tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26315486030827055462024-03-18T08:33:59.840+05:30TinyNLittleAll about my not so little ones, Tiny 8 years and Little 6 years.Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-82973116082867183862014-02-25T09:29:00.001+05:302014-02-25T09:29:16.595+05:30Marathons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I find it hard to understand why I never tried to run any marathon ever before in my life. But as they say "Better late then never..", I did it. I brisk walked the Nitte Meenakshi 5k (December 2nd 2013) and the Pinkathon 3k (23 Feb 2014 kiddie one at that). Yay feeling happy that something which i wanted to do atleast once in my life got accomplished.<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-12608032343718682562014-02-17T12:39:00.003+05:302014-02-17T12:40:18.941+05:30Difference between Below and Under<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We (myself and kids) went to the Lego 3D movie yesterday. Right before the movie started there were a set of ads been shown, one of them was Poshak a popular bridal wear store in Jaipur, i believe.<br />
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Tiny: Amma... Jaipur !!!<br />
The only thing that made her react that way was because she visited Jaipur and the memories are fresh in her mind.<br />
Little: (was eager for the movie to start and impatient at seeing the ads coming one after another)<br />
So what, Keep quiet.<br />
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All the people turned behind to take a look at the boisterous fella and gave a laugh<br />
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Saw a dog sleeping below the car this morning and made a casual comment:<br />
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Little: Amma, not below, remember prepositions, you should say under.<br />
Amma shuts her mouth for that moment but later on checks the web to find that little guy was right...<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-21255543438496160412014-02-13T12:01:00.002+05:302014-02-13T12:07:17.067+05:30Memory Power !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Little who is in first standard was reading his computer textbook. They are learning MS Paint. I was just being around helping him go thru stuff. There was a sentence in the book which said:<br />
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MS stands for Microsoft<br />
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Little: oh, that guy whose name starts from S, who is from Hyderabad, we saw in the news paper last week....<br />
Wait, i will tell you, he is Satya Nadella.....<br />
Did he do MS paint?<br />
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Me: He did much more then that, but you can go ahead and finish this chapter.... ;)<br />
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A day in Singapore Komala Vilas restaurant, we spotted a family from our apartment complex and even before that<br />
Tiny: Amma, that aunty stays in our complex only, i have seen her.<br />
Me: Come on, (did not believe her) , the lady smiles at me and i smile back, we talk and find out that they do stay in our apt complex.<br />
Tiny: See i told you...<br />
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Add a year later..<br />
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Tiny finds the same lady dropping her kids to the bus stop while i was dropping mine...<br />
Tiny : Amma turn back, see that same aunty in Singapore we met....<br />
Me: Perfect Tiny, you remember faces very well...<br />
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She has certainly gone on her dad in this....i tell myself sadly...<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-20701347268584593462014-02-05T10:31:00.004+05:302014-02-05T10:31:40.637+05:30Freedom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Me: Tiny, you need to finish this this and this before you go to play..... (w.r.t her test and homework)<br />
Tiny: Amma, can you give me freedom<br />
LOL my little girl already talks about her freedom...<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-47101005557043842062014-02-03T11:20:00.001+05:302014-02-04T12:29:23.678+05:30Mom's mood expressed as a poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was frowning on a sunday morning with the things that needs to be completed by the end of the day. These were things if escaped from would come back as little monsters and haunt during the week. So my face had a frown. The little guy who came from bath and trying to wear his tshirt looks at my face and says:<br />
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charlie chaplin went to a town
to see amma with a frown
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While revising for a test, I ask Little:<br />
Me: Tell me 2 examples of Beverages?<br />
Little: Coffee hmmmm Wine<br />
Me: Rolling eyes, what???<br />
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The answer was coffee and tea (they were studying a chapter called Plants around us in EVS). This guy already set for teenage, is going to hit me real hard...<br />
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Me: (Next question) Ok, tell me how many colors are there in a rainbow and what are they?<br />
Little: There are 7 colors and i do not need the spellings. I will take out my crayon box and copy from there..<br />
Me: Faints....<br />
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Me: (gets back) Why is earth called a Blue planet?<br />
Little: Because water covers most part of the earth in the form of oceans.<br />
Me: Why only oceans, whereas the book says lakes, rivers, seas and oceans?<br />
Little: Finally everything goes to the ocean right, so i will just mention that one...<br />
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I have a list of things to talk to his mam when i meet her every month one of the saturdays. I put it in a memo app in the android phone, so that i do not forget the points. The Little guy meddles with the phone and deletes the memo items which he thinks is inappropriate. I have not seen him doing that. I head to the school and meet the mam and open up the memo item to just see what all i need to discuss. To my horror:<br />
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The whole memo is wiped off and it reads:<br />
"Sumana is shouting at me sometimes..."<br />
Wonder what he is upto....<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-71903438678688011812013-12-10T16:39:00.003+05:302014-01-14T16:50:17.365+05:30Wild Animals<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The little fella had a test the other day about Wild Animals. When we were revising, i asked him to write a few examples of wild animals. Guess what appears on the list first:::<br />
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My name ;)<br />
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Kids these days....<br />
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The kids address their dad "Hey Dude are you coming early today???" The dad says "Sorry am not your dude, but your dad..."<br />
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We need to reason out everything these days....<br />
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Me: Tiny has no school today. But you do. So lets go for bath.<br />
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Little already upset with the unfairness of holidays at his sister's and his school<br />
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Little: Tell me, why i should always listen to you????<br />
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Me left thinking....<br />
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We were at Amber fort in Jaipur. We climbed up the fort entrance on an elephant. After seeing the fort we got out throught the wrong exit which was called Fateh Pol. We had to get back to the right one (Suraj Pol). Climbing high and low we were tired.<br />
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Little: Amma please call the elephants, my leg is pain. I will wait here.<br />
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As though i am some elephant owner and i can order them just like that.<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-88856802738119539842013-09-10T13:15:00.003+05:302013-09-10T13:17:47.952+05:30Drawing a comparision<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There have been many days in the 1st grade for Little where he has to argue about everything on earth. I get tired coaxing the 2 kiddos to study, participate in sports, culturals etc... The conversation picks up like this.<br />
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Tiny is studying and needs attention when she has doubts. Little does his homework and gets out of the room. I call him to atleast go through what his teacher would have done for the day. </div>
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Little: Not today amma, i am tired... (a big drama king)</div>
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Me: How long does it take to revise the things? Atleast can you do the cursive writing???</div>
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Me: (Would not like to compare kids but he kind of tests my patience) You know Little, your cousin does all the reading/studying once his mom tells him to. Aunty does not need to yell at him at all. You make me scream all the time.</div>
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Little: Amma, that is him and i am not like that... (kind of goes to say each person is different)</div>
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Me: this from a first grader.....</div>
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When he sees some new gadgets / toys with his friends and demands to buy the same, i try to negotiate saying what is the need to buy it? Does it really help you or you want to buy it because your friend has one? I also remind him that toys that are brought out of the #not really needed but my friends have it# buys generally end up in the unused lot in less than a days time and the pile is growing at home. So i coax him telling that may be your friend sees a need and that Little does not. Each person has different needs etc, so there you go that same dialogue comes back to me .....</div>
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-67635069612004792892013-08-07T11:41:00.000+05:302013-08-07T11:41:01.558+05:30Friendship Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First of all though delayed, Happy Friendship to all my friends and visitors to this blog. Never heard of any such days while I was at school, but it is pretty much in vogue right now when my kids are schooling. Tiny and Little went to school that day without any friendship bands. Neither did they ask me nor did i bother to ask. At the end of the day, Tiny had almost 5 in each hand a few from school friends and few from the apartment complex where we stay. Little did not have any.<br />
The little guy was totally upset. Then he throws his tantrums<br />
Tiny: Amma, i need to return the friendship bands tommorrow. Can we go buy??<br />
Little: No Amma, never, you are not buying....<br />
Tiny : Hey if you do not have friends that does not mean, i don't<br />
Little is in tears by now<br />
Little : Then buy me also<br />
Me: Ok come lets go buy<br />
Little: But i don't want to buy (in a dilemma whether to give his friends or not). Nobody gave me one.<br />
Me: May be they do not celebrate in your school da<br />
Little: No Amma, L tied to 2 other boys and I saw R getting from others....<br />
Me: It is ok, you can buy a couple and give it.<br />
Little: No Amma they are not my true friends...<br />
(in tears)<br />
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Tiny: Ye ye Little does not have any friends .....makes him more irritated...<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-84507691150730506712013-07-15T16:39:00.005+05:302013-08-07T13:45:49.703+05:30Random Updates<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyday there are some left overs after getting back from school. So the conversation goes like this:<br />
Me: Tiny, Little, Please finish the food in the lunch box. You know i do wake up early and pack your food and you get it back. It feels bad<br />
Tiny: Ok amma, I will try<br />
Little: If you keep what i like, then i can empty it, otherwise i will get it back....<br />
Me thinking.... What kind of a kid did i give birth to???<br />
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We had been to a wedding reception last night. The stage was thoroughly decorated started off with a salsa dance and what not. The banner on the stage read "Forever Together". Tiny all of 8 questions why they have have that written. I told her that the husband and wife (now the girl and boy) live together after marriage. After we returned home she had a few more questions on the same topic of marriage. In the night while we are on the bed lying and just talking away<br />
Tiny: Amma when will they start living together? Today or tommorrow???
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Hubby says that he needs to go to Sydney on work for a couple of weeks. Tiny who is clearly a daddy's girl is already making a sad face and has a few questions...<br />
Tiny: Appa, when you going? How long? Why are you going?<br />
Little: Appa what will you get for me???<br />
Another couple of days later,<br />
Hubby announces
Kiddo's am not going right now but later...<br />
Now it is turn for the Little guy to put on a sulky face. Ask him why??<br />
Little: Can you go to Sydney, get a boomerang and be back soon??? You promised me one and this is cheating....<br />
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The Little has taken a huge pleasure in doing Origami stuff. He loves making us do the origami stuff watching youtube. And when it does not come out right, be prepared for the yelling session.<br />
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Tiny has taken a huge obsession to make up looks like. We are in Sephora shop in Kuala Lumpur. I was just looking around waiting on the hubby who had gone to look for something. Kids were with me. Little declares that this is a lady's shop and that he is not a girl. Tiny is not to be seen for quite sometime and i go searching from one end to the other. I catch her trying out all the testers be it lipstick, nail polish, lip gloss, eye shadow and the cheek blush. I look at her, she looks like she is part of some drama troupe and she has done it flawlessly...<br />
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Untill last year when Little was in Kindergarten he did not want girls sitting around him. His reason was they purposely shake benches when he is writing or taking notes. And he always complained of the girl T. Now in the 1st standard, the girl also chose the same second language as Little and happens to be in the same section.
One day i found in his a swan made with one sheet torn from a note book.<br />
Me:Why do you tear notebooks to do Origami and that too in the class hours?<br />
Little: Amma, don't touch that, T gave that to me. She has asked me to keep it in my bag always
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-28425460060515207652013-04-04T15:15:00.001+05:302013-04-04T15:15:25.397+05:30In the middle of the night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The little fella wakes up in the middle of the night to say:<br />
Why does the mosquito not bite itself? Why does it bother me???<br />
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We did a little bit of gardening yesterday and since the grill door was wide open they came in and got the little one who sleeps without any blanket on him..He travels to the corner of the bed where the wind of the fan does not reach and gets bitten.</div>
Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-40793366603141096492013-01-10T16:51:00.002+05:302013-04-04T15:15:46.164+05:30New pair of shoes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We have this habit of putting a pinch of turmeric on new sets of clothes. Anything new electronic gadget that is brought, a little bit of turmeric and kumkum is applied and then used. So the Little who observes all this called up one afternoon when i was at work.<br />
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Apparently we had bought him a new pair of shoes for his cricket sessions down in the complex.<br />
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Little: Amma, should i do puja to my shoes with haldi and kumkum or just haldi???<br />
Me: LOL, you do not need to do anything. use it carefully.<br />
Little : But it is new, so i will put haldi now and kumkum later. Bye<br />
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And the phone is banged down.</div>
Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-56371675953190082432012-12-20T22:35:00.000+05:302012-12-20T22:35:51.759+05:30Tiny & News papers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every day i tried to read the newspaper and also kept telling Tiny to do so when she started reading. Especially the block lettered headings. She enjoyed and used to come over to ask questions and meanings of words or the pronunciation. Needless to say i was happy. But today i curse myself. Ask me why, <div>
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Tiny: Amma, Another rape in the city. What is that actually Amma??</div>
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Me: (Not sure whether a 8 year old needs to know the ABC of it.) It is a bad touch...</div>
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Tiny: So that comes in the newspapers everyday.</div>
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This all started after the Delhi Gang rape case. Luckily they are taught in school about good and bad touches and i have kept advising her on the same. But any more questions around this it gets real tough to answer. A few years back we were left wondering how to tell the kids about an incident or how to make them aware of the societal happenings. But today they are reading the paper and come back with questions and all i have is to hold the tongue at a certain point.</div>
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-21330229231170693312012-11-29T08:57:00.002+05:302012-11-29T08:57:36.827+05:30Tiny Tidbits<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was taking the kids to watch "Life of Pi". I had once gone with my colleagues and loved the movie. I thought kids might really admire and hence took them. On the way i was telling them the story briefly. This was mainly to avoid Little snapping every now and then in the movie to ask questions. I don't mind if i have seen the movie earlier but his talks get loud and disturb others as well.<br />
So after he heard the story from me, he asks:<br />
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Little: Amma, Is this a real story?<br />
Me: May be, not sure<br />
Tiny: No it is a fiction.<br />
Me: So what is fiction Tiny?<br />
Tiny: Don't you know? It is just the author's imagination....<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-9301799493236150152012-11-20T10:15:00.000+05:302013-06-05T15:57:37.913+05:30Secret Daughter - Book Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-weight: normal;">Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda is one amazing book of its own kind. Author takes you on a wonderful journey as though you are watching a movie. You never feel like putting the book down. I normally do not write book reviews unless i love the book to such extents. </span>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">The story is about an adopted girl child who wants to know more about her biological parents and loves her adopted parents to the core. The insecurity the mother feels when the kids goes in search of the biological parents is described so so well, i had tears in my eyes. The story line is natural and well written.</span></div>
</div>Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-6789973780597834482012-11-19T13:08:00.001+05:302012-11-19T13:08:10.996+05:30Tiny and her discovery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tiny although little in structure thinks big when it comes to using smart phones any brand any make. These are below findings:<br />
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<li>She says, Amma, there are 3 ways to voice record using your phone. Where as i only know one single route and never bothered others.</li>
<li>The girl knows to switch on Background data and visit Google Play store to download new games. </li>
<li>Opens up browser and uses the Voice recognition to search for Dora and others while helping her brother search for spider man and Hulk and watch you tube videos. Imagine one day when i was just getting ready for work i hear "Hulk and Spider man fighting" many times being repeated in the same fashion. I went to see what was going on. Much annoyed i snatched the phone. I always wonder how i get a 400 rs more always in my bills. Now i know it. </li>
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God bless me and help me save my kids from the early internet usage...</div>
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-46380361577906796912012-11-09T14:11:00.004+05:302012-11-09T14:13:19.593+05:30Gadgets and Hubby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hubby loves playing with new gadgets installing them, setting it up and anything of that sort. My 9 month old LG phone lost its touch. Blame it on the kids this time. Hubby is more then happy to hear this from me. So the conversation goes here:<br />
Hubby: This is the second time he is buying me a phone and so he goes, alright I will buy a new phone for you..<br />
Me: Specifications are mine though<br />
Hubby: Fine, but don't bother about the cost. (All he wants is a gadget to play with here)<br />
Me: So looks like you are done playing with BB and now that you need another to set up.<br />
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So hubby orders the phone and supposed to arrive on thursday. A day late it says online. Friday it is. And that morning: (in SMS)<br />
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Me: Need to go out today evening with the kids. Can you come in early?<br />
Hubby : No reply<br />
Resend SMS thinking he has not received..<br />
Hubby: Wait but the phone is arriving today.<br />
Me: So???<br />
Hubby : Need to set it up<br />
Me: I can do it myself<br />
Hubby: No but i need to make it easy for you...<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-6248173928668303042012-11-09T14:09:00.002+05:302012-11-09T14:12:37.150+05:30Girl Friend Boy friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The other day i was standing in front of the mirror and taking a look at the amount of white hair that have sprouted offlate. Told myself, I am getting older no doubt but still so many ... when the below conversation happens in the other room<br />
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5 year old : Do you know who is my girl friend?<br />
7 Year old : Not sure ...<br />
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5 Year old: P<br />
7 year old: What about C, S etc??<br />
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5 Year old: Only P now...<br />
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7 year old : Atleast you have a girl friend da. good<br />
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7 year old: You know what I am going to call A for my birthday this time. A is my good friend and he is a boy...<br />
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Note: P, C, S, A are their classmates at school.<br />
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I am all serious about how the kids 7 and 5 are running on 13. The dad has a hearty laugh and mocks the ignorant mom.</div>
Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-36232663753240529132012-09-11T10:15:00.001+05:302012-09-11T10:15:11.339+05:30Krishna Janmashtami<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This was on the occasion of Janmashtami that happened over the last weekend. We had the Pooja on saturday and Krishna Arathi, Haldi Kumkum customs on sunday. While i was dressing up for the same:<br />
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Tiny: Amma these bangles look really good. Whose are they? (she has not seen me wearing them earlier.)<br />
Me: It is Paati's (grand mom's) but I am wearing them today.<br />
Tiny : When will you give this to me?<br />
Me: When you grow big, Paati will give you..<br />
Tiny: During my marriage????<br />
Little: No when you have a baby<br />
Tiny: I don't want to become a fattyso.. (Not sure whether such a word exists)<br />
Little: Well, you can have a thin baby like how i am .. Look <br />
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What do you call such brats having convo like this at the age of 7 & 5? I am still wondering as to where the source to all this information lies???<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-66156024273045018902012-09-06T11:50:00.000+05:302013-01-23T16:05:50.530+05:30Little and his Talks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The weekends are crazy in our household. So crazy that the weekdays are better sometimes. People just want to rest including the kids and in order to achieve that, they need to get todo things off the way. One such weekend, after all the late night calls during the week, i thought of getting the kids done with their revision for the weekly tests and relax after which. Little drove me wild angry while in the midst of revisions so much that :<br />
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Me: I just hate kids when they do not listen to their moms at home, neither understand what is told by their mam in school..<br />
Little: I too hate moms who yell<br />
Me : Haan (All this at 5 years 3 months..)<br />
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Another example of how the little fellow drives me crazy<br />
I hid his Mc Queen car since he was behaving real bad that day. He got angry and scribbled over a newly bought activity book knowing that this will cause me more anger.<br />
Me: Wait you will not get your Mc Queen back anyways<br />
Little: You hid my car no, so i will do this.<br />
Me: All silent thinking of what to do next.<br />
Little : Remember Amma, what you do comes back to you.<br />
Me: My goodness, where did you learn this Little? Did you hear anyone talking?<br />
Little: I am just telling you from my mind.<br />
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I am just hoping to go to the Himalayas soon enough then thought. this kid is just impossible to parent.<br />
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Another day, Tiny and Little and myself were hanging around...<br />
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Tiny: Amma today they were telling us about donating our body parts after we die. (in school that is). So when i die amma, i will give my eyes.<br />
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Me: Yes we should all do that.<br />
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Little: Amma, I am going to donate my mouth...<br />
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Swallowing my own saliva, i thought who in this world is wanting his mouth. May God bless them. <br />
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Little who was mostly indoors when i came back from work had to be pushed out to go play with his friends, this upto age 5. I was thinking to myself about how i need to raise this introvert guy. How i need to coax him to get out of the house and make and be friends. For a week we had off at work as part of company shutdown world wide. I was home and slept, ate and played with him. Those days i took him out at 4.30pm and we returned back only at 7pm. He had a ball with his friends and i with my friends chit chatting walking etc. That was it, now we are back to routine and he is out of the house by 4pm on most days. He calls out to his grand mom:<br />
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Little: Paati (grandmom in tamil), give me milk<br />
Drinks in a second superfast....and goes down.<br />
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He has been going to a friend's house say A for a week to play in A's house and sometimes down in the apartment complex to play cricket. I was more then happy to see this change in him and never questioned him. A week later he refused to go to A's house. He clearly told him on the phone that i am not coming. I then questioned him why he was rude and did not want to go to A's house.<br />
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Little: Amma, why should i always go to A's house? Can he not come here to play with me?<br />
Me: Sure he can come, but did you call him home?<br />
Little: No Amma.<br />
Me: Why did you assume he will not come over to play?<br />
My friend A's mom calls up to say that she will be sending him from the next day to our house to play.<br />
Little agreed to which. I wonder how kids of this age whose main intention would be play play and more get to matters like the above.<br />
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Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-67672044847358542262012-08-29T15:12:00.000+05:302012-08-29T15:12:43.427+05:30Kids and my late night calls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyday and i say most days, we have night calls which i would need to dial into. When i joined this company a few years ago it started with 2 days a week for 1 hour 10.30-11.30. Based on day light savings, times used to vary. Then we started having status calls daily for half an hour. Now it has come to a mode where we have atleast 1-2 calls every night ranging from 1-1.5 hours. Ofcourse we do get breaks during India holiday or US holiday and some other days. So this is how the kids react to the whole thing:<br />
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I enter home in the evening say 6pm, take a quick wash<br />
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Tiny: Amma, any call tonight?<br />
Me: Yes Baby<br />
Little : How many? 1..2..<br />
Tiny : When, what time does it start???<br />
Me: 8.30..<br />
Little: But i need my story ok...<br />
Tiny: No amma cheating, tell your manager you are not going to call<br />
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Little : Do only one call amma..and then tell me story...<br />
Tiny : No,,,Amma sleeps with me today<br />
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Then the fight starts...After all their day schedules and dinner, even before i dial in, Tiny is off to her bunk bed and fast asleep..Little waits for me to end my calls and gets to hear a story and we sleep before the dad walks in. So the dad who wants to collapse for the night does so on Little's bunk bed right below Tiny...</div>
Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-51126436571531740692012-08-07T09:13:00.002+05:302012-08-07T09:17:47.114+05:30Friendship day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tiny Little Conversations<br />
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Tiny gets 3 friendship bands of which one was from our neighbour's daughter and the rest from her school friends. Little did not get any from his friends and so was asking Tiny for one. Tiny tried and pacified him in many ways. When things went out of control <br />
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Tiny: Little you know this is supposed to be tied to friends only. We should not tie it to brothers. Also you should be in 3rd standard (since she is in 3rd std) to tie this.<br />
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Another day we were heading off to Little's school for fancy dress competition. There was a huge cow standing in the middle of a small lane. It was to relieve its intestines of the food i suppose....<br />
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Tiny: Look amma, the cow is living babies...;)<br />
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Don't know what made her think babies...<br />
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<br /></div>Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-66285834331792158102012-06-07T09:55:00.000+05:302012-06-07T09:55:06.324+05:30Boys vs GirlsHubby is home real late most of the days from work. Times range from 9pm to early morning next day 4am kind off. There are days when he continuously works for 2 days in a stretch. Around 8.30 to 9pm, TIny picks up the phone and dials her dad's cell..<br />
Tiny: Appa when are you coming home? <br />
Hubby: Will be there in half an hour..<br />
Tiny: Where are you?<br />
Hubby: Am entering NICE road (name of the road)<br />
Tiny: How many kilometers from there to Home?<br />
Hubby:12 kms<br />
Tiny: Is there traffic?<br />
Hubby: Not Much.. What is Little doing?<br />
Obviously the whole convo is on the speaker phone and Little shouts from his room..<br />
Little: Appa I am busy with my laptop [toy one but that has a lot of activities in it] repair. I cannot come.<br />
Hubby : Ok<br />
Little then comes running from the room.<br />
Little: Appa, where are you?<br />
Hubby: On Nice Road and will be entering a local road soon<br />
Little: Ok, Appa... can you stop by Vinayaka [shop name] and get me a few batteries for my laptop?<br />
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Hubby reaches home with batteries and tells me, You son has his priorities right. Tiny's need for us to reach home early and be with her and Little's own world of remotes cars and batteries are so contradicting sometimes....Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-48795310444844996172012-06-07T09:37:00.001+05:302012-06-07T09:38:51.203+05:30Rhyming WordsLast evening I was with my son reading a book on phonics. It did have a few activities in it. He loves such activity books and he took the lead in reading and answering them. He is in UKG now and assuming that he knew what rhyming words meant, i read out a question in the book that said:<br />
Pictures of objects are given. Spell the words and tick Yes if they are rhyming and No if they are not. <br />
There was a picture of a Hen and a Pen. He said them correctly and continued to say:<br />
<b>He:</b> Amma, Hen sings in the mornings but Pen does not sing. So what should i do???<br />
Only then the tubelight in me realised that he took rhyming to mean that which sings. Just then Tiny walks in laughing her heart out<br />
<b>Tiny: </b>Dumbo ....You don't know rhyming words??? Why are you going to school???<br />
<b>Me:</b> Jaws dropped...Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-56506503603797263912012-01-12T08:39:00.003+05:302012-01-12T09:03:02.176+05:30Art of saying NOSpeaking for myself here, I tend to agree upon things sometimes and really end up with having no bandwidth to do the task. It may be a favour or may be something that you own and have to end up giving it to the other. Be it at work or home or social circle it just takes a NO sometimes that can be your savior. But when it comes to the Gen X or Gen Y, i.e our kids generation, I mostly see that the kids say NO when they have to. They are sharing only to a certain extent. They are so choosy about what they want to do at a very young age. They know who can give you what at what times and how to achieve it. But I was proven wrong when it came to Tiny. She does all the above at home and does make her brother Little dance to her tunes. When it comes to her friends, I swear the scene changes totally. <br /><br />Example 1:<br />In our apartment complex, she has tons of friends who actually come home take her new cycle to go cycling. Sometimes they are in the learning phase, but they still use her cycle. Not only that I see Tiny riding some of their old bikes. I ask her why and she says, "Amma but she is my friend...". So.... Why can't you say no?? or just give it for a few minutes and take it back. But that never happens.<br /><br />Example 2:<br />She gets a new pair of slippers. A friend of hers has an exact similar pair like hers but may be a little used. The friend of hers comes with an idea of exchanging slippers and they do that. Few days later she needs a new pair again because it looks old and all worn out.<br /><br />Now my thought is that parents(of the said kids) in the complex all seem to be affordable and easily buy bikes and slippers or things like that. It is not that they cannot. But what upsets me is why my girl has to be so submissive with her friends and do whatever necessary to please them. In general i am trying to teach her in a way i can coax her and also not make her feel bad about anything she has done. I also do not want her to stop sharing and behave like a closed wardrobe. Just that she should learn the art of saying No when she is supposed to.Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631548603082705546.post-36645659225609735662011-12-19T10:52:00.004+05:302012-01-12T08:38:54.487+05:30What do you do when......All parents and mostly moms wish to spend more time with their kiddos. Sometimes it might be just talking and whiling away time or sometimes it may be playing an indoor or outdoor game. Basically to reach an end to anything there ought to be a quarrel between the siblings. It was one such time. I had to ask Tiny to watch POGO. I lead Little to the bedroom since it was time for his afternoon fiesta. I was trying to shift the topic and telling him about where I had gone that morning leaving them (Tiny and Little) at home with my parents. So this was how it went:<br /><br />Me: Little I met this friend X (Tiny's friend) at the Godh Bharai [baby shower function]. She was asking for you and Tiny.<br />Little: <i>After a ten second pause... </i> Amma, Does she like me???<br /><i>A little perplexed look later</i> She kissed me the other day amma.<br /><br />A dumb struck mom does not know how to react...<br /><br />That same evening:<br /><br />Tiny: Amma, you know B (a boy) wrote a love letter to R (girl) (both are her classmates)<br />Me: Haan<br />Tiny : <i>Repeating herself</i> <br />Me: What is a love letter??? Tiny do you know??<br />Tiny: You know he had actually written "I love you" after taring a sheet from the English copy book.<br /><br />I just had to go around looking for a rope...<br /><br />And No we hardly watch any movies or things of that sort along with the kids.Sumanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16894195422278069398noreply@blogger.com4