Joke

We were partaking in our weekly Sunday night ritual of changing nail paint - little Haana and I. The little girl chooses the color she wants this week for herself and for Mumma. 

Today I was painting her toe nails and told her like always "No moving". And after sometime I followed that with "No talking either" so that she doesn't move her legs and spoil the nail paint. Neither of which she pays heed to usually.

After a precious couple seconds of silence Miss Haana leaned over to me and said "Hey Mumma, why don't you tell me a joke".

I stopped what u was doing and looked up to make sure I'm still dealing with a two and a half year old! 

Lullaby

Remember all the sleepless nights with a few months' old baby at home? It's all going to work out I reckon.

Yesterday after lunch I was relishing at prospect of taking a nap in the afternoon. And Miss Haana took it upon herself to make sure it's done right.

She sang to me a lullaby and kept ordering me to "Close your eyes" while she sang twinkle twinkle little star to me :-)

I could get used to this!

Gawwnnn

Miss Haana's best buddy Rushil is very popular in our household. He's this unbelievably cute thing that I have to resist crushing everytime I see him! He's tall and lean and 7 weeks younger than the little girl. He and Haana meet most weekends like long lost siblings after a lifetime spent apart. They are both so cute in their friendship! 

Certain words that Rushil says are so amazingly cute, there's just hoping he never outgrows them. One of my favorites is "Gone" pronounced as: gawnnnn! We specifically tailor questions to make him so 'gone' over and over again. After all our parental troubles the least these toddlers can do is to provide us with some entertainment, right?!

This evening I asked a ready for bath-time sans-clothes baby- "where are all your clothes", and she replied "Gawwnnn"! We all giggled uncontrollably and asked again and again and again! Some jokes just never get old.

Backout Plan

Gone are the days when the baby in the house would be driven by curiosity and new found mobility. She would stumble upon naughtiness, least realizing it; and certainly not meaning it. Now are the days when little Miss Haana is in the bold territory of fully realizing what would be naughty, but would still embark on the said curious and completely fearless pursuits. Parental warnings and no-s are usually drowned out by just pure ambition. The result is maddening (for us parents). 

And she has a blackout plan too.

These days when she gets into trouble, and I get upset, she immediately transforms from the feisty tiger to a purring kitty-cat. She leans forward to hug me; grabs my arm and kisses it ever so sweetly! And then falls into hugging me again. The first time this happened, I couldn't help but melt away; anger evaporated- I conceded, smiled and gave her kisses and hugged her back. The next time, same result. And the next too. Actually, I have to admit, it's been a very good track record for her! And I'm not even complaining. 

:)

Ps- she is a such good little kid. :) 

Backout Plan

Gone are the days when the baby in the house would be driven by curiosity and new found mobility. She would stumble upon naughtiness, least realizing it; and certainly not meaning it. Now are the days when little Miss Haana is in the bold territory of fully realizing what would be naughty, but would still embark on the said curious and completely fearless pursuits. Parental warnings and no-s are usually drowned out by just pure ambition. The result is maddening (for us parents). 

And she has a blackout plan too.

These days when she gets into trouble, and I get upset, she immediately transforms from the feisty tiger to a purring kitty-cat. She leans forward to hug me; grabs my arm and kisses it ever so sweetly! And then falls into hugging me again. The first time this happened, I couldn't help but melt away; anger evaporated- I conceded, smiled and gave her kisses and hugged her back. The next time, same result. And the next too. Actually, I have to admit, it's been a very good track record for her! And I'm not even complaining. 

:)

Ps- she is a such good little kid. :) 

Temper

I loose my temper way too often. Sometimes it is because I'm trying to do too much. Or at times I have my last nerve and the little girl gets on it. Or sometimes I am tired and run down and everything is getting just a little too much. Moral of the story- it happens. If someone tries to give me the moral speech of what I'm doing wrong, I would passionately defend my stance. But I'm not proud of loosing it.

The other day the little girl was talking to her little doll Merida and I was listening in.

Apparently Merida had been naughty so she was being given a timeout.

But soon after that she was called back again followed by: "Oww, I'm sorry little baby! It's okay, I love you Merida. Aww little baby Merida!" (Hugs and kisses to Merida follow).

Drive to Slides

Drive to slides: full of happiness and bubbly excitement

Drive back from slides: NOT!

Some drive are excepted to be only one way drives.