Well, it's been 22 months of motherhood and from day 1 I have been wanting to do this - write of Nandy, start a blog and be a regular blogger too. I have been dilly-dallying because I wanted everything to be just perfect but I have come to realise it never will be, so I might rather start off now. She's grown from the little tadpole-like thing that she was, and I don't want to keep postponing the writing part.
These are the few things I noticed in her recently:
--> Its hard to call her a 1-year old any longer; I can see glimpses of a 2-year old in her. You never know when she'll say what! She acts a big granny at times!
--> She said "Please" when she wanted to play in the mud yesterday. During the evening walk we enjoyed together yesterday, I noticed her looking longingly at a pile of sand near a construction site nearby and gauged from her longing eyes of her urge to be in there. Before she asked me whether she can go and be there, I said a stern "No", and she reciprocated with a "Please"! She's grown...
--> She has to have closure for everything. Its bye TV when the TV is switched off, bye Noddy when Noddy is kept away and a book is taken, bye doll when she puts down one doll and picks up another. It has gone to the extend of a "bye God", when we get out of temple after worship.
--> She herself acts like a granny! She talks to her little doll, bathes it, cooks food to feed it, and puts her to bed; all thgis only when we aren't noticing. Else.. she just flings the doll across the floor.
--> She does nt like it if we laugh at her and never repeats the word/action again. So we have to be really careful not to laugh. Such an ego!
--> She is so careful, so careful that its so annoying! She ll crawl under the table and then crawl out back so carefully making sure she does nt stand until shes well clear off the table and will keep at it until her butt hits the wall! She ll hold onto us for dear life while we carry her or make her stand at high places. She ll take one whole minute to climb down one step and if the steps are too deep, I have to hold her hand. On a bike, she'll hold on to me, my clothes, and her father's clothes to see to it that they don't fly or get entangles anywhere, making us fall off the bike. Its a different thing that she ll get hurt in totally unexpected situations.
--> Her favorite TV show is Noddy, closely followed by Oswald and Thomas Engine. Last week, one of Hari's friends called up, and I picked the phone. Extending the reciever to him, I said "It's Thomas". Nandy, who was playing with her doll until then beamed with delight. She sprang up, and danced all over there excited that "Thomas Engine called my papa"!!!
