is quite obsessed with teletubbies and left to himself would watch it all day. If the powe rgoes off while he's watching, he comes running out of the family room with the TV remote in his hand, saying 'Yaya po finish!", asking us to switch it on again.
He has become quite the communicator, out of sheer self-defense in this vociferous household. He is very clear about what he wants and will belligerently ask for 'paani' or 'dudh dido', 'totti dido' (toffee de do), 'duy' (dahi) at all times of day and night. The other day he was creating a fuss over his breakfast and then suddenly started screaming, "Bangu" when the maid put down a cut melon on the table. It took us a while to figure out that he thought it was a mango. Given his hectic prancing around, he tends to get hurt quite a bit so all day you can hear plaintive "kag gai" ( lag gayi) from him. But before you can do more than kiss the hurt, he's up and off again.
He was pretty frantic when I was away, because unlike the other two he's not old enough to understand what happened and where I went. So he would spend the day endlessly asking where I was and running to the door each time the bell rang, "mamma aaya!" Whenever I spoke to him over the phone, he'd get all excited and then refuse to hand over the phone to anyone else, partly because I think he expected me to appear out of it anytime, as if we were playing peekaboo. He'd keep saying "mamma, hayo mamma" over and over, and it was heartbreaking for me to have to end the conversation.
It's really been wonderful to watch each new stage of his development and I don't know whether we were like this with each of his siblings or because we know he's the last baby we'll have, but each new thing seems to be so poignant, I keep wishing we could freeze time and have it last a little longer.
Bojjandi is turning out to be an absolute delight, and we think God gave us a pretty great present by gifting us this unexpected baby bonus. He is, ( touch wood), a very happy baby, much like his siblings, and has an endless ability to amuse himself. He thinks he is as big and capable as them so whatever he sees them doing, he must follow suit. Climbing up the slide rather than its steps, jumping off from the center table in the drawing room, feeding himself...He's also a very physically active baby so he spends the whole day running around, now jumping, now climbing, now sliding down a chair..
He has latched on to Teletubbies like his siblings had, so every morning after he's had his milk, he imperiously waves his fat, chubby fingers and makes beckoning gestures at me, "Mamma! Yaya-po, c'mon." If I continue to ignore him and read my paper, he gets more impatient. "Mama! gi'up, c'mon, Yaya-po c'mon!" He watches the Teletubbies portions in fascination, though he gets bored with the bits wherein they show other children. For a while, he imitated the baby sun, and he'd say, "Baby! Erghhh" like the baby sun says in the show, and chortle madly. He is quite obsessed with teletubbies and left to himself would watch it all day. If the powe rgoes off while he's watching, he comes running out of the family room with the TV remote in his hand, saying 'Yaya po finish!", asking us to switch it on again.
He has become quite the communicator, out of sheer self-defense in this vociferous household. He is very clear about what he wants and will belligerently ask for 'paani' or 'dudh dido', 'totti dido' (toffee de do), 'duy' (dahi) at all times of day and night. The other day he was creating a fuss over his breakfast and then suddenly started screaming, "Bangu" when the maid put down a cut melon on the table. It took us a while to figure out that he thought it was a mango. Given his hectic prancing around, he tends to get hurt quite a bit so all day you can hear plaintive "kag gai" ( lag gayi) from him. But before you can do more than kiss the hurt, he's up and off again.
He was pretty frantic when I was away, because unlike the other two he's not old enough to understand what happened and where I went. So he would spend the day endlessly asking where I was and running to the door each time the bell rang, "mamma aaya!" Whenever I spoke to him over the phone, he'd get all excited and then refuse to hand over the phone to anyone else, partly because I think he expected me to appear out of it anytime, as if we were playing peekaboo. He'd keep saying "mamma, hayo mamma" over and over, and it was heartbreaking for me to have to end the conversation.
It's really been wonderful to watch each new stage of his development and I don't know whether we were like this with each of his siblings or because we know he's the last baby we'll have, but each new thing seems to be so poignant, I keep wishing we could freeze time and have it last a little longer.
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