Seema, because I love you 🙂 this one is for you
On Sunday late afternoon, R got up and she and I were staring out of the window, watching the pouring rain..anyone who knows R, will realise that for her to sit without moving for even 2 seconds is like an eternity…anyways, so she was just sitting there for 6.593 seconds, and I got worried, just then she looked at me intensely and asked ‘Amma, birds rain mein bhigofy nahi aawala’ (Amma, the birds dont get wet in the rains?) her usage of Tamizh was so hilarious that I burst out laughing 🙂
PS – Amma – tamizh
birds rain – English
mein – Hindi
Bhigofy – Hindi English
Nahi – Hindi
Aawala – Tamizh
R is trying to speak Tamizh now a days..and you should see the pride on RD’s face everytime she even says Tanni in Tamizh..look look she spoke Tamizh or something in those lines he exclaims…I mean seriously, boss, her Tamizh is awful..seriously awful!!!
one evening, R says ‘Amma, dark ho gaya, abhi eating karenge’ and then she wanted to know if it was night in Ahm where N & N stay. I told her all over India it will be dark…
She thought for a while..kaise Amma..
so the enthused me decided to take a globe and explain it to her…
So I pretend my hand is the sun, tell her how the earth rotates around its axis and how its night here and morning in North America etc etc…I am sure she understood nothing but I guess she just decided to indulge her enthused mom…
After 5 minutes, I went to take the clothes out of the machine when she says ‘toh abhi K chitti is morning and we are night, then tomorrow when we are morning, K chitti is night, right Amma?’
K chitti lives in North America eh?
Okie, so some lessons are definitely creeping in 🙂
In other news, the brat has been taking badam to school everyday…it all started sometime in March when one of R’s bus mate and class mate’s mother would give two badam to her daughter who would share one with R. So R said even she wanted to give to her friend. So I started giving her two badams. Then she said, she wanted to give two to her friend. So it went up to four.
Then some days ago, she said she wanted to give to two other bus friends + class mates. So I have her 6 of them…then she said she also wanted to give to her going home bus friends + Daycare friends..so now in total I give her TEN badams a day.
And trust me they are pretty expensive. But I am like ‘well if kids are eating it, then its for the good only’
Yesterday the brat tells me ‘Acha amma, G aur Y na badam eat karke bore ho gaya che, toh aap kal se Kaju send karna okie?’
I dont think this ‘giving a choice’ to a four year old is a brilliant idea….
so the brat is telling me she is hungry, she is hungry, when I know she is not, because she has just eaten cutlet at daycare and come…I tell her to wait till the maid leaves and then I will give her food…again she starts the chant, mereko hungry hai, mereko hungry hai…
RM: No R, I will give you food once K didi goes
R: Okie, either you give me pasta or you let me wear this night dress…you decide what you want to do…
and this is EXACTLY how I tell her when I am bugged and give her two choices to decide from…
Whats it called in Hindi…meri billi mujhe miao!!!!
RD got a complain from R’s daycare that the bus conductor of her school bus mentioned that she G and Y are getting very naughty in the bus…RD and she were talking about it in the car while coming back home..
RD: Why are you doing masti R?
R: I am not doing, Y and G are doing
RD: and what were you doing..
R: Arey , Appa woh log mera dimag kha rahe the…(mera dimag kha rahe the is like an expression I have heard only adults use, from a four year old mouth!!!)
RD was so shocked that he didnt even continue the conversation, told me about it in the night…
I am wondering where she learnt it from…not that its a bad word, but somehow it doesnt seem to suit a four year old! call me ancient eh?
I am trying to make R practice her rhymes in the bus stop…I try to sing along when the imp looks up at me, puts her hands in front of her as if asking me to stop and says ‘Aap mat bolo, main bolungi, aur aap mujhe follow karo theek hai?’
Today morning, I was in the kitchen and RD had to have a bath, R got up…I rushed to her, and told her to sleep
RM: Toong baby(Sleep baby)
R: Groggy in her sleep: nipantuni
RM: What are you saying?
and then I realised what she meant to say was ‘Nee Pan Toongi’ (nee – Tamizh you, pan – Gujarati also, Toongi – sleep Tamizh!)
and I cuddled her and pretended to sleep 🙂
Some of R’s classic Tamizh attempts
1. Amma mane chapdofy karna hai
2. Amma, ni kya panify kar rahi ho?
3. Amma, naan foldofy panaren?
4. Amma, ni aaj office pogofy nahi kar rahe hai?
5. Naan kudhse eatofy panaren…
and something in those lines..bhagwan, may be we shouldnt have started Tamizh for her at all!
RD was still sick on Wednesday, so I decided to make one more soup. This time, apna normal tomato soup but with some oats on it…Before any of you question me on the oats obsession, the problem is that RD went and bought like FIVE HUNDRED grams of oats and its getting expired soon…so I am using it left right and centre instead of throwing it because oats are so expensive!!! the kanjoos me, would rather overdose the family than throw it away 🙂
Anyways, so in this, you just take some onion, and tomato and put it in microwave, then you blend it, and then add some pepper, salt, some sugar, some oregano and chilly flakes (Err, the Irla effect 🙂 ) and let it boil.
ETA: Yes TGND, I forgot to tell you where to add the powdered oats, when the soup starts boiling, add a bit of the powdered oats for the desired thickness!! THis is what happens when a novice like me write a recipe..gah! forgets the most important ingredient!!!
Eat it hot hot.
So that completes three recipes out of 200 🙂
Lets see how far I go 🙂