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Diggin’ Life

… I know he is. Where he is, and with the unputdownable, never-say-die attitude that has always been his USP. So, that’s a typical lion for you. My Cub-no-longer-Lion 😀 who’s at another threshold where he’s growing young as ever, though sometimes I do wonder who the parent is, between him and I 🙂 Told ya! There are several psychologists who seem to proclaim that thirty is NOT the new TWENTY, and while all those touching thirty have that urge to reassure themselves that this is just a number, to this one, I have in the family, it just doesn’t matter. 🙂

He’ll always remain who he is, to us, to each of us. Chotu, Kunjunni, Chots…. even to Naina, who calls him Chotu 😛 That’s because parent or no that he is most times, these days, to me, he’ll always be that little, energetic, enthusiastic Kid, to all of us. Of the Fantastic Foursome, (LINK)  he’s the youngest, maybe, by a couple of months to the one just older to him, but we have never let that fool us 😛 He’s an out and out LEO, for goodness’ sake!

When there are two/more Leos in a family, closely connected, sparks fly, tempers are tested, and bit of fur, metaphorically speaking, flies 🙂 That’s how it has been with him and I; strange though, that it has NOT been so, with him and his darling cousin (also a Leo, duh!) – but then you know how it is, exceptions and all that jazz… 😀

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Circa 2016, Achu and Kartika’s Kalyanam Purappaad 😛

(Stopped, perforce, on the morning of 3 August, due to power outage, depleted battery of the inverter, travel plans to Ezhimala, rushing from school to railway station, and lack of connectivity via computer at Ez.; also the company of grandotties don’t leave you time with anything other than being totally into play and joy 😛 Chots I know it’s going to be difficult to get that, but then there it is, my sincere apologies, for not being able to post this earlier 😀 Lubbbb ya, the most, you know that no? Pssst, don’t tell Naina 😛 ❤ ❤ ❤ )

Second Part, on 7 August, 2018 (my own pirannaal – പിറന്നാൾ – my ‘star’ birthday, so it is my gift, to me, as well ❤ )

I woke, a tad late, this morning, it being a holiday, to the music of the rain, the endless rain, and Ammini purring away by my side, gently digging her claws in, to remind me I’m late, with her breakfast 😀 Then my mother calls – Happy Perannaal, she says 😛 Felt good, that 🙂 Only she would remember, I thought 🙂 That’s what moms are all about, na? 

Like this one, who didn’t forget, though her time management skills are all awry, and she simply got late with it! She needs to revise hthe lessons her younger DIL gave her on incentivizing 😀 That loverrrly lass, who’s this Lion’s Keeper, pun entirely intended, gives the best lessons there are!

Back to this one 🙂 The one whose mane is glorious, especially when he needs a haircut, whose sensibilities and sensitivities are sharp, who’s as goofy and idiotic, as he’s mature and proactive 😀 Who knows how it is, with each person he meets, but knows too, how to go about using what he knows, when, and where 😀 That’s a lot of people skills, no? From a shy, overwhelmingly shy baby to one who is so comfortable with any and every kind of people, that is frikking huge, for me, as his rather once-upon-a-time-anxious mom 😀 The anxiety still remains, as it always will for us Indian Moms, but I know it has been tempered with the knowledge that he’s in a good place, and is diggin’ life, like literally and figuratively 😛 That is a private joke, between, Neeti and Chots and I 😀

Across the seas, and lands and latitudes that separate us into different hemispheres, I find we’re even closer than ever, not just because of technology at our fingertips, but because we’ve both grown each other up! I know he’ll always worry about me, as I do, about him and N., but then that’s a given, when you have a heart full of love, for someone, no? And so, this day, my pirannaal – പിറന്നാൾ, and this blog for his birthday/pirannaal – പിറന്നാൾ (interestingly for him, both the days came together on 3 August, his birthday! ) – let me just tell you once more, my wee cub, Chots, just how precious you are ….

We second borns are rather insecure, na? I share that too, with you 🙂 – but you are, Oh, you so are, all of my heart and some ❤ While you may now argue that it cannot be possible, considering the N sisters, 😀 , let me also tell you that hearts grow exponentially when there are more people to love, and love is never taken away from one loved one and given to another, instead, there is more love, all around 🙂 Yeah yeah yeah…  I can go on, I know, and we’ll still giggle when you say, ennaalum, you like Arjun more 😛 No comebacks this time, because I know, how it is, and you do too… ❤

Time and time again, you inspire me, do you know that? I talk of you so much, with so much pride, especially when I have to deal with parents who are lost, as far as their beloved kids are concerned. I speak of how you did almost everything by yourself; of how when you do step out of your comfort zone, and are given the support of loved ones, as you have been, nothing is impossible ❤

You motivate; you make me laugh like no one else can; you make me cry too, like no one else can 😛 (remember the WRV story, early this year? You and N really did move me!) ; and most of all, you make me want to be better, to do my own thing, to go out and just live… you show me, each new day, that it can be done!

Happy birthday, Chots! (no belated and all, it’s still 3 August, till the blog is published 😛 ) Thank you, for you – for the aplomb with which you do things, the badass you are, the chunkzz bro, the daredevil, the eggscelent son, the fun person, the gorgeous hunk, invigorating conversationalist you are, jealous sometimes, yes, but even, Kool Kat as well, Loveable Hobbes (you’re CAT today 😛 ), ‘Mazing Natty Osum Person, Questing, Raring to Storm hitherto strong bastions of ne’er Tried Impossibilities, Undulating never, but steady of purpose, Verrryyyy Wallabbbyyyy baby cuteness overloaded, Xtremely Youthful and Zany…. ever! The alphabets, as you can see have worn themselves out, for you, wishing you the very best! Nearly 1400 words of fun, I hope this has been!

I know your year is going to be the best yet! Stay awed by life and love, my darling Chots! I love you.

 

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With his mostest favourite person, I know ❤ N. Ammai ❤

 

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Circa 1991, my fav. pic of them brothers 🙂

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Circa 1993? The mischief grows!!

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Achante Kunjunni, Circa 1988, Delhi

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Cute-Gwumpiness Overload, Circa 1988

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That Fantastic Foursome!

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Nehru Park, that regular visit, with Chitta – My fav. pic of the fantastic foursome!

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Brothers, in all the ways there are.

 

Birthday Tradition Blog for the Second Born, Ashwin, for 3 August, 2018, is up, LATE, for the First Time. The Only Time, is my promise to myself. However, at the same time, I must say that some things just are so, for this, now is my gift to myself, and for him too ❤ That’s just how it is, sometimes ❤

2 August, 3 August, 7 August, 2018, for 3 August, 2018 😛

A few footnotes:

This one from here in 2012, and damn, that is what, 6 years back?! Woah. I am rather proud of myself, and will not hesitate to say it, today, for me 😛

Right, before I go ga ga all over again, over my Lion Cub, I do want to share those “traditions” :D. It started in 2009, with“The Right Age”, the went on to “For My Little One” (incidentally he’s a few millimetres short of being 6 ft tall 😀 😀 ), to when he flew the coop, in “When Nestlings Fly”, and Metamorphosis and settled in with “Pride”  in 2010 and 2011, last year. And here is where he tells me it’s no fun doing something unless your mom says NO. So it is 3 August again, and, as my kids in school say, “his happy birthday”! 😆

Earlier (and later )Blog Tradition blogs for Ashwin, each year, are here 🙂

2009

2010

2011

2012

2013

2014

2015

2016

2017

 

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Shish, Che… Six!

You thought I was going Sheesh! Then Che che (no, nothing to do with Che Guevera 😀 but everything to do with a sound much like tsk tsk 😛  ), and when I got to the number Six, I’m sure you’ve cottoned on 😛 All three refer to the numeral six (Hebrew, Hindi, and duh, English 😛 ). Even though the reference is obvious, I like to go the roundabout way to its specificity, in this case. 😛

A six year old is at that threshold, where excitement, novelty, the wonder, the curiosity, eagerness, enthusiasm, unflagging interest in myriad things still surges. At the same time, there is a knowing, an understanding, an awareness, if you so wish, an acknowledgement, to / of life itself.

The anticipation, expectation, aspirations, these are still gold, but with it comes a settling in, to living the anticipation, a mild maturity 🙂 No, I have no six year old grandottie, yet, or any other six year old… but yes, six reigns supreme on 29th June, when the first born, my Sun Child and his lovely partner, Pratibha, celebrate their anniversary number Six. 🙂

Yes, they are still a beautiful couple, so evidently in love, and yes, they’re wise and wonderful in the way they live and love life, as partners, friends, and parents to two beautiful girls, both of whom are more than a handful in every way possible.

I’ve watched, sometimes anxiously, but always proudly, how they watch out for each other, and others in the family, friends too. It has always surprised me, that the rather absent minded young lad he was, Arjun, is now a ‘responsible’ grown up (really?!!) even though he still is sometimes the goofiest guy I know 🙂 Loads of talent and skill  to be that way, don’t you think? 😀

And she? The sweet, patient, playful, encourager – always a warm word, a pat on the back and a sudden, quick, tight hug, aevi, just when you need one 🙂 Laughter bubbles, and giggles come instantly, in conversations and observations!

Together they are couple who inspire others to set (the current buzzphrase 😛 ) ‘couple goals’ 😀 They may be just six, now, but they make it look rather easy. I love how the kids, mine especially, show me how to do things better.

Thank you, you two, for you, for being who you are, to each other, and to us. Happy anniversary from all those who love you 🙂 Stay Mr. and Mrs. Awesome! ❤ ❤

 

First Anniversary here (LINK)
Second Anniversary here (LINK)

Third Anniversary (LINK)

Fourth Anniversary (LINK)

Fifth Anniversary (LINK)

29 June, 2018 (and under 500 words, this time round 😛 )


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One, and the Show Has Just Begun!

Exactly a year ago, round about this time (1120 ish pm 🙂 ) the twinges started. She stayed put though. Just tiny stirrings, but nothing to heave about 😛 Till the next morning when it was confirmed that she was getting into the groove 😀 She led her mom a not so happy dance, but finally showed up late into the night, much to the delight of her big Sister, Naina, her parents and grandmoms 🙂

SHE showed up. We were ALL very certain, that it would be a HE,  don’t ask how. My thinking was, given the time that the doctors and the scans told us, this was a Made in Thrissur edition, so for some strange reason, it had to be HE. Plus a certain calculation of the appearance of the Momma. I’ve never been wrong. Oh wait! I have, I have. Just once before. With my own 😛 So sure was I that I was going to have a baby girl, that I asked the doctor to check, once he informed me that my second one was a baby boy. And this girl is the spitting image of her father 😛 Some miscalculation there! 😀

Paru had better sense and trust I know. He/She, it really didn’t matter, though it has cured me of my wish to try and predict the boy / girl thingy these days. Loss of faith 😀

So, yeah, this one, this ONE (hint hint hint 😀 ) was as cool as they come. Except that babies don’t come cool 🙂 Not in the height of summer. But darling Naira, to whom this blog is dedicated, was/is a pretty cool customer 🙂 For one thing, her parents (and grammies) were more experienced, and on top of the situation, and second, she had a great big sister to keep her sweet 🙂

Like her mother, and her paternal grandmother (as babies 😛 ), Naira has been really un-fussy. Her parents were boss, the rest of the family adoringly hers. She took to the car seat very young, and began her independently seated travel within three weeks. So easeful was it, that her mother could actually drive both kids around, by herself. So proud of you Paru, for that 🙂

Someone said, through a meme, recently, that the second borns are usually more troublesome. I’d say awesome is a better word. (Yes, I’m second born 😛 ) My second born would agree, as would Naira’s mom. 😛 We are really good babies. We love our Moms and Dads a LOT. More than the others. So much that we might just burst into tears if you just so looked at us. We’re sweet 😀

Naira is as laid back as they come. She took her time turning over on to her tummy, by about the end of the fifth month. Decided teeth were a problem and held off till the eleventh month, when she finally thought that her crawling might actually gladden others  – particularly her maternal grandmom 😀 Till then she was comfortable doing a little Michael Jackson-ish backward creeping/swimming, but getting to where she wanted anyway!

Through the nearly 3 weeks I spent in her company in March, I was sure that she would crawl one day, and give me the high of cheering her on. She waited, (did I mention she’s a cool customer? 😛 I know, I did ::D ) she waited, and slowly got on her knees. Then swayed gently, and lay flat again, on her tummy. She waited till the 2nd of April to finally move forward on her knees. Duh. She waited, oh yes, she did, till I left, to do that 😀 But once she found out about the pace she could use, there has been no stopping her 🙂 She also decided to show a couple of teeth, finally, so that all that murmuring around her would cease 😀

Naira means the shining one, the brilliant one. And she is all of that. A cheerful soul, smiles easily (now), and keeps you at arms distance if you are a stranger. Till she sees you regularly around her, she’ll smile, but keep her distance. Such a radical change from her friendly elder sister, Naina. 🙂

Naira, the second born is a determined young lass, already. She determines things right now, and somehow or other it does go her way. She calls you with a commanding Aeyyyy! Smiles when you respond, and gifts you a rare chance to carry her, just to please you, if you please her and let her be, initially 🙂

Babies do sense a lot about a person, and can hold back if you are too forthcoming. Patience is rewarded soon enough. This, I have noticed in the most startling way with this wee darling.

 

She’s one, today, the 16th of May, 2018. A day she will spend with her close family, since her Dad’s still on his way to meet her, having been transferred, and therefore being on the move.

Happy birthday, my darling gurl, our Naira ❤ You are wished much joy, and laughter. Happy times, fun times and the all encompassing love of family and friends that hounds you, scaffolds you, sustains you, surrounds you all the time!

Stay this cool always. This zany. With the brilliance of your beautiful smile zapping all those who meet you ❤

All our love, dearest Naira! Happy happy birthday to you!

16 May, 2018


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The Bees’ Knees

That is, quite enquivocally, what you are, to me, and a whole lot of others. 🙂 Who? We’ll come to that soon enough 😀 That is the way of this blog, and rambler. Together, they kind of mess up your reading skills 😛

I first heard this expression at a workshop in Kochi, where the resource person was an Englishman, a Prof. Richard Something or Other (do excuse me for not being able to recall – I hate that about myself :/ ), conducted by the ABS – Association of British Scholars (??? I think 🙂 ) in association with the British Council, I do recall. We, the thirty plus number of participants, were given a worksheet with several expressions in English, many quite obscure, and vastly underused hereabouts, and were asked to match them with their meanings. Yep, teachers doing match the following. No one was able to score an excellent 😛 Go on, rejoice at how them dratted English teachers got their comeuppance from a Sahib  😛 Serves them right, no?! 😀

Errr, back to the bees’ knees. Clearly we weren’t that. But it still remains in my mind as being one of the most delightful sessions at a workshop where you had a native speaker giving you the inside stories and the inflections of language and usage. Like a bat out of hell was another that caught my fancy…. Deep sigh. 😀

Oopsie, here I go again, rambling 😀 So, ummm, where was I? Oh yes, the who/what/how about the bees’ knees. Yeah, I’m working this one to death, aren’t I? As if them bees aren’t already working enough! 😀

So, bees? Yep they’re busy alright, and give us honey. Pack a sting too! So etymology (excuse me, while I break into laughter, that perhaps only Ashwin, Arjun and I can fully appreciate, since it is part of the spelling bee mimic’s repertoire 😛 😀 ) – apparently the bee collects/stores the pollen in its knees, and we know what a good thing that is right? From the etymology (teacher in full flow, pliss to note 😛 ) it is to be understood that the bees’ knees refers to something that is wonderful, excellent, very good…. you get the drift 😛

That’s it? Okay, you probably wonder. Do you? Then you aren’t a regular here. Avoid, confuse, then cause bedlam of thoughts and words and notions, is how this rambler works, sometimes 😀 We’re not done yet, that is what I mean 🙂 I mean heck! I haven’t even begun (past 400 words now, in case you need to split from this screen 😛 )

I’ll try and make this easy. He’s the bees knees, he is. A wonderful human, which in turn takes care of everything, does it not. Who’s knee at the moment is undergoing a bit of errr…. reconstruction 😀 You see how I couldn’t not call him the bees knees? He’s known to be a laid back Bahubali (the juniors have given him that title – so that makes me, who? Sivagami! Woah! Thank you Bwoys 😀 ) , someone who’s got everyone’s back, even if his knee is put to risk. Well, he’s the Bees Knees ain’t he? Whether he’s gunning away, full throttle, or easing to an idle, and lazing, binge watching, minding his babies, the right mixture of goofy sport and firm instructions, having a blast with his friends or holding the fort at the Ship, thwacking the youngsters there, or giving them some good advice, rollicking away – through it all one word stands out, which, at one point both he and I would have pooh-poohed 😛 Workaholic? Ask him and he’d certainly deny it, but I know that that is the perception, at least among quite a few.

And of course, as he has said, the secret of him being that way? “Chicken” he answered recently 😀 Whatever, it be, I know that he is the one Sane and Sensible voice in our rather zany family, though he too can collapse into bedlam at any given point! It’s been quite a year, altogether, from last year 🙂 He’s got another lovely daughter, Naira, a more articulate elder daughter, Naina, a beautiful gorgeous partner, Parukutty, and the love of good friends and family 🙂 Apart from a torn ACL, left knee (basketball match ), which had to be reconstructed 🙂 He’s got some much needed rest, and is still to recover completely. However, does that stop him being AWESOME? 😀 😀 😛

Nothing ever will, for this unstoppable offspring o’mine!

Happy day, I know it was, Arjun! Wishing you health, happiness, much more joy that your heart can hold, warm giggles with your girls, and great great times, where you’re headed! Love you to bits!

These are pictures from an early birthday celebration, as he goes in for his review for his knee 🙂

12 April, 2018, Arjun’s birthday 🙂

More from the previous years, here 🙂

2017

2016
2015
2014
2013
2012
2011, and this 2011 again!
2010
And more if you just click HERE 🙂


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Oh Mahnnn…

she exclaims, quite unconsciously, this being her constant epithet, when something does not go the way she wants it. The first time I heard it, a couple of weeks ago, I did a double take, and hesitantly asked her parents about what she has seen/heard, for her to use this danged expression. I was wondering at that point, if it would lead to less desirable expressions that her peers and she would find easy to absorb. Yep, typical overbearing elder mode here 😀 I was assured that whatever she watches/hears is supervised. And then a while later, that same day, she invited me to watch one of her favourite videos with her. It dawned on me then, YouTube Kids has quite a few of these videos where the girls talking seem to use this a lot. A lot. And that is how it crept into her expression 🙂

(Long long post alert* 🙂 )

And that is simple one part of it all.

Over the past four years, this rambler continues to be awed by this girl. The one who owns her heart as no one else has, or ever can, I know. It’s like me dear Meggie (LINK to her blog) says of how your first born will always hold the lion’s share of your affection; the first grandchild will also be the one who will always have you open-mouthed, in awe, at the way that tiny being keeps making you proud, and simple grows the love within you, in ways you think is beyond you. 🙂

So is it with mine. She does, all the time. Naina. My Kurumbiiii… The one I can talk to, endlessly, the one with whom I’m the child almost all the time, the one who I even quarrel with, with her asking me at the end of it, Ammumma, you don’t like me? – and me saying, Whaaat? I’ll always love you my darling! Because that is the fact!

Oh Mahnnn, I want to say, how can I not?! The best part here being that I can say that and she will understand! At two years, she joined the pre school they have, next door, and she was the littlest girl in the school itself (the admissions are given once they turn two. And they are admitted to the play school on 1 April. So One has to be two to join. She turned two on 28 March, a couple of years ago, and was just in time to join. I was extremely hesitant, and wondered how this wee mite would even spend the two hours she was to, without being traumatised. I mean, she could talk but her speech was yet to be clear and articulate! But given her cheerful and upbeat nature, she quickly took to school and its routine easily and went on to become quite at home there. All thanks to her first teacher, and the helpers there – Sheetal Aunty as she was known, and the “Amma”s there. The previous blogs for her, (ONE, TWO, THREE 🙂 – Links at the end of this piece – if you do get to the end of it 🙂 ) all have mentioned her ability to be the ray of sunshine wherever she goes. She is after all an Aries born, just like her father 🙂 my Sun Child! 

When school started, I wondered if her ability to communicate in English, which she has acquired by way of exposure to some delightful movies, the books she has read to her by her parents, and her funny grandmother, 😛 , would kind of be lost in the acquisition of other languages, primarily Hindi, because that is what most of the kids communicate in, when the class is comprised of children from different language backgrounds. But thankfully, she has maintained that level she acquired! No mean feat 🙂 And that amazes me, even now 🙂

I’ve been here with her for the last two weeks plus, and each day I continue to admire something more about her, the way she articulates. Oh Mahnn is what I want to say, while conversing with her. Bath times are the best, after play times, of course. Bath times take a long time too. You must realize that taking a bath is serious business, and mostly, for her it’s a communal thing.

Naina, lets go take a bath!

Ohhkaaeeiii Ammumma, let me get my bath toys.

No , no, there isn’t much time today! We’ve got to be quick. 

Ammumma, that’s not fair! My ponies have been waiting to join me!

Ammumma gives in, DUH! So we visit her toy room (it’s practically a toy godown now!) and figure who the lucky ones are. Once she’s got them, we get to the bath basics. Dunk them in water, all the while talking to them, for them, among  them, and to Ammumma in between 😛 There is never a break in the flow of the conversation, which is fast paced, fluent, and in EnglishOh Mahnnn I think! So these friends of hers are diving, swimming, jumping from bucket to mug and back again, splashing, flying… and talking ALL THE TIME!  When the Ammumma is sure that ALL of them are likely to catch cold with the amount of time being wet is considered, she orders them… oopsie, HER out. So one by one each of them staggers out from the bucket to the mug. Except one. (This happens EVERY single time! 😀 )

But Ammumma, Flutter fly is being naughty today!

Fffllllutter who? What? 

Ammumma, Flutter Fly, she doesn’t want to come out of the bucket!

Ammumma is getting impatient; she’s half wet already, her grandottie is completely wet, even her hair, and the chances of catching cold alarmingly rise, but she has to let Flutter Fly  decide she needs to come out 😛

Ammumma, Flutter Fly isn’t behaving herself!

Tell me, dear readers, how does one deal tactfully with that, and being awed by the proper use of words by this wee delight? 😀

Ammumma decided to reprimand the said pony, and sternly tells her that she won’t be allowed to join Naina’s bathtime EVER again!

Oh Please! Ammumma, I’ll jump out, I pwomise! This was in a high pitched Pony-voice  😀

On the way out, Naina jumps to the said pony’s defence and says Ammumma Flutter Fly is ‘kaared of you (consonant clusters are still a difficult area for the grandottie 😀 ), you ‘ckolded  her!  It’s not fair!

Ammumma gives up! This is bathtime. Each day, a different motley group of ‘friends’ join in, and there is ALWAYS ONE being that is naughty and will NOT jump out of the bucket! But yes, I don’t think there s anything the Ammumma Monkey can do about it 🙂

She has these ‘knock knock’ sessions too, when she comes in as a Salon Lady, the Furniture Person, a Doctor, and makes house calls. We are to join in the conversation. At the end if we were to giggle, oh my, Oh Mahnn , we’re in for it! It’s NOT funny! She fumes! 

And her puh-tend games, oh my oh my! I’m just puh-tending Ammumma is a favourite escape route for many a mischief she plays 😀

She’s curious, and if she hears a new word, she won’t let you be, till you explain it to her. The other day I remarked that she was observant. She asked. I said she noticed things, details, and spoke about them. Soon, that became part of her register 🙂

I love how I can conduct a ‘gwon up’ conversation with her, and make sense of it, both to her and myself. Oh Mahnnn I tell myself, she’s such an articulate soul already!

I worry too, about how she might not be understood, or make herself understood to others, the kids, maybe, the teacher, others like her Naani, who would find it difficult to follow English. But she had that covered too. With her less fluent Hindi 🙂 She knows to who she can speak in which language for optimum communication. I know you’ll wonder why I’m so chuffed about this ,when, probably, most kids can do so… I am so, precisely because most kids I’ve been around, as adorable as they are, do find this aspect a bit difficult. Yes, she has them strong linguistic genes, as I mentioned in last year’s blog, but with it she knows how to use it optimally too! That is a wee bit of maturity along with ability, wouldn’t you say?

And then to top it all, she goes right back to being the kiddish kid she is, not the gwon up I sometimes wonder she could be 😛 And she asks for ‘godi” – or to be carried. And I heave a sigh of relief 🙂

This past year, she became an elder sister, and while she still wants attention, she knows the little one does too, and helps much, so much with giving her that. Naira is as much her baby 🙂

The other day, she carried one of her toys around, and told her mother that she, the toy, had a baby in her tummy 😀 She also said she’s going to get the baby out by making a C on her tummy and getting it out 🙂 Another of those little videos for kids she’s seen. I am certainly looking forward to questions on how babies got to get placed inside the tummy and what answers we might have to give 😀 In fact she’s already decided that only Mummys get to have babies in the tummy, and not daddys, though her daddy might be an exception 😀 Intriguing, most certainly, this is!

So, Malayalam? I know a lot of you might wonder at that. Well at the moment, she knows ‘adi’. Workable knowledge like that is enough. Because finally, it’s all about being able to communicate, right? She’s got that pat 😛

Each time, each birthday, when I feel my heart is filled with love that it might fair burst, I find a capacity for more. She’s entirely responsible for that.

For keeping the child within alive.

For letting me know that sometimes puh-tending also is just fine 🙂

For never ever giving up on those that don’t behave!

For telling me that talking talking talking is the way to do things 🙂

For helping me understand that my framework of expectations needs to be set aside, and we can frame the rules, as we go along 🙂

For still loving me, with that supreme knowledge that I love her as much, if not more 🙂

For helping me appreciate my own offspring better, and understanding that a lot of things I got wrong, they;re doing right, by their kids.

That redemption, finally, is what your grandchildren give you.

She gives me that. I know I can’t have been all that bad, when I wake to her smile, and hold her close, as she sleeps, trustingly, in my arms.

She keeps me sane, that’s what she does. In a world gone crazy, she’s the brightness, and the cool shadows too… to rest this heart 🙂

She’s four already, today 🙂

Happy Birthday, my dearest darling Naina! You make our world immensely enchanting, you, you, you… 4 sometimes going on 14 m-m-m-millenial 😛

I love you, gurl! ❤

This is one of the videos I saw her watching, with much concentration, and interest. The best part is, she follows each of these conversations, and her articulation is very close.

28 March, 2018
Naina’s four ❤

PS The Grandparent Manual essentials, discussed in her Blog, when she turned TWO, still hold good, even if wee Naira has made an appearance 😀

Her Birthday Blogs are here 🙂

ONE-2015 (LINK)
TWO-2016 (LINK)
THREE-2017 (LINK)

Nearly 2000 words! 🙂