I decided to dedicate a page to Poohi’s antics (Thanks Vimmuuu for suggesting it ). Just so that I can jot them down as and when she says them, instead of making them into posts 🙂
Poohi re-discovered her old high chair that we had hidden away and desperately wants to sit on it again. Never mind that she is too big for it. Her argument goes,’ I’m not a big girl anymore, I’m a small girl now, I neeeeed to sit on the high chair’!
Today, I kicked a door real hard – clumsy me. Daughter comes running and says, ‘You alright, Amma?’ . I said, ‘Yes, I am’. So she turns her attention to the poor door.
‘Door, You alright?’
‘Oh dear! Amma, don’t hurt door again, OK?’
My husband has a habit of keeping away things – sambhal ke, and we never to see them again. We had been searching for a CD , high and low and had assumed it to be lost. Yesterday, Poohi found the CD inside the arm flap of his lazy boy chair. And I was quite annoyed that he kept it there – of all the places !
So Poohi, hands on her hips, expression stern, says, ‘Daddy, why did you do that?’
Daddy, ‘ Sorry, darling’
Poohi, with that same expression, ‘ Don’t do that again, OK?’
This happened some time back. One a sunny and warm day, we had been waiting to bill our purchases at a store and there was this lady ahead of us. She had been wearing a tube top (with bare shoulders) and Poohi giggles and tells me, ‘Oh dear, Aunty does not have a shirt’!
I seriously did not know where to hide myself 😦
Today was Poohi’s first day in nursery at school. It is also the first time that she is attending nursery for the full day. She has been waiting for this since ages. She knew that she would start school in September and has been ever since waiting for September to come 🙂
Two weeks back, we had a home visit from her Key workers at the nursery and when they gave us this date, she was not happy at all. She turned to me and said, ‘But Amma, I will go to school in September – not 22nd!
Today, she was in very high spirits the whole morning. On our way to school, it was very windy and I showed her clouds moving across the sky – very fast. And she pipes up with, ‘ Oh I know! The Clouds are going to my school too!.
The nursery was so lovely – I wanted to join them and play! They had all kinds of toys around.. and her Key worker is such a sweet lady.. In no time, I was told to go back home, ‘this is my school, you need to go back, Amma’. So off I came, waiting for the time to pick her up.. And a long wait it is too…
Nursery Day Update. Turns out she had a wonderful day after all. They have huge outdoor play areas – which I could see that she enjoyed completely:) She even ate her 2 sandwiches and promptly fell asleep on the way back 🙂 And wants to go back tomorrow – I guess I can’t ask for more…
Today, Poohi had just 3 hours of nursery – Wednesdays are 3 hour sessions. She was so disappointed, that she said, ‘Can we go to another nursery please?’ Seriously, people will think that I torture her at home. She just does not want to come home!
I have my very own moral police these days. I was dressing up in a sari to step out for Durga Puja, when daughter sees me, and screams, all scandalised at my bare mid-rif, ‘You can’t go out like that! You need a bigger shirt!’
The other day we were reading a book on monkeys when I asked her, just to pull her leg, ‘Poohi, do you have a tail like the monkeys?’.
She gave me an exasperated look and said,’ No Amme, I only have a bum. You have a bum, Daddy has a bum. No tails , ok?’ She must think of me as the most ignorant person in the world!
There are triplets in her class. Three identical girls! So one day I was just mentioning how wonderful it must be to have three little girls, when daughter turns at me and says,’No Amma, you have one little girl – me. Not three! OK? I am your little girl – just one.’ Just in case I had any doubts 🙂
Poohi has a best friend M who is french. One day, she comes and tells me, ‘Amma, M is french’. So I decided to use the opportunity to tell her about her own ethnicity. So I said, Do you know what you are? You are Indian’. She gave me look and said patiently,’ No Amma, I am three!’
Poohi was very upset that snow has started melting – no more snowmem to be made. So she requested the ‘sky’, ‘Please Sky, can we have more snow please’, and looks like the sky heard – it is snowing now 🙂 Have never seen a happier young lady 🙂
Poohi had the most wonderful time in Disneyland. All she wants is to go back. We made the unfortunate mistake of discussing about going to Disneyland Paris in summer, only to decide against it. She however registered it and here is the conversation that happened a few days later.
Poohi : Daddy, Are we going to Disneyland again after 3 months.
Daddy : No, we are not.
Poohi : But I heard you! You said, after three months!
Daddy: But we don’t have the money for it.
Poohi: Yes, we have! Amma has lots of coins in her purse!
Daddy: But that is not enough to go to Disneyland
Poohi: I know! Lets go to the shops and get more money!
Evolution, according to Poohi – girls grow up to be princesses and boys grow up to be dragons.
Poohi is really hung up on the idea of getting a ‘moving baby’. She is very clear about what she want – she does not want a toy baby – but a real, ‘moving’ baby. These days I have been trying to sort out clothes and have been separating the clothes which she has out- grown, to either give for charity or to be thrown away. She refuses to let me throw anything away, she wants to keep them for ‘her baby’. Yesterday, she was at our neighbors place and when I went to pick her up, my neighbour, asks me, very delicately if I was expecting, thanks to my daughter who apparently has been talking about her ‘baby’!
Anybody listening to Poohi would hold me guilty of Child Labour. Yesterday, she was bemoaning her fate. Apparently ‘I have no time to play, I have to cook, clean, wach, tidy up! I am so busy!’ Wonder if I have been lamenting a bit too much in front of her 😦
Two most used words in Poohi’s vocabulary – ‘Amme’ and ‘Why’.
Poohi threw up all her breakfast (on my light coloured carpet, but that is another story), so I mentioned it to her teacher – just so that she could keep an eye on her. And before you guys think of what a horrible mum I am, let me tell you , that Poohi insisted that she is perfectly alright and refused to consider staying at home.Well, her teacher had other ideas. Apparently when a child has been ill, she needs to stay at home for atleast the next 24 hours. So I had to bring her back. A pretty scene, it wasn’t. She burst into tears, right in front of school. Other mums were trying to convince their children to go to school, and I had a child who was sobbing into my shoulder because she had to go home with me!
We were watching the news on the Royal Wedding, and Poohi wanted to know who they were. So I told her that he was a Prince, and they were getting married, so she will probably be a princess. Wrong thing to say to her. ‘But I want to marry him, because I want to be a princess’! Whatever made me tell her that 😦 And how on earth do I detox from this princess business?
Poohi had a ‘big’ question for me yesterday.’I know we came from monkeys, but where did monkeys come from?’ Why, why did I think explaining evolution was a good idea?
This happened when we were in India. Poohi had learnt the concept of two-dimensional and three dimensional shapes. They had been taught that 2D shapes are ‘flat’, and 3D shapes are ‘fat’. This is the way she applied her knowledge. The Indian Style toliets are 2D toilets(they were flat on the ground, apparently), while the Western style toilets were 3D toilets 🙂
Celebrations = Payasam According to Poohi. She told me the other day, that I need to make something special for Christmas. Something special, apparently means Payasam.
Last weekend was our Anniversary. After the whole day was over( we did a lot of fun stuff), she comes up and says, but we didn’t really celebrate!
And why is that? Because we didn’t make payasam!