A Truck-Full of Questions

His recent activity is making lots of questions like “mumma ye kon laya, kiske liye laya, kyu laya, mera he na” and bla..bla..bla..
One day he was asking same question for N times, n I replied with little anger, ”beta ek hi cheeze bar bar nahi bolte”, at that time I dint realize that I can also get same answer from him. After few days I told him to speak with me “A for apple B  for Ball” he stared at me n said “EK HI CHEEZE BAR BAR NAHI BOLTE”
See its next generation , Tit for Tat since childhood!!!!

Lets have some more……..

Petrol pump me petrol kidhar se aata hey?
Security kya karti he? Wo soti kyu nahi he?
Me: security chor ko bhagati he.
Fir police kya karti hey?
Me: police bhi chor ko bhagati he,
Fir traffic kon control karta he?
 kiska phone aaya he?
Constant question:
Iske dady kidher gaye, iski mumma kidhar gaye?

And when I throw tantram (esp.when he is not having milk) Muje kyu data????, tussi katti n he runs to the bedroom. Few minutes he will stand alone with crocodile tears  and patch up happens later than mom  expresses regret  

Taklu vala birthday With Govinda Govinda govinda!!!!!

It was long waited b’day as we decided to have darshan at tirumala on Dhyey’s birthday.
We been there for first time, but I have really liked the place. for darshan we got just a second after 2 hours in a queue. The temple is located on the hill town of tirumala.
There is a famous ritual for hair tonsuring so Dhyey had mundan day before his birthday.
On his birthday he was happy(pain of being taklu was almost gone) in morning, we did darshan at tirumala and many places around. Whole day he was telling everyone happy b’day happy b’day. (wish me its my b’day). He had extreme wish of cutting Thomas cake on his b’day. But we couldn’t find bakery in tirumala.:-( And we gave him his favorite Dairymilk. But I promise you my boy, next time whichever cake we will buy/ it will be Thomas cake for you.I am putting some pictures after mundan.

My dear sweetheart, your mom dad hope that you cut cake with all your choices on all birthdays and may you have 100 such birthdays. And blessings from lord Govindas,you got on this birthday last for all days between all your birthdays!!!

Addicted to add:
soon after that” mumma me accha nahi lag raha hu, muje taklu maklu mat bolna, aap ne kyu nahi karvaya?” and endless question with tears. He relieved when he found his dad with same head. I wonder how he knew that he was not looking good??
But don’t worry baby, All your teachers like you, all your friends like you, specially your school friends and they call you “Dhyey babu” all family members love you a lot and your mom-dad love you too! !!
Believe me you are looking  as cute as before ..:)

Golden talking

After so long I m posting something, as mumma was being little lazy and yes ofcourse Dhyey and I went to attend my sister’s wedding at ahmedabad. So, little late but I want to post something about him.

Making lots of Question is his latest job to do through out the day ,
Here I share some examples:
He: mumma, change karna he? Aap dress change karenge?
Mumma: No, I like this.
He: mumma karo na, ye gili ho gayi..
Mumma: no beta, Its fine, n not wet too,
He: mumma, change kar lona, papa ko nahi pasand he..
(uuff,, who told him tht his dady doesn’t like that tshirt??)
Mumma: No,Dhyey. Dnt ask again, mumma is not going to change it.
He: okey, abhi niche jayenge, mumma dress change karegi.
( Now I got d purpose behind dress-change, he wanted to go out, so forcing me to change it)
And this is not enough, he will ask for himself to change tshirt every 2-3 hours. Like mumma change karo, ye dirty ho gaya..

he demands for specific tshirt and jeans, he becomes more and more stubborn till he is forced out to wear something else,which is comlimented by a big tantarum.


In Bathroom:
Mumma: Dhyey Don’t touch bucket, very hot water inside.
He: oooh, sudadat??( very hot?)
The way he spoke I really cant interpret  his action and expression into words, I really couldn’t stop laughing)
Now whenever I tell him, dhyey touch cooker or pan, he ask me mumma, its sadadat?? And sometimes commands to his dady “don touch, dady- aa sadadat)

Still he doesn’t like to have a milk, adding pediasure in milk works sometimes and yes stories of course. Difference is now he has started to make stories like, pegion dudu pi le, nahi to bada kese hoga? Pegion tumko tiger jese banna hena, dudhu pi le..,, mumma gussa karegi and talks with living and non living objects. Latest one is chor-police story that he loves to tell everybody.

Chocolate khay, no khay(khay=khavay,khani he)
Yellopop(lollypop) khay , nooooo khay
Futri(Mango-fruity) pivay, naaa pivay,
Dr. inji(injection) aape, mumma guccho(gussa) kare..

He: mumma aapko chapatti chaiye?
Mumma: no baby, I m done.(of love and of baby I call him baby sometimes, he replies , big boy chu mein)
He: 1 aur chahiye?
Mumma: No,,
He: last chaiye? Last?
He wants his mom 2 gain more n more n poor mumma is trying 2 reduce…

Conversation wid his dady:
He: Dady, going to office?
Dady: yes baby..
He: ok, take kale( take care), come soon.
Dady: ok beta, I will.
He: Dady, bus me jayenge?
Dady: ha..
He: train me kyu nahi jayenge? Vapas bus me aayenge? Dhyey office jayega? Dady ne bag liya? Tiffin diya mumma ne? meanwhile he keeps his dady’s shoes out( though we force him not to do that, he does.. so don’t blame us for child labour)
He: dady chalo shoes pehno, mumma ne kisshi kiya, hands par kiya? Muje nahi karna he mumma aap karo..(he rarely allows to have kissy when his dady goes off for work, he forces us to do that) , sometimes I feel we have adult in our house, not a kid…:P

Whenever he falls down while playing he ask for doctor, starts crying loudly and says Dr. paas chalo, dhyey gir gaya, dhyey ko lagi he.. ( so crazy to visit Dr., exact opposite of his mom, in her childhood she used to avoid drs. and her kid finds chance to visit Dr.)

He speaks in mixed language(gujarati, hindi,English,Punjabi, marathi)
Routine questions:
U ask something to him he reverts back with “kyu??”
And one more: “kya hua??”
While he finds somebody seated silently he asks “kya hua?”

He makes some nonsense and mom says Dhyey shut up
He replies: katti, tussi katti( I m not talking 2 u)
Mom: I ll call police, Dhyey scared of him.
He: tussi katti nahi he, aao abhi… :D
I mean he is into the concept of anger and patch up, if he is angry with us then he
Will rush to another room so quickly, and close the door loudly, and then he expect us to patch up.  And when he makes some mistakes and I becomes angry he will say “sorry mumma, meri mumma good girl hena? Maan gayi? Dhyey esa nahi karte, dhyey accha baccha nahi he,mumma ko pareshan nahi karte”. With all efforts he makes me smiled.
I was little worried about his back to school after 40 days gap, but fortunately he did not cry for single time, yes he was overwhelmed on first day after so many off-days.

Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!!!

I loved the moral of this story , as i read somewhere and couldn't resist to post it. 

A kindergarten teacher decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. 

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. 

The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for one week. Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After one week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. 

The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for one week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. 

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just one week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???" 

A lesson for all - young and old. Throw away any hatred  / dislike for anyone . Forgiving others is the best attitude to take! This will cleanse the mind and the soul .

Mini-silly celebration...

 Mini letter & silly celebration..


Dear dhyey,

You were born on 19th march 2009, a day I can not forget in my life. this little man has completed two and half years on 19th sept. I cant digest!!!!

A day since you were born to till date, I havent forget your special times like your first movement, crawling, standing, walking, talking,running, your dance, and your terrible arthritis.

You don’t know how I feel when I see the happiness in your face you come out from your classroom,when you complain against your daddy and say “mumma-daklo”,when you run behind me saying mumma, mumma…

And you know how bad I feel when you are too unwell, when you fall down and you get hurted or somebody hurts you.

Your daddy loves your smile; on that special day we tried to make you smiled with silly celebration, anything for your smile my son!!!

That morning I dropped you to school and went to the temple to acquire blessings for you, I cooked your all most favorite food- banana muffins, kiwi juice, veggie balls and Mexican pockets, and popcorn. Your Daddy surprised you with some balloons, lollipops, pastries and your all-time fav. V-tech toys, and then we went to mcdonald, when we came back you were so curious to get toys out of boxes, and you slept with those toys along with you.

some precious moments we caught in camera:::

My  house seems weirdly calm and deserted without the chik-chik of little feet, the laughter and of course the excited shouts. Each day has been special and precious since you were born.

Hope you grow up to be happy, healthy, intelligent and my strong boy. And get all the success and happiness in life.


Sixth Month

Thursday challange

Linked to:  Thursday Challange (Family Photo theme)

Chitter-Pitter

Lets have a glimpes:

When Sarang wears officeware,”daddy office? Officeoffice? Dady-bus, daddy,, fittin?(take yr tiffin), bye daddy”....

When I cook something for him, and he likes taste then..”mumma, yimmie yimmie, mumma thnx”. And when he gets full, he starts feeding me..:) I cannot put the voice modulation here how I feel, and the expressions on his face in writing for “yimmie and thnx” but he looks just soooo adorable. Thanks to you meri jaan for appreciation.

Till date he has fear of police, when I want him to sleep(not whole day, everytime),
 “police is coming” is sufficient.:-)

When I ask him”dhyey why are you at home today”, he says” mumma Sunday”(though it may be week days)

Actually I forgot to write about this incident in my last post, it may seem senseless to you but I want to record it for memory so I thought I will write here.
Scene: Harlin, his building friend met with an accident last month and she injured her nose, fortunately she was fine after an hour. Dhyey was in school at that time, when he came back I told him about incident.
Me: “ didi dudhu nahi pi rahi thi to usko nosi par lag gai, aap jaldi se finish karo”
He:  he pointed his nose and said “didi, nosi, shuahh, didi dudhu,bhap” ,means didi ko bahot chot aayi he, dudhu pilena, nahi to fir se gir jaogi) but this formula doesnt works for him..**sigh**
Now the aspect of the story that he has not been able to forget the incident. And everytime I asked to finish something or to make something , he ends up showing his nose and “didi nosi bhap”, meaning "kar lo, nahi to didi jese lagegi". I am yet to figure out why is he not being able to stop thinking about the same. And all these happened for almost one month.

I always try to ask him about his day at playschool, he doesn’t tell me much really, except for some nodes to my questions. But when matter is about his friends he tells concerning all his friends I mean what his friends do there.
He does imitation of his school friends, for example, last week shreya got runny nose, so often he does her mimicry at home and shows me,”mumma shreya nose and he acts ”,  he will make some funny face and says “mumma aahan this”—aahan ese karta hey, ridhima-car(ridhima got car 2day), tisya orange muahh (tisya likes orange) , neil not jump(neil don’t jump) chatar-janaman gan(teacher sings janganman), he never completes his sentences but by merging his words and expression I can frame it into sentence.:-) really, these days its lovely to see him talking.

When something(mostly his schoolbags and water bottle) is broken: he asks for newone and says" teacher- tutu-tutu(broken out)"
(his teacher told me regarding this, he has broken 2 school bags and 2 water bottles in a month, he never hangs his bag at proper place. He lift it and carry along with him for full school hours, when teacher asks him to hang at proper place he starts crying , mumma pease ma bottle ma bag), so I started giving one extra bag for his diper, extra set of clothes and napkin and tiffin box, so that he can move and play easily with his empty school bag( I did not let him know that I gave one of his bag to his teacher), but he knew the thing and now he carries two-bags plus water bottle in his little hand. I mean no use to send him with other extra bag… now you tell me what to do with this kid, he does not want his things to be touched by anyone, infact he does not like concept of sharing… ,he wants himself to be untouched according to her teacher.

You are so kind-hearted!!
when somebody hurts (it may be me, his dady or building friends), he runs and stands with cream, “mumma cream lagao, shuahhh-usko lagi hey”

one more: last week i asked him to get hair oil for sarang’s massage
He came back after 5 minutes with his own hair oil bottle. He did so because he couldn’t find ours. And in real it was not at right place I knew it later when I checked it.It was really lovely moment for me, he gave me oil anyway , even if he could not find a proper one.

When sarang diverts his mind (when he behaves badly or when he doesn’t allow to feed, ) :
Sarang:” Dhyey taru nosee pigeon lai gayu”
Dhyey:” “points his nose and says a ache”
S: “dhyey na hair pegion lai gayu”
D: “Dhyey na   che….”
Meanwhile I complete to fed him or a task for that fun was going on..

One of these days , he said something and I shouted at him. So he walked slowly near me,held his ear and said:”cholli mumma, pease, pease, no guccha”
Me:” No, its not okey”, he went to his dad and started crying with complain:”Neny, mumma guccho mumma guccho”, and then his dad is the clearly favourite parent :-)
I sometimes tell him that I will not talk to you , if you behave like this , usually when he is misbehaving badly. he holds his ear and  patches up within minutes. He really cannot bear me not talking to him and gets upset if I still don’t give in.

These days he constantly suprises me with his logic and understanding of things around him. Before few days I was peeling garlic skin, he took single garlic clove, kept downside and said: “mumma moon” turned position of clove upside and said “car” (just like half circle)Now,this makes me realize how fast he is growing up..:), kids think like sometimes we cant imagine even.

Yesterday night He took my hand into his and wrapped it around his hand and hugged it tight and said "mumma daklo, mumma daklo" (mumma’s son). I was feeling so blessed….(touch wood)

he knows some colors(red,yellow,orange) and basic shapes. He is still weak in alphabet recognizion. He is able to explain what he likes and what bothers him(specially dipers). Yes now he is getting diper-free zone.

If i ask him, "dhyey meri jan" he responce with "i love you"

Sometimes I am so short of words,I just want to say you baby, your unconditional love has made our lives more precious, There is lot more but I just cannot recall, so let it be just this , before I post something new :-)
 we love you jaan..

FOOD FOOD AND FOOD

I was just going back at the time that passed by and I felt that through out my journey of motherhood I did most challenging job on my own very well and I feel satisfied about it.And yes it was only my decision what should be fed to my child Infact I have not just planned his daily meal, I have fed him with my fingers.(I mean not even sarang n set of mums).:)and that makes me feel pretty satisfied. I think “how to feed kids, what and when to feed kids” is the most toughest  job for all moms.In my case I suffered many times on different stages for dhyey’s poor diet, needless to say, dhyey was unwell at that time, it may be the reason but now I am quite satisfied with his diet.in short I have not much complains regarding his diet except milk.

I have never forced him to eat. But milk is something thats vital. So sometimes he drinks with incentives like new cups , different glass, some chocolates, some stories, outing, changed flavours and all that. Before few days I was going through some articles they mentioned a food chart for toddlers . I was really shocked really kids eat this much as per they described in chart? Or is it their wish to eat them? One thing I all the time believed was that I cannot, could not and should not follow any meal plan or diet chart available on internet. Yes sometimes I pick up some healthy recipes or new ideas from some sources(I read plenty of material on baby feeding) but I never really got stuck to one. I just grabbed whatever I liked from each of them. And one thing that I grabbed was that we should try and include all the different food groups in every day’s diet. I just consider the foods are rich in carbohydrates ,fats , protiens and includes veggies and fruits (seasonal).

These days I include (uttapam, rotis or parathas with chocolate-dryfruit spread, with chessy creamy spread, variation in rice –pulao and khichdi, different pancakes, pasta, Maggie with multigrain,dairy product(curd,yoghurt, sliced cheese,butter), upma,poha, some dryfuits, milk-oats, thepla, stuffed parathas, different kind of dals, soups,some row fruits and veggies as much as possible) with some variation in his weekly plan or diet. I try to make balance between taste, health and possibility.
It doesn’t mean I don’t respect my child’s preferences and I go through this only but I do it and try to introduce healthy foods to him, and never force him to complete it, I believe if he is hungry he would have it and one day of hunger or junk food doesn’t mean to the end of his growth.

He eats what I prepare for us, and on weekends sometimes we go out then he also enjoys burger or fries or anything we eat, be it junk foods at a times.:) And I think kids are really not mistaken all the time, they need variety in food too, if I get bored of same stuff daily so will he.Tthey follow by example like if I indulge into lots of junk food or frozen or ready to eat food, so would they, they should get it slowly and steadily I think so. In all I am happy with the way I am doing at least in this field of parenting. Touch wood ….. :-)
Its not that feeding him has been easy like it seems in this post. I have my own bad days ,he literally does not want to eat or takes his plate and goes to neighbor’s home and then becomes too cranky and fuzzy eater.(esp last year) but then I have learnt to live with them.
Thank you dhyey for inspiring my cooking art...!!

My story and rhymes

Actually I forgot to post this one and found it in draftbox, so I thought to post it better late than never. When we were on mini vacation at ahmedabad(15th august-22 august), he made story in presence of my family.
Dhyey’s First Story in his words:
“so many monkeys were came, and taken all lemons, then monkeys went to office by train, they drunk lemon juice there , and train got an accident, police came and they caught monkey, and police also taken all lemon from nanu’s home and they had juice too.
Ofcourse his story is not meaningful and may be it seems silly to all,but i want to record for him(***for his child***** :-) ) but we really enjoyed it and couldn’t control on our laughing..:P, isn’t it funny and amusing still lovable??

Addicted to add:” there is lemon plants at my dady’s home, so he used to ask for lemon juice 2-3 times in a day,police is still in his mind, train-his favourite transportation, dady’s office time-dhyey’s unwanted time and often monkeys come there at nana’s home so he mixed it and made story!!”

Few days back he was singing rhymes:
“Johnny Johnny ye papa,
Johnny wo papa,
Ye sugar, no papa,
Mouth-hahahha”

Another one:
“tinkla tinkla starts,
Oya, oya what are”

And old mcdonald was translated like:
“olda olda eya eya ooo”

Complete pack..

How do they manage to be cute littleone, naughty monkey and sweetheart all in a day???


When you goes off to school,you look so cute littleone, and then mom feels so alone at home without you for three hours though she remains busy with household chores, she just thinks of you during her work. she feels saddy and no single smile at all….
(when I drop him to school, I am having always same questions, will he eat his snack on his own or will they help him?, will he tell pee n poo to his teacher, as I am sending him without dipers from this week, will he be protected there?what will he like better? Will he enjoy there?,,… etc)
And so me being me, mostly I am having butterflies in my stomach when I go to pick him up..

Naughty monkey,, after school, you make naughtiest face possibles and demands for stuff that I cant give you …, your naughty behaviour, silly stories and rhymes making us happy.

Sweetheart,,  I am feeling blessed when u hugs me tightly and when you give me N number of kisses at bedtime.