I wrote about his first attempt at writing his name a few days ago (last year!) and since them he has been regularly writing his name, each version cuter than the other, and my BLASTED camera has stopped working! Injustice!!
Friday, January 1, 2010
Conversations with a four year old
Santa Claus brought Ashwin a tool set and when we came back from our Christmas break in Exmouth (That will be a separate blog entry), he promptly assumed the role of bob the builder. He was having breakfast with us when he said he also has a son, just like me.
Who's your mother, I asked him.
No one. He replied emphatically. I growed up big all by myself you know.
But whose thoppah did you come out of?
I was inside a machine and then the machine PUT me down.
This is what is Deiva Piravi I suppose.
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Later that day, while still being bob, he told me he has two sons. The first ones name is Ashwin and the second one is also called Ashwin because he likes the name Ashwin very much. I wanted to show him the complication of naming his two sons Ashwin so I asked him, if you say, Ashwin, come and have yummy breakfast, who will come?
Both will come, he replied.
If you say, Ashwin, go and check post, who will go?
Both will go.
If you say, Ashwin! Go to the naughty boy corner, who will go?
No one will go because they both don't like the naughty boy corner.
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Later in the day, while still being bob, he wanted to call a customer, so I lent him Raghu's phone which had no credit in it. He randomly punched in some numbers and pressed call. A pleasant voice came on to tell him he had no credit to make calls blah blah blah.
After asking me who it was for a few minutes and not getting a satisfactory answer, he turned to the phone again:
But, what's your name?
Are you the police?
Still getting no answer, he offered me the phone, Amma, could you PLEASE find out if this is the police? I said no, I was afraid if it is the police. So he offered: If it is the police, you QUICKLY press the red button, okay?
My life is just getting more and more interesting by the day!
Who's your mother, I asked him.
No one. He replied emphatically. I growed up big all by myself you know.
But whose thoppah did you come out of?
I was inside a machine and then the machine PUT me down.
This is what is Deiva Piravi I suppose.
....................
Later that day, while still being bob, he told me he has two sons. The first ones name is Ashwin and the second one is also called Ashwin because he likes the name Ashwin very much. I wanted to show him the complication of naming his two sons Ashwin so I asked him, if you say, Ashwin, come and have yummy breakfast, who will come?
Both will come, he replied.
If you say, Ashwin, go and check post, who will go?
Both will go.
If you say, Ashwin! Go to the naughty boy corner, who will go?
No one will go because they both don't like the naughty boy corner.
...........................
Later in the day, while still being bob, he wanted to call a customer, so I lent him Raghu's phone which had no credit in it. He randomly punched in some numbers and pressed call. A pleasant voice came on to tell him he had no credit to make calls blah blah blah.
After asking me who it was for a few minutes and not getting a satisfactory answer, he turned to the phone again:
But, what's your name?
Are you the police?
Still getting no answer, he offered me the phone, Amma, could you PLEASE find out if this is the police? I said no, I was afraid if it is the police. So he offered: If it is the police, you QUICKLY press the red button, okay?
My life is just getting more and more interesting by the day!
An aside: It took me 20 minutes to write this entry. Why? because my cheely monkey, otherwise called Divya, kept leaning in and pressing delete and home as I was typing. Cheek monkey indeed...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Welcome to the catwalk... aka. My Friday shopping spree
Meet fashionista Divya take on the catwalk (or should I say catsit) at 7 months of age...
No male models, you may ask... Where's your patience I may reply..
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| Pretty in tulle |
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| Serious island look |
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| Just ... CUTE |
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| Sweet baby fashions... |
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| Let's go for casual and comfort... |
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| A supermodel needs accessories ... |
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| Merry Christmas! |
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| Nothing beats classic country |
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| Well.. except this maybe... |
No male models, you may ask... Where's your patience I may reply..
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| Mr. Cute |
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| Cool casual |
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| Let's rock and roll... |
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| The model strikes a pose... |
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| Is this cute? |
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| Hi there.. Wanna hang out with me? |
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Images in my mind
I take numerous photos of Divya, and with that girl growing cuter and cheekier by the day, it is hard to pick a favourite. There are the other type of photos though which are never captured by the camera. The ones that last for about 1 second and are imprinted in my mind forever. Those that I can see with my eyes closed at any time. These are my favourites.
There's the one where I dressed her in a pretty blue dress with white polka dots and a red bow placed tantalisingly under her chin. She looked lovely! I put her down in her cot dressed like this and fast asleep. When it was time for her to be awake and I didn't hear a sound, I went in to see what she was upto. There she was grinning at me with the ENTIRE big bow stuffed into her mouth and chewing on it as if it were the most delicious thing she ever came across.
There's another one where I strapped her in her car seat with a pretty hat on that pretty head, one with straps that fastened under her chin. I opened the boot to put something in and saw my very satisfied child who had managed to undo the strap of her hat and had pulled it such that the strap fell directly over her forhead into her mouth and she was making a sumptuous snack of it.
Then there's the one in the bath which is full of colourful toys but the object of her fascination was the cap of her bath oil. She fidgeted with it for a bit and then turned to look at me with a question in her eye and her mouth crammed full of this little cap: What should I do next, I can't exactly chew this?
The most recent one was captured towards the end of her feed when she decided to bite. Her little hands made tight fists as she bit hard and her eyes had the glint you can only have when you have planned something evil and executed it to perfection.
These are my favourite photos of my cheeky monkey!
There's the one where I dressed her in a pretty blue dress with white polka dots and a red bow placed tantalisingly under her chin. She looked lovely! I put her down in her cot dressed like this and fast asleep. When it was time for her to be awake and I didn't hear a sound, I went in to see what she was upto. There she was grinning at me with the ENTIRE big bow stuffed into her mouth and chewing on it as if it were the most delicious thing she ever came across.
There's another one where I strapped her in her car seat with a pretty hat on that pretty head, one with straps that fastened under her chin. I opened the boot to put something in and saw my very satisfied child who had managed to undo the strap of her hat and had pulled it such that the strap fell directly over her forhead into her mouth and she was making a sumptuous snack of it.
Then there's the one in the bath which is full of colourful toys but the object of her fascination was the cap of her bath oil. She fidgeted with it for a bit and then turned to look at me with a question in her eye and her mouth crammed full of this little cap: What should I do next, I can't exactly chew this?
The most recent one was captured towards the end of her feed when she decided to bite. Her little hands made tight fists as she bit hard and her eyes had the glint you can only have when you have planned something evil and executed it to perfection.
These are my favourite photos of my cheeky monkey!
The question
At 5:15 am on Sunday morning, the one day that Raghu can dream about sleeping in, Ashwin turned to him and said:
Appa, I have a question for you.
What? Responded Raghu sleepily.
What does Banana start with?
Appa, I have a question for you.
What? Responded Raghu sleepily.
What does Banana start with?
How did I get an arabic child?
This is the first time that Ashwin has attempted to write his whole name. This is a birthday card he has coloured for his friend Havish.
He started with A on the right of the page, made what he deemed to be an S, added a H, and an adorable W, inserted an I where he could find place and then had to put the N on top.
My baby boy is writing!
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| From blog |
L is for Elephant
My little boy has started to understand phonetics and this time for real!
What does bat start with? Bat. Ba. He says to himself. B! With a well warranted smile of pride spreading accross his face! He can work out words beginning with B, P, D, G and many more! How far he has come from just a few weeks ago!
His favourite game these days goes like this:
If my name started with M, what will I be?
Mashwin. Mashwin, letting it roll on his tongue. If my name started with K, what will I be?
Let the learning begin!
What does bat start with? Bat. Ba. He says to himself. B! With a well warranted smile of pride spreading accross his face! He can work out words beginning with B, P, D, G and many more! How far he has come from just a few weeks ago!
His favourite game these days goes like this:
If my name started with M, what will I be?
Mashwin. Mashwin, letting it roll on his tongue. If my name started with K, what will I be?
Let the learning begin!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
sandcastle
Ashwin goes to a story and craft session called bookwork in Karratha and they do the most amazing crafts. Since I am a mean mom and can't imagine saving up the pileload of crafts that come home with him, I have decided to scan them and save them here for him in this blog. So here's the first one.
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| From blog |
Painted with ice cube and sand castles dipped in actual sand. Isn't it lovely?!
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