Chiku's and meme's birthday month. Chiku is going to turn 4 years soon and meme is always gonna be 35 years :) (ever-green).
Things that chiku says and does has to be a separate post (cos the list is very long).
Things that Chiku and Meme do together are here.
ACT 1:
Meme : 'तुमहरा नाम क्या है?'
चीकू : 'मेरा नाम डोरेमोन है।' और तुम्हारा नाम क्या है?
मेमे : 'मेरा नाम नोबिता है'
This goes on forever
ACT 2:
चीकू : 'अम्मा तुम आंटी हो और मैं डॉक्टर हूँ '
मेमे : ओके बाबु डॉक्टर डॉक्टर मुझे चेक करओ मैं बीमार हूँ
चीकू : क्या हुआ आंटी तुम को tउम कों बुखार है, पेट दुःख रहा है
मेमे : हाँ डॉक्टर
चीकू : एक इन्जेक्तिओन दूं क्या?
मेमे : नहीं नहीं डॉक्टर मुझे डर लगेगा न
and chiku pretends as if she is giving injection and meme pretends as if she is hurting n cries and chiku gives a big roar of laughter.
ACT 3:
Meme makes knocking sound.
Chiku : Whose that Amma?
Meme : Bui baba
Chiku : What bui baba do's
Meme : Bui baba is saying 'Aunty, Chiku hai kya??? main usko kachi kachi karunga' (as in i will bite her)
Chiku : No no amma, bui baba will kachi kachi u
ACT 4:
Chiku taking the pencil box in her hand and pretending its a mike and asking amma to speak in it.
Meme : Namaskar. Main airindia ki airhostess bol rahi hoon. Sab ka swagat hai. Aur sab baith jayiye. Aur apni peti bandh lijiye.
And then both burst out laughing.
I think and I strongly believe my mum entertains Chiku more than I do. I am forever disciplining her.
ACT 5: (this is as latest as yesterday 13/09/2011)
Chiku roaming around with her dark glasses. She looks really pretty with her glasses on. Then she made meme wear them.
Meme, after wearing them, pulled a lil lower so that chiku cud see her eyes.
Meme : मैं कौन हूँ
चीकू : तुम कौन हो
मेमे : मैं डाकू हूँ
चीकू : तुम डाकू हों!!!
मेमे : हाँ मैं डाकू हूं हा हा हा
Chiku : What daaku dos??
Meme : ahhhhhhhhh...(surprised!! what to say next)
So instead she laughs out loud. Then they both laugh.
13 September, 2011
Bond
Chiku was very touchy when I was expecting sunny. Here I was 6 months pregnant and my daughter requesting me to pick her up. Poor kid, she was just 3 years old, we had just celebrated her b'day. I didn't know how big she had grown till I picked her up. Her legs were dwindling on my 'sunny-filled' tummy. We were quite skeptical as to how this child will react to the new sibling. Sibling rivalry was penetrating so strongly out of the clouds.
But its so different now. Today, though Chiku might have tears in her eyes, but if Sunny is crying, she affectionately calls out to him and pacifies him.
Just this morning she was making him laugh and run. Now that he can crawl faster, Chiku was running from one end to another, she was challenging sunny to follow suit. Sunny was making attempts to follow her, but he would be half way through by the time she reaches the other end.
If sunny got stuck, while trying to turn cos of cushions around him, she would hold him and help him to turn, or while he is sleeping she would put cushions all arnd him so as to prevent him from falling.
The fan following is mutual. Sunny is equally smitten by things Chiku does. He watches her smile, watches her closely when she is talking, keeps staring at her when she is dancing or studying or writing or reading or playing with her toys or just lying down, tries to reach her whenever she is moving from one place to another. So smitten that he has picked up her habit of sucking his fingers, chiku sucks 2 fingers from her right hand and sunny sucks just the index finger from his left hand.
I hope they bond as they grow and bond well, become friends for life, like I have my brothers and sister.
But its so different now. Today, though Chiku might have tears in her eyes, but if Sunny is crying, she affectionately calls out to him and pacifies him.
Just this morning she was making him laugh and run. Now that he can crawl faster, Chiku was running from one end to another, she was challenging sunny to follow suit. Sunny was making attempts to follow her, but he would be half way through by the time she reaches the other end.
If sunny got stuck, while trying to turn cos of cushions around him, she would hold him and help him to turn, or while he is sleeping she would put cushions all arnd him so as to prevent him from falling.
The fan following is mutual. Sunny is equally smitten by things Chiku does. He watches her smile, watches her closely when she is talking, keeps staring at her when she is dancing or studying or writing or reading or playing with her toys or just lying down, tries to reach her whenever she is moving from one place to another. So smitten that he has picked up her habit of sucking his fingers, chiku sucks 2 fingers from her right hand and sunny sucks just the index finger from his left hand.
I hope they bond as they grow and bond well, become friends for life, like I have my brothers and sister.
Here comes...
Sunny...
He is going to be 6 months in a couple of days. Time as usual flew out of the window. From the time he wailed his lungs out, nights together, to today when he smiles at me when I talk to him, its just fascinating to see him grow so quickly and I still marvel at the discovery of new things about him, about me and everything about children, in general.
I am just reliving the day. March 12th was the date given for Sunny boy to arrive, when we went for checkup(one of the very few checkups that Su came for unlike during Mummu;s time when he was around all the time) the doctor was like its still not time, but yes anytime the baby should arrive. We were getting a lil agitated cos the doc kept saying 'not yet' for the next couple of days and kept saying that 'you should shift to vashi least there should be an emergency'.
And I was just not ready to park myself at anjies place least it should be incovenient for everybody. Finally on March 18th the doc was like, oh you are ready, if we induce you the baby should be delivered by end of the day.
Su, was so happy to hear that and he readily sided with the doc. We went for a quick lunch and in the meantime called up Amma, Chiku didi, Mama, Anne(tte mummy), Anklets, Anjie to tell them that the time has arrived. Went back to the hospital and on the way I became quiet. Su thought I was scared. WEll, I was actually recounting the previous incident of labour induction, and the process that went alongside it. WEll, honestly, I was recounting all the 'painful' times and trying to revise the breathing exercises. We reached the hospital at 4pm, after the first few painful processes, the nurse for a change advised me to walk as fast and as much as I can(which wasn't the case last time around. Mummu's time she just wudnt let me get up from the bed). Till 7 pm, the contractions were quite feeble n bearable and thankfully the hip exercises were relieving me of pain.
Anjie, came to visit me(that was very sweet) and whilst we were having a conversation(she asked me my age), I got a contraction. I don't know which one was more painful the contraction or the age question ;) . Anjie quickly decided to leave. It was 8 pm and the nurse again came to check. No progress. At this point, she made a general announcement that the baby will arrive only tomorrow. The maushi's were getting ready to leave for home. The other nurse had relaxed and ordered for some food and the doctor was informed. I was disappointed. To me it meant enduring the pain through out the night and being very tired on the baby's arrival.
But things were soon to be changed. 9pm everything changed. The nurse checked and was hurrying me to get up and start walking to the operation theatre. Mind you I walked to the OT(it was actually 10 steps away but I did walk. Mummu's time I have no memories of how I reached OT). Infact this time I walked on my own, from my room to the entrance of the OT and just when I was struggling with the door, the nurse shouted at the maushi to say 'how can you not help the patient?'. Once inside there was a big surprise for me. The OT was not ready, assuming the baby was only gonna arrive the next morning, nobody made any preparations. With the nurses shouting n abusing, I realised that the baby was gonna come out any min. The nurse was giving instructions to everyone, including me. Yes I was instructed to walk till the Operation table n lie down. I tried once, but the contraction was so sharp that I went and stood which felt much better. Nurse yelled at the maushi "put the patient on the table". There I was, literally pushed with a loud thud and the nurse got angry again "down throw her, I asked you to put the patient".
Between 9:15 to 10:04 all hell broke loose:
1. Doctor walked in, found the maushi's were not appropriately dressed ( as in no slippers, no cover on their head, hair flowing long) for the surgery/delivery, she refused to change into her own operation gown.
2. Maushis were standing aimlessly and were not understanding simple instructions given to them.
3. The nurse was not sure if anethesist could make it, since she had said she will be out of town.
4. The IV that was on my left hand had slipped off and veins had swelled up and were bleeding. I brought this to the nurses attention and no matter how much she would try the I.V wud come off.
5. I started to push and the nurse kept shouting at me 'not now'. Just breathe and relax. Cos the doc was not Ready.
6. The nurse and doc were having conversation, I had crams in my leg and I had no place to keep my feet, so I decided to take liberties, one feet on the nurses tummy n one feet on the docs tummy.
Finally, everything fell in place. The nurse, doctors and maushis all were ready and were encouraging me to push. The first time, I pushed only during half the contraction. Second time, I pushed, felt better and third time I felt the melon coming out. I knew I had a baby boy(the way the doctor was holding the baby, the bump was facing me :) so you see I knew).
I checked the time 10:02 pm(I was like if they forget to note the time like they did during Mummu, then???).
Before passing out, the doctor asked me do you know wat you hv got(unlike the last time, when the doc remembered only after good 45 mins to let me know that I have a Girl now)?
I smiled and said 'Yes, a Boy'.
Sunny boy finally arrived.
He is going to be 6 months in a couple of days. Time as usual flew out of the window. From the time he wailed his lungs out, nights together, to today when he smiles at me when I talk to him, its just fascinating to see him grow so quickly and I still marvel at the discovery of new things about him, about me and everything about children, in general.
I am just reliving the day. March 12th was the date given for Sunny boy to arrive, when we went for checkup(one of the very few checkups that Su came for unlike during Mummu;s time when he was around all the time) the doctor was like its still not time, but yes anytime the baby should arrive. We were getting a lil agitated cos the doc kept saying 'not yet' for the next couple of days and kept saying that 'you should shift to vashi least there should be an emergency'.
And I was just not ready to park myself at anjies place least it should be incovenient for everybody. Finally on March 18th the doc was like, oh you are ready, if we induce you the baby should be delivered by end of the day.
Su, was so happy to hear that and he readily sided with the doc. We went for a quick lunch and in the meantime called up Amma, Chiku didi, Mama, Anne(tte mummy), Anklets, Anjie to tell them that the time has arrived. Went back to the hospital and on the way I became quiet. Su thought I was scared. WEll, I was actually recounting the previous incident of labour induction, and the process that went alongside it. WEll, honestly, I was recounting all the 'painful' times and trying to revise the breathing exercises. We reached the hospital at 4pm, after the first few painful processes, the nurse for a change advised me to walk as fast and as much as I can(which wasn't the case last time around. Mummu's time she just wudnt let me get up from the bed). Till 7 pm, the contractions were quite feeble n bearable and thankfully the hip exercises were relieving me of pain.
Anjie, came to visit me(that was very sweet) and whilst we were having a conversation(she asked me my age), I got a contraction. I don't know which one was more painful the contraction or the age question ;) . Anjie quickly decided to leave. It was 8 pm and the nurse again came to check. No progress. At this point, she made a general announcement that the baby will arrive only tomorrow. The maushi's were getting ready to leave for home. The other nurse had relaxed and ordered for some food and the doctor was informed. I was disappointed. To me it meant enduring the pain through out the night and being very tired on the baby's arrival.
But things were soon to be changed. 9pm everything changed. The nurse checked and was hurrying me to get up and start walking to the operation theatre. Mind you I walked to the OT(it was actually 10 steps away but I did walk. Mummu's time I have no memories of how I reached OT). Infact this time I walked on my own, from my room to the entrance of the OT and just when I was struggling with the door, the nurse shouted at the maushi to say 'how can you not help the patient?'. Once inside there was a big surprise for me. The OT was not ready, assuming the baby was only gonna arrive the next morning, nobody made any preparations. With the nurses shouting n abusing, I realised that the baby was gonna come out any min. The nurse was giving instructions to everyone, including me. Yes I was instructed to walk till the Operation table n lie down. I tried once, but the contraction was so sharp that I went and stood which felt much better. Nurse yelled at the maushi "put the patient on the table". There I was, literally pushed with a loud thud and the nurse got angry again "down throw her, I asked you to put the patient".
Between 9:15 to 10:04 all hell broke loose:
1. Doctor walked in, found the maushi's were not appropriately dressed ( as in no slippers, no cover on their head, hair flowing long) for the surgery/delivery, she refused to change into her own operation gown.
2. Maushis were standing aimlessly and were not understanding simple instructions given to them.
3. The nurse was not sure if anethesist could make it, since she had said she will be out of town.
4. The IV that was on my left hand had slipped off and veins had swelled up and were bleeding. I brought this to the nurses attention and no matter how much she would try the I.V wud come off.
5. I started to push and the nurse kept shouting at me 'not now'. Just breathe and relax. Cos the doc was not Ready.
6. The nurse and doc were having conversation, I had crams in my leg and I had no place to keep my feet, so I decided to take liberties, one feet on the nurses tummy n one feet on the docs tummy.
Finally, everything fell in place. The nurse, doctors and maushis all were ready and were encouraging me to push. The first time, I pushed only during half the contraction. Second time, I pushed, felt better and third time I felt the melon coming out. I knew I had a baby boy(the way the doctor was holding the baby, the bump was facing me :) so you see I knew).
I checked the time 10:02 pm(I was like if they forget to note the time like they did during Mummu, then???).
Before passing out, the doctor asked me do you know wat you hv got(unlike the last time, when the doc remembered only after good 45 mins to let me know that I have a Girl now)?
I smiled and said 'Yes, a Boy'.
Sunny boy finally arrived.
Expressions
As the time is flying by, mummu is filling my days with loads of dialogues followed by some cute expressions and gestures.
Scene 1:
I m seated on the sofa, watching (gaping) at my fav soap opera. Mummu, is playing and all of a sudden she runs to meme's room, picks something up, runs back to me. Kneels on one knee(a typical proposing pose) infront of the sofa where I am seated. There is a plastic flower in her hand. She poses as if to give the flower to me, calls me, smiles and says
'Mumma, yeh tumhare liye'
(Mumma this is for you)
Scene 2:
This Mummu generally does when I m really upset with her and she knows that if she upsets me more I m gonna scold her. She hugs me and says
'Mumma, main tum se pyaar karti hoon. Mumma I love you so much'
Scene 1:
I m seated on the sofa, watching (gaping) at my fav soap opera. Mummu, is playing and all of a sudden she runs to meme's room, picks something up, runs back to me. Kneels on one knee(a typical proposing pose) infront of the sofa where I am seated. There is a plastic flower in her hand. She poses as if to give the flower to me, calls me, smiles and says
'Mumma, yeh tumhare liye'
(Mumma this is for you)
Scene 2:
This Mummu generally does when I m really upset with her and she knows that if she upsets me more I m gonna scold her. She hugs me and says
'Mumma, main tum se pyaar karti hoon. Mumma I love you so much'
Dialogues
At a friends wedding:
Mummu always has been the types, when she sees people her own age she wud just run to them. We had been to a friends wedding in March, and luckily I was happy to see another gal (the Grooms niece, almost same age as Mummu) there. I was closely watching them. There was this girl AM, Mummu and another boy of the same age. In their playful activities, they had thrown the bride n groom off and occupied the sofa kept on the stage. Before mummu joined the gang, AM and the Boy, xyz, were happily running around. Once mummu joined, xyz started playing with her and wasn't following AM when she continued to run here and there. This I think bugged AM a lot, she called out for the boy. The boy meekly followed her, while AM pointed a strict finger at Mummu and said something, which seemed like ' u better stay here n don't follow us'. While AM and Xyz took one round of the reception hall, mummu waited patiently on the sofa. Xyz came back to her once he finished his running arnd and started playing again. AM called him the 2nd time for another round, the boy meekly followed her, while again Mummu was instructed to strictly sit where she was (atleast from a distant it seemed that way). AM and xyz ran and xyz again came back to mummu. The Third time, before AM called xyz to play with her, she shouted at mummu and I could clearly hear her say 'Don't play with us, sit here'. Mummu was burning with fury. I was on my marks, I handed Sunny to mum and was adjusting my sandal.
With the biggest tears in her eyes, she slid down from the sofa, kept both the hands on the sofa behind her back, and to the trailing figure of AM she shouted something.
When I heard that, I broke into a laugh and a sprint at the same time. Grabbed her, brought her back to where we were seated and cuddled her, told her not to cry and asked her what did AM tell you
Mummu : ' Mumma she told me, you don't play'
ME : ' what did you say?'
Mummu with tears still rolling out of her eyes and a big smile (as if she won the battle with that just one word) : ' I said Kuttey' (kuttey as in dog).
How could you not laugh at such a sweet thing. I, ofcourse, disciplined her later once we got back home, no point scolding the child, when she was so upset.
Mummu always has been the types, when she sees people her own age she wud just run to them. We had been to a friends wedding in March, and luckily I was happy to see another gal (the Grooms niece, almost same age as Mummu) there. I was closely watching them. There was this girl AM, Mummu and another boy of the same age. In their playful activities, they had thrown the bride n groom off and occupied the sofa kept on the stage. Before mummu joined the gang, AM and the Boy, xyz, were happily running around. Once mummu joined, xyz started playing with her and wasn't following AM when she continued to run here and there. This I think bugged AM a lot, she called out for the boy. The boy meekly followed her, while AM pointed a strict finger at Mummu and said something, which seemed like ' u better stay here n don't follow us'. While AM and Xyz took one round of the reception hall, mummu waited patiently on the sofa. Xyz came back to her once he finished his running arnd and started playing again. AM called him the 2nd time for another round, the boy meekly followed her, while again Mummu was instructed to strictly sit where she was (atleast from a distant it seemed that way). AM and xyz ran and xyz again came back to mummu. The Third time, before AM called xyz to play with her, she shouted at mummu and I could clearly hear her say 'Don't play with us, sit here'. Mummu was burning with fury. I was on my marks, I handed Sunny to mum and was adjusting my sandal.
With the biggest tears in her eyes, she slid down from the sofa, kept both the hands on the sofa behind her back, and to the trailing figure of AM she shouted something.
When I heard that, I broke into a laugh and a sprint at the same time. Grabbed her, brought her back to where we were seated and cuddled her, told her not to cry and asked her what did AM tell you
Mummu : ' Mumma she told me, you don't play'
ME : ' what did you say?'
Mummu with tears still rolling out of her eyes and a big smile (as if she won the battle with that just one word) : ' I said Kuttey' (kuttey as in dog).
How could you not laugh at such a sweet thing. I, ofcourse, disciplined her later once we got back home, no point scolding the child, when she was so upset.
F.E.A.R.s (August 11)
The latest addition to my list of fears:
1. PTM
2. Mummu
Fears of PTM's , I thought I had overcome, what with Mummu's eurokids teachers giving a good review everytime we went there. I never thought, dreamt it would come back to scare me again, and it did. Honestly, I had all but forgotten about it, when the circular came from her new school, the fear just came back to me, followed by sleepless nights. In the end, PTM was postponed to another month. Sighhhhhhhhhh, Phew, Relief.
In the meantime, there was the Independence day celebration, and I was hoping it would be a school event. Well, it was a class event, supposed to start at 8:30 and it did start, we reached at 9 am. We actually entered towards fag end of a performance, infact the only performance that was organised(and if the teachers are listening, please, I cannot write my remarks based on just one performance when the music player was getting stuck every 5 seconds and the children didn't know what to do. Plus, whatever comments I have written down its for the childrens performance and not really for what the teachers taught).
When we entered, the last piece of music(title song from 'Chak de') was playing, Mummu without any hestitation just joined the gang and started dancing, we were so happy to see that there was absolutely no hesitation.
After the performance, we asked her who are your friends? She pointed at them from far, named them, but just didn't go to anybody despite the fact that half the children were calling out to her. This made me upset, but I am assuming cos sunny was also with us, she was more interested in coming back n playing with Sunny than her school friends(keeping my fingers crossed).
WE were more interested in knowing few kids, especially the ones who Mummu was complaining about that they beat her, pinch her or push her(wait till I find them grrrrrr!!!Wat I m protective about my kid, so wat???). Thankfully, none of those guys had turned up(thankful for them).
A typical conversation after she is back from school:
Mummu : 'Mumma today na that big boy pushed me'
'Mumma today na that big boy na took my chair'
'Mumma today na that big boy scratched me'
Me : 'So what did you do?'
Mummu : ' I na told teacher, teacher teacher this boy beat me.'
Me : ' Did you beat him back?'
Mummu : 'no mumma, I am so small na.'
While this made me smile and I am so glad that she doesn't resort to any kind of violence, I worry about her, I do not want her to be pushed or beaten ever.
1. PTM
2. Mummu
Fears of PTM's , I thought I had overcome, what with Mummu's eurokids teachers giving a good review everytime we went there. I never thought, dreamt it would come back to scare me again, and it did. Honestly, I had all but forgotten about it, when the circular came from her new school, the fear just came back to me, followed by sleepless nights. In the end, PTM was postponed to another month. Sighhhhhhhhhh, Phew, Relief.
In the meantime, there was the Independence day celebration, and I was hoping it would be a school event. Well, it was a class event, supposed to start at 8:30 and it did start, we reached at 9 am. We actually entered towards fag end of a performance, infact the only performance that was organised(and if the teachers are listening, please, I cannot write my remarks based on just one performance when the music player was getting stuck every 5 seconds and the children didn't know what to do. Plus, whatever comments I have written down its for the childrens performance and not really for what the teachers taught).
When we entered, the last piece of music(title song from 'Chak de') was playing, Mummu without any hestitation just joined the gang and started dancing, we were so happy to see that there was absolutely no hesitation.
After the performance, we asked her who are your friends? She pointed at them from far, named them, but just didn't go to anybody despite the fact that half the children were calling out to her. This made me upset, but I am assuming cos sunny was also with us, she was more interested in coming back n playing with Sunny than her school friends(keeping my fingers crossed).
WE were more interested in knowing few kids, especially the ones who Mummu was complaining about that they beat her, pinch her or push her(wait till I find them grrrrrr!!!Wat I m protective about my kid, so wat???). Thankfully, none of those guys had turned up(thankful for them).
A typical conversation after she is back from school:
Mummu : 'Mumma today na that big boy pushed me'
'Mumma today na that big boy na took my chair'
'Mumma today na that big boy scratched me'
Me : 'So what did you do?'
Mummu : ' I na told teacher, teacher teacher this boy beat me.'
Me : ' Did you beat him back?'
Mummu : 'no mumma, I am so small na.'
While this made me smile and I am so glad that she doesn't resort to any kind of violence, I worry about her, I do not want her to be pushed or beaten ever.
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