Figure Skating

Last week we were watching the winter Olympics on tv. This is one of those TV content I don't feel as guilty about having both kids watch it. Little miss Haana decided she wants to watch figure skating. So we were checking out these very young men,  boys really, do amazing things on ice. Little miss Haana was watching intently. And someone else was too. Bobby boy was spotted behind the sofa, trying to twirl around like the figure skaters and then, giggling at himself! Papa spotted him first and then little miss Haana and I jumped up at him! "Ohhh Bobba is a figure skater too!!"! "Awwwlee!", I exclaimed!! He beamed with pride and giggled some more. Twirling too, almost falling but catching himself and giggling some more! We could not help but ooh and aah at him!

We have our very own figure skating coverage!

3D Pen

There was a time when little miss Haana would build anything under the sun, armed with her glue gun, a cardboard box and wooden sticks! She built tons of projects with those 3 basic ingredients. Several glue guns have been eagerly sacrificed at the altar of her projects and ingenious engineering. Some projects worked, some did not. But there was never a dearth of ideas with little miss Haana. 

Lately, though, a new player has entered the arena. The glue gun has been put away even! Welcome 3D pen! 

The moment it came, she's disappeared into her world of craft projects. She made herself a pair of dangling earrings first. Then a pencil box made out of filaments. Yesterday she made me a tray with 2 compartments to keep soap next to the kitchen sink. My usual soap tray has seen better days. Some of the design on it recently came off, and no matter how many times we've got glued the little bits on it, they just don't stick. So little miss Haana decided to make a new one for mumma! She made the tray sides with her 3D pen filaments. But for the bottom she used a stiff paper! I told her that just wouldn't do. I can't keep paper next to the sink, there's too much water around the sink. She was disappointed. 

But today I was looking at the test she made, and I thought it was so super cool. Not as cool and smart as my little miss Haana, but that's to be expected. She's the only one!

❤

Soap dish miss Haana made:

Sleeve Tattoos

Ever seen one of those sleeve tattoos? I've seen some that are very picturesque. I've thought of getting a tattoo myself on occasion. But I avoid needles as much as I can. I'm even bad enough not to get flu vaccine most years mostly to avoid a needle. Also, what tattoo to choose - is hard to settle on 1 image for the rest of your life. I have commitment phobia. 

But, a couple days back little miss Haana returned from school with art work all over her left forearm. It looked like a sleeve tattoo at first glance. Markers. During class. Doodling rose flowers on herself. It looked quite pretty. But during class?! What in the world!

Next day she came back with a bigger doodle! This time she assured me it was after class. Permanent marker. Black. Oh no! I lamented, it's going to rub off and ruin her new hoodie. Or worse, it might rub off on the couch! Noo! She assured me nothing off that sort will happen, while she continued adding more details into her artwork. I was hardly assured. I made her hold her arm in mid air so it doesn't rest on the couch! And then I hoped the shower will do the rest. 

Down sides of having a creative artist girl! 

Sidekick

Yesterday I was fixing to turn in for the night. I was brushing in the bathroom, when suddenly a flurry of giggles ran towards me, past me and then off it disappeared. In a few seconds the whirlwind came back again; and just as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone again! 

Little miss Haana and Bobby boy were working together. Big sister was whispering to the boy just outside the bedroom door. They giggled at their shared secret. Then he ran towards the closet, carrying his monster ball, sucking his thumb, and giggling at their delicious shared secret. Then little miss Haana ran behind him, all secretive, telling him to run back towards him. And they both ran out of the closet together giggling into each other's ears. I watched this parade with questioning eyes and a toothbrush in my mouth. 

Later miss Haana quipped; Bobby boy is now her sidekick. I think that's his new name. She tells him to go run up somewhere, and the little boy, biggest fan of the big sister, is delighted to do her bidding. Runs off in the direction he's been instructed, delighted to be her sidekick. Giggling at the prospect. Prancing about in sheer happiness. Bobby boy is a prancer! Big sister Haana is happy with her sidekick!

Hair Cut

Sweet Bobby boy's hair were a bit of a late bloomers. When he was a year old or younger, he hardly had much hair on his head. But then, sometime after his first birthday, it seemed like suddenly he had a head full of hair. And they were oh so curly! Locks of springy curls. So wonderful! Sometimes I lamented he got crazy hair like mine. It was crazy no doubt. But on him, it looked so cute in a crazy, wild kind of way that can best be described as 'Bobby-ish'. 

But then lately, his hair was getting longer too. We had started making a bun for him in the morning. And I have to say, it was the most good looking man bun ever! Sometimes I used to put a white bow clip on his hair, little miss Haana's of course! Sometimes people would refer to him as a 'her', no doubt because of the bow. But I don't care.. when little miss Haana was a baby, she didn't have much hair for a long time. Even though she would be dressed from head to toe in pink, some odd person would ask me, "What is his name?"! 

I had been thinking I need to find a place where we can take Bobby for his first hair cut. But I was making no progress on it. It's hard to guess how things might go in a new place. One day, a couple weekends back, Rajesh took out his clippers and decided he's just going to do it today. Little Bobby boy was placed on his high chair and dressed in a plastic robe. Favorite thing Coco Melon was tuned in on the TV. And then, the clippers were put to work. Bobby boy didn't mind at all. Soon, a bigger looking boy emerged, with short short hair. And all the curls were gone. I looked at them with some sadness. I hope they come back, all in their curly springy wild wonder! I remember Softy mausi said she had curly hair when she was very young, but they're all straight and smooth now. I hope Bobby boy's hair don't give up on their craziness! I liked them! A lot! 

I saved one springy curl from the aftermath of the haircut. I saved it in a small zip lock bag just for me. My sweet Bobby boy's first hair cut.

Oh! Peepee

Some babies like to play. Some babies like to talk. But some other babies like to just run away!

This evening, I had just gotten Bobby boy out of his bath and wiped him dry. I wanted to pin him down, creme him up and put him in his diaper. But things rarely go as per my plan. Instead, as soon as I got done drying his baby body, Bobby boy scuttled away towards the closet. Once there, he hid behind my tall dresses, in the far corner of the closet. I figured I will grab hold of him in a minute. But before that happened, the little naked boy, crouched down and yelped "Oh!" with equal parts surprise and delight. Like one feels about a package that gets delivered earlier than expected; or you find your favorite movie or TV show suddenly available for streaming. An unexpected delicious surprise. Bobby boy exclaimed "Oh!". Then continued with "Oh! Peepee!". I turned to look, he was crouching down and pointing to a pool that had just appeared on closet floor. 

I grabbed him before things got worse, and put him into a diaper. I got a little mad at not having trapped his baby butt in a diaper before the accident. But once I cleaned up, I thought the "Oh!! Peepee!" reaction was hilarious!! He thought so too!