The other day at the temple, I was trying to feed my daughter. Next to me, was a mother and her two daughters, aged 6 and 19 months.
The 19 month old is my daughter;s age of course. When I took a break from my feeding, I noticed this mum feeding her daughter. The child was on her lap looking on curiously at the antics of my daughter, who at that moment was playing hide and seek / peek a boo furiously with my saree!
To feed my baby I had to be careful not to strip myself, reach under the palloo of my saree, pop a piece of idly in her mouth before quickly covering her up again, saying, take one mouth and hide.
when I kept the saree off her for too long once, she ran away and screamed at the top of her voice and I had to coax her back into the saree. Then she got tired of this game and ran off to peep through the railings of the fencing at the end of the dining hall.
This entertainng show was enough to keep the other 19th month old enthralled enough to stay in one place and eat.
my sis in law and I ran round the temple feeding our little one.
such different babies there are in the world.
I love both kinds of course but I must admit I have a partiality to the michevious ones who can't stay still - even if I admit it is tiring for us! children should be active and curious - not docile!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thinking of Baby
Thinking of my daughter just makes me happy.
I think of her face, of tracing her features with my fingers, I replay conversations with her, I recall her reactions to things, her words
I love her so.
I think of her face, of tracing her features with my fingers, I replay conversations with her, I recall her reactions to things, her words
I love her so.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
two words together
yesterday, 9 aug 2010, our darling daughter started stringing words together!
And it's such a pleasure.
You should see her eyes light up, as she tentatively tries putting words together and when we react with claps and delighted laughter. the first time she strings them, she does so ever so quietly. And then... when we cheer for her, she says it again, boldly and loudly.
she started saying Pamma Aaya (Padma aaya) and Took Oil, to say she took an oil bath.
she can say take, too.
And she attempted the polysyllabic name Palaniappan - calling out payappan.
to my dad's utter delighted she has been calling him payya payya for the past 3 weeks - that means little boy you know! imagine a toddler calling her grandfather small boy!
Such joy I tell you! Magic. I believe I have used this a number of times.
Then this morning, she was up at 5 am, talking non-stop till 7 am.
She saw her father's chips on the dresser - don't ask why it was there! and she said 'share' for 'chair' . when I pushed the things on the chair aside, I asked if she wanted to sit, and she said stand! and when she was standing, she reached out to get the chips. There is such purpose in her actions.
She also makes such fantastic connections. I read to her about Chicken Licken who wants to tell the king that the sky is falling down, and she runs to locate her nursery rhyme on Sing A Song of Six Pence because there's a king in that verse. So everytime I say "we need to tell the king" she points at the king in the other book. This is intertextuality my friends! one of the keenest pleasures in reading is the connections between texts. texts speak to one another, and my daughter loves to get them to meet!
I realize now that I must hurry and get photos and videos of her! she is growing growing so quickly,. I am missing moments to treasure!
And it's such a pleasure.
You should see her eyes light up, as she tentatively tries putting words together and when we react with claps and delighted laughter. the first time she strings them, she does so ever so quietly. And then... when we cheer for her, she says it again, boldly and loudly.
she started saying Pamma Aaya (Padma aaya) and Took Oil, to say she took an oil bath.
she can say take, too.
And she attempted the polysyllabic name Palaniappan - calling out payappan.
to my dad's utter delighted she has been calling him payya payya for the past 3 weeks - that means little boy you know! imagine a toddler calling her grandfather small boy!
Such joy I tell you! Magic. I believe I have used this a number of times.
Then this morning, she was up at 5 am, talking non-stop till 7 am.
She saw her father's chips on the dresser - don't ask why it was there! and she said 'share' for 'chair' . when I pushed the things on the chair aside, I asked if she wanted to sit, and she said stand! and when she was standing, she reached out to get the chips. There is such purpose in her actions.
She also makes such fantastic connections. I read to her about Chicken Licken who wants to tell the king that the sky is falling down, and she runs to locate her nursery rhyme on Sing A Song of Six Pence because there's a king in that verse. So everytime I say "we need to tell the king" she points at the king in the other book. This is intertextuality my friends! one of the keenest pleasures in reading is the connections between texts. texts speak to one another, and my daughter loves to get them to meet!
I realize now that I must hurry and get photos and videos of her! she is growing growing so quickly,. I am missing moments to treasure!
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