Sense of humor

1. A couple of months ago you had just finished dinner and started playing with your animals. And then you said 'Giraffe va grass chaapada vechutaan RK.'. (I kept the giraffe to graze). You then looked up at me and said 'Giraffe kku bib pottu vidu amma'. (Put on a bib for the giraffe amma). I looked at you funny and then you started laughing. It was so funny and you knew it.
2. You and me were going through what sounds all the animals make. Then you said 'Amma, bull says?'. And I asked you back 'What does the bull say RK?'. You responded 'Bull says bull bull' :-)
3. Another time when we were reading a book you have on farm animals, I told you that paapa (young) goose are called 'gosling' and on the next page I mentioned young ducks are called 'ducklings'. We turned the page and there was a chicken with some chicks on it. You said 'Paapa chick kku peru chickling' and you laughed with your pearly whites showing and your eyes all smiling. And once I laughed, you made this joke many times afterward and still do :-)
4. Yesterday we were driving back home after a weekday dinner out. Dinner out is a rarity these days (consciously so) and on a weekday even more so. But DT and I had a stressed out week and so needed a break. Anyways, on the way back you did something really cute and I said 'Amma loves RK'. I then looked over at DT driving looking handsome with a new haircut and clean shaven etc and said 'Amma also loves appa'. You responded 'Nooo..'. I said 'Yes, amma loves RK and also amma loves appa'. You responded this time with 'Amma, don't love appa'. Needless to say DT and I burst out laughing and thankfully you are not old enough to take offense and you laughed too :-)
   

Tantrums are here II

It is a tad too cold to take RK to the park. So I take him for a walk around the block promising a glimpse of the neighborhood dog and cat. We couldn't see either nevertheless...RK got excited about walking on the grass. And there is only so much grass though little shrubs, mud, stones etc all qualify. At one point he sat down at the edge of a patch of grass and declared 'Amma RK grass'. I said you are on the grass. He then said 'RK grass walk'. I just could not convince him that is exactly what we were/are/will be doing. It was an LOL moment for me! I score a laugh!

One fine morning...
4:45 AM
RK: Amma...thooki (mom, pick me up)
Me: Ignore once
RK: Amma...thooookiii
Me:Ignore twice
RK: Ammmmmmaaaa..thookiiiiii
Me: I get up to pat him back to sleep and in the process find that his clothes are wet. Diaper gave in. So I have to now change his diaper and get a new bodysuit on. I bring him to the bed, lay a sheet and lay him down.
RK: Howls...amma..thoooki..
Me: RK, diaper change, dress change then taachi (sleep)
RK is not convinced. He howls all the while with me trying to lift him a little, soothe him a little and get his changing going. DT reaches out to RK lovingly and tries to soothe him. RK gets mad and swats his hand away. Then he says..
RK: Amma, pillow
Thats when I realize RK wants to make sure he is sleeping on the bed post all this changing! Grrrr...and hee hee. Things quieten down. RK gets to sleep on the bed. RK scores one?!

3:00 PM - Saturday afternoon
DT is heating up milk for RK. I am carrying him around cause he will howl if I put him down. RK is sleepy and that means fussy! DT attempts to pour milk in the sipper.
RK (howls): Antha sippy paal (That sippy milk)
DT: Which sippy?
RK (points to one he wants)
DT proceeds to wash that sipper with RK howling all through demanding milk in that sipper only. Of course the sipper is not ready for him. And in the end RK gets his milk in 'antha' (that) sippy too! RK scores one more!

Tantrums are here I

And they are here. Hands flailing, legs kicking, its tantrum time. They come in various forms too. Captured are some of golden moments...I am sure the platinum are awaiting the right day and time (muhurat)

3 AM: RK in crib, DT and me in bed right next to the crib
RK: Amma...(wails)...Thooki (pick me up)
Me: Taachi pannu..allarumay taachi (Go back to bed, everyone is asleep)
RK: Amma, thooki...crib taachi no no..RK bed taachi
So of course it being a Saturday night when DT and me stayed up with LOST (ahem, the series) and me being too bleary eyed to protest he got to come to the bed. RK scores one!

8:15 AM: We are trying to get RK to have his milk in a sipper and leave the prized bottled. Ooh,..what terrible parents we are!
RK: Paal (milk)
Me: RK, ethula paal kudikanum? (What must RK drink his milk in?)
RK: Silent,..looking at me. Sad puppy eyes already starting to take shape.
Me: RK sipper la paal kudikanum. I go on to name his friends that have moved on from the bottle (whether or not they have!)
RK is put in his chair. He refuses to open his mouth for the sipper spout. He is constantly talking, repeating etc. but nothing goes in. I insist. Hand flail...legs kick. His forehead creases. He develops a sniggering cry (if you know what I mean!). He pushes the sipper bottle away, his hands clear anything in their way. God forbid we make the mistake of keeping anything close by that can tear, break, fall etc. I give up. Tantrum successful. RK scores one!

More to come...