Don't you dare....

Don't you dare close the refrigerator..... So fascinated with it, that I absolutely hate it when its closed

Don't you dare put a blanket on me.... (This habit, since she was 10 days old. For the first ten days, that lil doll did nothing, but eat-pee-poop- sleep. The very first thing she did, was to kick off her blankets.Still continues... Sometimes, I would find her sleeping peacefully, and cover her up with a light blanket, the next moment, she would wake up, toss and turn and kick around until she gets that damn blanket off. In the process, she would wake up and cry. Soooo much, for lovingly covering up my baby to sleep cosy....)

Don't you dare serve rice on my plate.... (completely hates it..... podi... nee periya vellai-kaari...)

Don't you dare show me your jewel box.... unless you want everything strewn around in odd corners

Don't you dare gimme a bath without a raincoat....

Don't you dare leave the laptop open...unless you want all the keys sent up to heaven

Don't you dare vacuum, i hate the noise and that green alien...

Don't you dare mop the floor, unless you carry me...

Don't you dare play anything on the TV other than 'Yeppadiyo maati kittein...' song (How apt)

Don't you dare take me near the waffle shop...

Don't you dare change my clothes... I know how to pull off my diapers, my pull-ups...

Don't you dare ask me to come home from the playground...

Don't you dare talk on your mobile phone before I have a good talk with the caller

Don't you dare leave any pens around, unless you want me to scribble on ur sofa

Don't you dare read any books, the only books you will read are mine... and with me...

Don't you dare sit on my lil chair

Don't you dare do the dishes... I hate it the most...

Don't you dare cook without carrying me... I need to supervise...

Don't you dare dress up, I will not get down from ya, what if you leave me and go....

Don't you dare talk to your mom for long, someone might want to talk to me...

Don't you dare pick up my toys and put them away, i like them all around the house wherever I go...

Don't you dare take your eyes off me, I WILL be doing something that I shouldn't be....

Don't you dare water the plants without me... They only grow, when I water them...

Don't you dare ever ever brush my teeth... until, you want the neighbours to call in the police...

Don't you dare ..... don't you dare.... don't you dare..... Life is quite tough to be a mom, too many dark-dares lurking around!

Tantrums continue....

Tantrums continue....

Its been a week since she started on this great mission... tantrums... and I already feel like I've aged considerably in this week alone.

As usual, the crying, the screaming, stomping the ground with her tiny lil feet(looks more like dancing), and the hands on her head... God, oh, God...

My mom says it might get worser... rolling on the ground, clinging on to mama's feet.... Yeah, I remeber my lil cousins doing it... It was so much fun to watch it...

She want to play with my mobile.... Anto's mobile... my bag, his wallet, all my kitchen utensils, her favourite happens to be my puttu-naali... oh C'mon, wats so intersting about that?

And ofcourse, my laptop... the other night, she pulled out a good number of keys in seconds

(I wonder if there is ever a record of 'pulling out keys the fastest', am sure Nephy wud win without even breaking into a sweat. Took me a good long long while to put them all back ....grrr....)

Hmm... What should I expect next? Somebody help.....

Nephy's tantrums

Thats her latest and newest...

She throws up tantrums left right and center.. and I just don't know how to handle it.

She cries and screams and sometimes, she would put her hands to her head and bend down and cry and cry, until she gets what she wants. QUite funny to watch if you aren't Nephy's mom or dad. But quite embarassing if you are either one of the two.

I just am not aware of how to handle this rather dangerous trick. I keep giving in. Am fighting a losing war. The opponent has a very strong weapon by her side... scream as much as you can, and it works too.

I think God should probably publish a handbook saying what to expect and how to get through it, whenever, he throws a chanllenge at you. Then, life would be much easier and lovely.

Stop it sweetheart! Stop it at the earliest! Amma is too weak-hearted to say 'NO' to you... Appa sounds all strong on the outside, keeps saying, its a good time to buy a cane, but he is just too mellow on the inside! I know you would understand and grow out of it.

This one is not about Nephy!

Well, quite a few have asked me why am not writing anymore... Oh, am so pushed to the end of being extremely elated. Well, do u really really really like my blogs.... I still can't believe that some people actaully do. Thanks u fellas. U rock my world!

To tell you the truth, I just don't have the time to write anymore. Some-person at home(considering there are only two, Anto & Nephy, U would guess it right, even if you have an IQ of 10 :) ), that-some-person just dooesn't understand how important my writing is to me.

I usually write after 10 o'clock, after Nephy is asleep. I love the peace and the quiet and her lovely face when she sleeps. True inspiration to write! So, it was... until that some-person changed his night time supper timings. He simply refuses to have it early, so that I could finish off my chores and get to my writing. The blame falls squarely on that some-person. So, now I finish off with my chores at abt 10:30/11 and after that I go to bed straight. So, in all my fake anger I said 'You are supressing the writer in me....'

WRITER.... that some-person immediately, without missing a beat, suggested that I apply to the Indian Police Force for the job of 'Writer'. hmm... Shud I laugh or cry.... Ennakku theriyalaiye... enakku theriyalaiye....

Miss.Squeaky clean

My baby has this thing towards clean feet.

When little Miss.Squeaky Clean has a bath, she has to have her feet scrubed first. Hmm, for one I don't start off with my feet and I don't think many people wud start with their feet first. But first things first. With my baby, scrubbing has to start at the feet. Very neat feet, is all that matters...

Now, what does that remind me of? Div... a very good frnd, and the typical 'Racheal' character from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. She always said that she wanted her husband to have neat & clean fingers and feet.... Considering, how it smelt, when some men removed their shoes, I think its quite a reasonable expectation, though sounds a little wierd when put in words.... (Sorry Div!)

My baby's feet too has to be squeaky clean. All this cleaning, only to run around in the corridor with bare feet. Funny lil being! Why did u want clean feet in the first place?

Nephy kalli!

When Nephy was a baby,EVEN BEFORE I could say the words "Anto... will u carry her for a while?", she would wrap her arms tightly around my neck, her legs would tighten around me, followed by a loud loud cry. It was, as though she could read my mind. Then things changed. As u guys know, I changed my bag.. and then, the two got along well... n all that.

Now all of a sudden, we are back to square one.... "Carry me Mommy!"(Nope, am not complaining)Nephy doesn't want to be carried abt by daddy. She clings on to me all the time. Don't know what happened. Nope, I haven't changed my handbag. Just don't know y.... And she puts on a beautiful act to stay with mom. For details, read further...

When I say those majic words, "Anto... will u carry her for a while?", she would immediately put her head down on my shoulders and tap me gently with her hand (madam is pretending to be asleep). Sometimes, she would over-act, and start singing her 'a...a...a.a...' song that she usually sings before she drifts off to sleep... Its so much fun to watch her do this. All through the way, I would say those majic words, again and again, just to see her put up that ever so beautiful act again and again.

Am impressed sweet heart.... U r the sweetest ever.

Singapore Idol - in the making

Well, you can also read it as "Super Singer Junior - in the making" (No offense meant.... I love both the countries equally, but just that I love one, a lil more than the other)

My lil baby sings.yup, she sings. A few of you, a gifted few, would have witnessed it too. Her singing goes like this.... a....a....a.a.... or sometimes o...o...o.o... or sometimes mm...mm...mm.mm...

Definitely singing!

She sings herself to sleep. She has to sing to sleep. Its either she sings, I gotta sing. I just let the best of us do it, happens to be her.

Wonder whose genes it is. I kinda sing okay. Anto sings... (I'll leave it up to the reader to finish).

My mom says that my brother used to sing himself to sleep when he was a baby, but he is no super singer now either. That bugger.... super singer.... I wud laugh myself to death.

My mom n dad..... nah, they don't... My mom sings, but only in Church...

Then who??

All that matters is, she sings... and she sings beautifully... Am I just plain crazy to think that its the most lovely thing I've ever heard, or are all moms like this?