These days we need to be extra cautious about what we say, sing or how we express ourselves in front of BB.

He quickly latches on to any interesting phrase or expression, quietly records it for later references and it soon shows up in his conversations.

Sometimes he manages to use the phrase  in the right context, but there are times when he seems to be using it to just show off his improved vocabulary.

1)PP and BB are busy repairing one of his toys.BB wants to do something and PP tells him not to do it.BB is not very happy with this, decides to get back at PP and loudly states ‘Papa, chumma* you are cooking up stories’. PP looks shocked and I start giggling. BB seeing the effect his new vocabulary has on us decides to use the phrase again and again like he is trying very hard to convince his dad not to con him. PP and I are soon laughing our guts out.

PP uses the ‘cooking up stories’ phrase quite frequently in his conversation and our chuppa rustam BB has quietly picked this up.

2.It’s late in the night and we were getting ready to leave after visiting my parents last Sunday. My dad is helping BB put on his shoes and is trying to convince him to stay back.

Muthacha(my dad)- You stay back here today. Let your Amma and Papa go.

BB: No Muthacha, I am going to my house.

Muthacha: But this is also your house.

BB: No no, this is not my house. This is your house.

Muthacha: No, this is not my house. I only stay here. But this is your house.

BB: Muthacha, chumma you are cooking up stories.

Muthacha looks shocked initially and then starts laughing. PP and I the other hand don’t know if we should be shocked, amazed or proud, reprimand him or just laugh it off.

3)I say ‘Oh My God ‘ and ‘Oh Man ‘ when I am surprised and now the copy cat BB does the same.

‘Oh my God, that is the problem. Repair it and then the car will work Papa’ BB says as PP and BB together figure that there are some lose wires in his remote controlled car.

4)If I happen to hear a catchy tune on TV or radio, it stays in my head and I tend to sing/hum the same song for couple of days as I go about my work at home. One day I realized that I was absent-mindedly singing the ‘Shiela ki Jawani’ song. I stopped singing very abruptly when I reached the ‘I am too sexy for you’ line and turned to look at BB. BB gave me a mischievous smile and started humming the song. Luckily he had not picked up the lyrics and BB soon filled in some personalized lyrics. So now father and son go around singing ‘Bua ki friend Vani, I like to drink pani…..’ to the tune of ‘Sheila ki jawani’.

*Chumma-mallu word for simply. Not to be mistaken for the Hindi Chumma.

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It is way past BB’s bedtime. PP is busy painting and BB is busy admiring his father’s work.

I clear the bed of all the toy cars( BB is currently obsessed with his cars) and neatly park them on the bedside table and the window sill.

I call out to the BB and ask him to quit his admiring and get into bed. No response from the son.

I then ask PP to stop his work as that was the only way to get BB to move and get into bed. No response from the hubby.

I give them a couple of minutes to wind up and in the meantime I clear up some clothes lying around.Then I sit down on the bed and remind them again that it was way past BB’s bedtime.

BB quietly picks up a couple of his toy cars from another table , walks up to me,requests me to go and park the cars with the rest of his cars and then goes back to admiring his father’s work

PP starts laughing as I look shocked.

My little son has already figured that the perfect way to keep a woman quiet is to keep her busy.   😯

When BB started school in January this year, we decided to give him time to settle down and not burden him with too many new changes.So we did not bother to send him by the school van. Instead PP dropped him off and picked him every day over the 3 months before he started his summer vacation in April.But now that he seems to have settled down in school, we decided to get him to travel by the school van.

His school reopened on May 27th and I dropped him off at school since it was his first day after a long break. He went to school without a whimper and he didn’t even turn and look at me when I left him at the gate. But I was really apprehensive about his first day in the school van on Monday morning as he is the first one to be picked up and the last one to be dropped off.

On Monday, we managed to get him ready in time for the school van( which is a big deal in itself as the father and son duo used to leave home at around 9 which is when he is supposed to be in school 🙂 ). But he didn’t have an appetite and refused to have his breakfast.So to keep him going, we bought him a tetra juice pack . Sipping his juice, he happily climbed into the van and waved a cheery bye at us as the van moved away. The whole family (papa, mama, bua, dada, dadi and badi dadi ) just stood on the road, shocked  at how comfortable the darling ladla seemed to be going away on his own. The papa and mama left for work and when I called home later in the afternoon,I was told that BB returned in the van without any tears. But he seemed to be in a state of shock about this sudden responsibility of going on his own to school. The driver also mentioned that he was very quiet all through the trip and didn’t kick up a fuss or cry or interact with the other kids.

So we knew that Tuesday morning would bring its share of tantrums. And as predicted, he refused to get into the school van. Finally both PP and I also got in and he calmed down. The driver drove up to the main road and then we discreetly got out. As the school van drove away, we could hear BB crying loudly. PP and I stood there holding hands and I cried a few silent tears as I watched the van drive away. After all which mean mother sends her not-even 3-year-old in a school van all by himself.We slowly walked back home and the guilty mom that I was, I decided to take the day off and stay at home to receive my brave brave baby when he came back from school.Half an hour later we called the driver to check if BB was OK and he informed us that he had stopped crying the minute the van drove away from us. And to think I was playing the guilty mother drama queen role to my best  of my acting abilities.

Today he had his usual tantrum in the morning when getting into the van.But we saw that he had settled down even before the van reached the end of the road.And when I called home later in the afternoon, I got the good news that BB had come home smiling and happy in the school van.

So my almost three old is now not only attending school without any tears, but is also happily travelling on his own in the school van.Hope he makes loads of friend and enjoys his journeys as much as he enjoys his school hours.

This summer BB has been keeping himself busy with jigsaw puzzles.

When he was about 1.5 years, we bought him a couple of 4 and 6 piece jigsaw puzzles. They were simple ones and he quickly got the hang of it.But we never considered buying him any more new ones.

But my friend R from Germany gifted him a couple of 24 and 36 piece jigsaw puzzles . Both the jigsaw puzzle have  cars, fire engines,helicopters and bikes.In other words, perfect gifts for an almost 3 year old boy crazy about his automobiles.We did the puzzle with him a few times and soon he was doing both the puzzles on his own. We bought him some  ‘Bob the Builder’ puzzles to keep up the interest level. He has been gifted a number of puzzles since then and and now our little boy is completely hooked.

Every time he completes a puzzle, all the members in the household need to drop whatever work they were doing and clap for the little fellow.He basks in the admiration for a couple of minutes, then quickly dismantles the pieces and gets back to putting them together again.

Since he is very familiar with all the puzzles, we mix up the pieces from 3-4 sets and then he assembles all the different sets from the jumbled up pieces.

Its  a relaxed Sunday morning. I am in the kitchen chopping veggies for lunch, BB is in the living room  playing with his toys and the FIL is instructing the electrician who has finally made an appearance after a few weeks of playing truant.  I am talking to BB in a mix of English and Malayalam. Suddenly BB enters the kitchen with a toy in his hand.

BB: Amma, kanuna kay kanu.

Me: Doshu koshu Tosh. Kanuna kon kay lishto.

BB: Honu Kon

Me: Kolu Kosh mich tow how lao. tish pish kish. Honu kon kay listhto.

FIL and the electrician are now curious and are listening intently to this conversation.

BB: hanamana

Me: kalu bolu tolu dish. hanama rish pish.

BB( suddenly getting bored with the effort of this  converstaion): Amma dont talk like that

Me: OK baby. Amma will not talk like that.

And we go back to talking in our mix of English and Malayalam.

The previous  few sentences of the conversation remain our secret. A secret to us also as we have no clue what we said to each other.

But it was a moment of a rare mama-son bonding and we both enjoyed it! 😀

BB is an out an out Papa’s boy. He spends his waking hours following the papa around like a shadow( when the papa is at home) .

On a regular day, he has no time for his attention and love starved mama who shadows him around asking for hugs and kisses.Even when the papa and son come to leave me off at the bus-stop everyday, the little fellow happily waves me away with not a care in the world, waiting to get back to admiring his favorite construction equipment  and climbing trees with his papa. Papa on the other hand has hell to deal with when he leaves for work an hour later and has to sneak out furtively.

But papa is out-of-town till the end of this year and  in the absence of his darling papa, BB has suddenly realized that he has another parent too.

So I am basking in the all hugs, kisses and all the attention :D( and also dealing with the guilt when he clings to me and bawls his head out when I leave for work :()

Yesterday he threw a tantrum when I was leaving for work and the dadaji trying to console and reason with his grandson explained to him that mama needed to go to work so that we have the money to buy food, dudu, chocolates and toys for little BB.To put his point across more clearly dadaji asks BB ‘If mama does not go to work, from will she get money to buy you so many things?’  And pat comes the reply ‘Amma take the money machine card, put it in the money machine( ATM machine) and the machine give amma money’.

Yeah son, only if life was that easy!

Dada seeing that BB is wearing his bright yellow and orange fake watch asks him the time. ‘ The time is Now Dada’ says the wise little fellow as he runs off to continue with whatever mischief he was up to before he was disturbed by such frivolous useless questions.

We are driving someplace on a Saturday evening and the rain is going pitter-patter on the roof of the car.’ What is that sound?’ asks the ever curious BB.’That is the sound of rain falling on the car roof.’ I reply.About 10 minutes later, I get bored listening the same music on the stereo system and decide to entertain myself with a rendition of  ‘Raindrops keep falling on my head’. I ask BB to sing along with me  and he sings along ‘ Raindrops keep falling on Papa’s car’  with a mischievous smile on his face.

We are visiting my parents over the weekend and its been raining cats and dogs in Bangalore on Sunday. The chajja/sunshed  overhanging the veranda of my parent’s house is flooded with water and a little pipe from this chajja has been draining out the water the whole day long. The little guy is amused at the sight of this . ‘ Muttacha house doing Susu?’ he asks innocently.