One. Two. Thee. Fie. Siteen*
I know. I know. I know.
Why am I here now when I've made it clear in not-so-many words that I like it elsewhere...under mounds of new opportunities and responsibilities? But then you see, I don't exist much if I don't talk to myself and this blog is definitely an extension of me. Sometimes I love to think it is Maye but let's not kid ourselves here...she is in a league of her own!
Speaking of the devil-in-disguise, I am here solely because I need to jot down the little cutesy things she does before they start to crawl under my skin and merge with the fat cells and I remember it just as another added baggage of motherhood :) I tried to scrapbook but let's face it, the only patience I have in store I shall use it to not scream at a wisp of a baby who feels orange juice is the next best thing to perfume on Amma's work blouse!
The Fourth of July saw us trotting around outlet malls like any immigrant patriot, scrounging the sidewalks for that one lucrative deal which would be available practically all through the year if only you kept your eyes open. The Implet, tired from all the shopping, promptly fell asleep in the car and remained asleep much into the late evening. The Mr didn't want her to miss her first Fourth of July fireworks, so I walked in to wake her up. Until then I hadn't realized the best way to wake a sleeping Mayalou was to lie next to her, rub her back and whisper 'I love you'. She lifted her head up slowly, smiled at me and cuddled up to me saying 'I louyou'. Sigh. Bliss!
We somehow made it to the venue on time and watched a splendid display of fireworks, splendid by small town Nashua standards. Maye giggled, shrieked and clapped her hands as much as she could. The Mr and I kept pointing to the sky and repeated the word 'Fireworks', hoping we will hear a cutesy version of it, like 'Piewo' or 'Piewok'. [Sidenote: She can't say the 'eff' sound often. So it's Pan(fan), Pish]
So we're sitting in the car after the show and I turn back and ask her, "What did you see, Maya?"
And she says, "Bubble light!"
I just gaped at her. I am still trying to come to terms with it. Who would've thunk her little mind can marry two completely different concepts to explain whatever she had just witnessed?
Gosh darn it! That's the best someone has ever described fireworks to me.
I would have loved to brag about it to moms with kids who've outgrown their little baby-ish innocence, but then I want my invites to home-cooked meals to remain intact. So decided to blog it and keep a note of it somewhere in ether to rub Maye's siblings' noses in, should they just say the boring 'fireworks' at 18 months.
Seriously! Fireworks?
Long live BubbleLight!
* That's how we count now :)
Why am I here now when I've made it clear in not-so-many words that I like it elsewhere...under mounds of new opportunities and responsibilities? But then you see, I don't exist much if I don't talk to myself and this blog is definitely an extension of me. Sometimes I love to think it is Maye but let's not kid ourselves here...she is in a league of her own!
Speaking of the devil-in-disguise, I am here solely because I need to jot down the little cutesy things she does before they start to crawl under my skin and merge with the fat cells and I remember it just as another added baggage of motherhood :) I tried to scrapbook but let's face it, the only patience I have in store I shall use it to not scream at a wisp of a baby who feels orange juice is the next best thing to perfume on Amma's work blouse!
The Fourth of July saw us trotting around outlet malls like any immigrant patriot, scrounging the sidewalks for that one lucrative deal which would be available practically all through the year if only you kept your eyes open. The Implet, tired from all the shopping, promptly fell asleep in the car and remained asleep much into the late evening. The Mr didn't want her to miss her first Fourth of July fireworks, so I walked in to wake her up. Until then I hadn't realized the best way to wake a sleeping Mayalou was to lie next to her, rub her back and whisper 'I love you'. She lifted her head up slowly, smiled at me and cuddled up to me saying 'I louyou'. Sigh. Bliss!
We somehow made it to the venue on time and watched a splendid display of fireworks, splendid by small town Nashua standards. Maye giggled, shrieked and clapped her hands as much as she could. The Mr and I kept pointing to the sky and repeated the word 'Fireworks', hoping we will hear a cutesy version of it, like 'Piewo' or 'Piewok'. [Sidenote: She can't say the 'eff' sound often. So it's Pan(fan), Pish]
So we're sitting in the car after the show and I turn back and ask her, "What did you see, Maya?"
And she says, "Bubble light!"
I just gaped at her. I am still trying to come to terms with it. Who would've thunk her little mind can marry two completely different concepts to explain whatever she had just witnessed?
Gosh darn it! That's the best someone has ever described fireworks to me.
I would have loved to brag about it to moms with kids who've outgrown their little baby-ish innocence, but then I want my invites to home-cooked meals to remain intact. So decided to blog it and keep a note of it somewhere in ether to rub Maye's siblings' noses in, should they just say the boring 'fireworks' at 18 months.
Seriously! Fireworks?
Long live BubbleLight!
* That's how we count now :)
Labels: Maya diaries, puli-kku poranthathu poonai aaguma?, why I love being a mom, why the rest of the world hates me being a mom
posted by Kumari at 11:01 PM
6 Comments:
Bubble light.. awesome. I think she has a creative side that u shd watch out for u.. like mommy like dotty!!!
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this is just the start..you now need to watch what you say in front of her :)
Ohhhh Kumari, I can only imagine the warmth that would have invaded you when she woke up and said her version of 'I love you' to you. And Bubble Light is just perfect. perfect. Long live bubble light(s) like you said. I wonder what other creative description she'll come up with next! Mention J or C to her or show her their pics and see if she says anything cutesy. hehehe
Bubble Light - Excellent imagination...definitely - like mom - like daughter...hmmm - if you are wondering who am I, put together Ram and Sundar and Express and Pass!!!
Aaah...nice! Waiting for when my daughter would start talking or just babbling bigger non-words :)
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