Mumma Are You Mad At Me?

It's no fun when kids fall sick. It's even less fun when that makes them throw up a whole lot. 

Such is the case with little Miss Haana over the last 3 days. Poor little baby has gotten a stomach bug and hasn't been able to keep anything down.

It all started on Saturday evening. We decided to check out an art show of local artists in the neighborhood. The weather was perfect. I was looking forward to it with much anticipation. This art festival had some of the very good artists from the area, some coming in from neighboring states with beautiful art pieces. Soon after reaching there, little girl complained she wasn't feeling so good. Initially I thought maybe it's breathing trouble- asthma. She was very uncomfortable, so we headed back to the car. On the way back home, the poor little thing threw up copious amounts. I was driving at eyebrow raising speeds to get us back to relative comfort. 

At home, I got the little baby changed and washed up while Dad washed up the car seat. I thought the worst was behind us. I got some fresh white rice and yogurt for her to eat before she dozes off for the night. We cuddled for our weekend ritual of Magic School Bus while I tried to have some solid food into the little baby.

And then it happened again. She threw up again. I was frustrated to say the least. More washing, laundry, bathing, vacuuming, bed-making... I was not happy, but I didn't vocally say anything. I gave the little girl a quick bath again, and was washing the clothes in the bath tub. The little girl was watching me. 

Then, after what must have been a long labored silence, she meekly asked me- Mumma, are you mad at me?

I instantly melted! What? Does she think

I'm mad at her? Why would I be mad at her? I said -'No bachha! Why would I be mad at you?!!' I felt bad for being frustrated, making her feel sorry. More hugs to follow. I feel so sorry and loving everytime I think back to her question. Love can be so very tender and sweet...

Nap Time

Guess how did little Miss Haana put her mumma to sleep for nap time yesterday afternoon? She covered me with blanket, put a pillow on my face so it's dark enough, (I said that's not necessary) and gave me sweet sweet kisses on my forehead!

She's trying to be mumma (except the pillow on face part!)! Does that mean she knows about all those pecks I sneak to her when she's sleeping so she can't retaliate??!!! And she still doesn't mind them! Wow!

Pink Sky

This morning when I woke up, the sky- all of it- was bright fuschia pink! It was beautiful. I tried to wake up little Miss Haana to watch the sky with me, but in vain. It lasted for only a few minutes; and by the time the little girl woke up, everything was back to usual blue.

I told the little girl - my voice laced with excitement- Gugu do you know what happened this morning? Do you know?

Eyes that were open only a slit, instantly opened wide. She shook her head and said "Noo".

"This morning, the sky was bright bright pink!", I exclaimed. "Just like your favorite color, pink is sky's favorite color too! It was just like a princess castle all over, did you know!"

But my excitement was going to go bust.

She said "No, my favorite color is rainbow sparkles, and blue sparkles and pink sparkles, golden sparkles and also silver sparkles". I tried valiantly again, "But Gugu, the whole sky was all bright pink just like a princess castle!".

"Oh, that's just like twilight sparkles! Do you know twilight sparkles is all bright pink too, but it also have a white cutie spot. Did the sky have a white cutie spot too?"

I didn't remember there being any.

Sadly twilight sparkles won out in comparison! Then little Miss Haana told me the sky turns pink and purple at night, and at that time, it's called twilight.

Oh well, I'm not a sore loser, so I proceeded to my next game plan- the Tickle Test. Figuring out which points on little Miss Haana's little body are ticklish. Turns out - she's ticklish just about everywhere!

Which Toothbrush

Conversation between Daddy and the little girl this morning-

Gugu it's not rainy, it's not sunny, it's not cloudy or windy today. So, which toothbrush did you want today?

Riddles

Yesterday I got caught in a rapid fire riddles' contest. Little Miss Haana told me that to make my brain sharp I must solve some riddles. I thought I was doing pretty well on the easy and medium ones (What grows to be a plant? What's big and has 4 legs and eats grass and says moo? What's blue and has clouds? What's red or pink and smells good? What's big and green and brown and doesn't move? What's big and has 4 wheels and does move? What goes from flower to flower and make honey?). I felt pretty good about myself till the little girl threw at me this "hard" one:

What's big and brown, and doesn't eat, and doesn't have a face and doesn't have a tummy and doesn't talk and doesn't eat and doesn't drink and is very big, and doesn't grow and doesn't change colors and doesn't talk and doesn't have hands and doesn't have legs, and is verryyy dangerous?

I made a few lame attempts but was baffled! 

Answers to the previous easy/moderate ones: seed, cow, sky, flower, tree.

Answer to the hard one: a stick!

Birthdays in Soil

Little Miss Haana's class was going to plant some plants. The montessori had asked parents to send a plant or seeds. I was gently reminded of this when I was picking up the little girl from school the other day. 

Leaving school, I asked the little girl- 

Me: Gugu, why is it that the plants need soil but you don't?

Little Miss Haana: Because plants grow in the soil.

Me: But why don't you need soil to grow?

Little Miss Haana: A pause, and then- plants need soil because they have birthdays in the soil. And I have a birthday, but once it's over, you have to wait for a long time for the next one. And plants have their birthdays all the time in the soil. 

Me: So maybe I can put you in the soil and you can have more birthdays too! We could have more birthday parties!!

Little Miss Haana: But then I wouldn't be able to go anywhere!

Me: But there would be more birthdays!

Little Miss Haana: (Still not convinced) But the bugs would eat me if I am in the soil. The earthworm would eat all my blood.

Me: (I'm trying to imagine a vampire earthworm but can't keep a straight face anymore!)