Kidspeak - always entertaining :)

Conversation with S this morning:

S: I love butterflies so much. I think I like butterflies most of all, they are so colourful and pretty! What do you like best Amma?
Me: (On cue!) I like you and D the mooost my darling.
S: (Recovering quickly) And I like butterflies, Appa, you, Damita....

LOL, definitely the salesman of the family ;).

Errr.. what was that again?

The day that D came back from school, wanted to know if she could access some "Trolls" website, and spoke to me about these trolls who are apparently "BFFL" (along with explaining the meaning no less), I just KNEW! The phase when I will have to start asking her to explain her lingo has started already !!

For the record, I did know BFF but not BFFL yet :P. I am hoping there are websites that would help me stay up to date ;).

Day 12: No one ever tells you..

When you have kids, no one ever tells you that you will be under intense scrutiny in the time you spend around them. While this was nice when they were younger, when anything Amma wears is beautiful and they think Amma always "looks nice", I find that things are changing as they grow up to have a very clear mind of their own. Reactions to my latest haircut for example:

From D, who has very serious views of growing her own hair at the moment:
Amma! Why did you cut your hair? You don't look nice! :P
How the mighty have fallen...

From S, who's very observant:
What .. Amma! You cut your hair eh? I was wondering if you had tied it up in a ponytail but now I realized it's cut!


And on trying out the new lipgloss that I had picked up for use for D's ballet program:
Amma! You're wearing lipstick?
As you can make out, this is an unusual event ;)

First try at a "selfie" :)

This post is part of the December blogging challenge #MB2013 from Marathon Bloggers.

Kidspeak and Poetry

Sometimes I tend to forget that at the age of 5.5, so many phrases still are not familiar to him. Though one would not think that when you hear him discoursing on various subjects ;).

S: Amma, this homework is tooo difficult.
I have a look, and it says "Name 5 things you come across in your bedroom"
Me: Why S, don't you know the things in your bedroom. I'm sure you can name 5 easily!
S: Bed.
Me: Ok good, write that down first.
S: Writes down "bed", and then demonstrates to me by climbing on to the bed and going "across" it - Yes, you can cross the bed! :).
Me: Doubled over with laughter for about 5 minutes. And then explain to him what "come across" means.

What fun it is to try to teach this language and nuances like how "come across" is not the same as "go across" :P.

And as for D, she is just so creative in so many little ways, it astounds me sometimes. She's been an avid reader for a few years now and I can(and do ;)) take a little bit of credit for passing on that love and encouraging it, but the other aspect is that she loves writing down stuff as well. Sometimes a diary of events, sometimes a short story, and the latest are these short poems that I was very thrilled to read :). Writing creatively is not something that comes easily to me, I only do ok with very mundane descriptions of stuff that has actually happened, so I'm pretty awed at her ability and hope to nurture it the best I can.

Here's one of the latest from her repertoire:

In other news, I still plod on with the big questions of parenting, such as the differences (or are they the same?) between chart paper, KG cardboard and my latest discovery of ivory paper?! :)

Awww moment of the day :)

I am still not too much in the writing mode, thinking of the fast approaching Christmas, and all the stuff I have not done is getting to me. I need to have a whirlwind 2 days now to catch up with the baking and putting up the tree!!

But I could not resist noting down this one. I may have mentioned here before about how S is a really affectionate child and very free with his hugs and kisses at the moment. I know this is unusual with boys especially as they grow older, so I was telling him today:

Me: S, you are such a konji (difficult to translate!) now, you love to hug Amma. But when you grow older, if you stop doing it, Amma will be very sad.
S: When I'm 5 years old?
Me: Yes!
S: No I'll surely hug you when I'm 5 years old.
Me: But what about 6 years, 7 years, 8 years, 9 years, 10 years?
S: Even when I'm Thirty Five years old I'll hug you !

Happy Mommy :) !

And that's my post for Day 19 of the #marathonbloggers.