14 May 2009
Naina's #1
Whilst family were here, an impromptu party occurred for N's #1.
Naina's outfit was my mistake - Deepti had organised a lovely lahenga for Naina, but I insisted it was too cold to only wear the dress. The bottom half disappeared somewhere through the gift unwrapping.
The choice of presents was overwhelming.
Grandparents were happy though.
Naina's outfit was my mistake - Deepti had organised a lovely lahenga for Naina, but I insisted it was too cold to only wear the dress. The bottom half disappeared somewhere through the gift unwrapping.
The choice of presents was overwhelming.
Grandparents were happy though.
03 May 2009
Breaking news
Yesterday, N couldn't walk. Today she can. And I think she knew it was something special, because once she believed she could, she took off, with her winning smile.
At first three steps, in order to chase her plastic ball. Within a minute or two, it was 15 steps without need of dangling carrot/telephone. Within 20 minutes, she didn't want to stop and started walking around in circles. Falling over never seemed so much fun. Excited calls have been made to both sets of grandparents.
I didn't notice why N was walking yesterday - now I see it. Turn down volume to avoid stupid excited parent commentary.
At first three steps, in order to chase her plastic ball. Within a minute or two, it was 15 steps without need of dangling carrot/telephone. Within 20 minutes, she didn't want to stop and started walking around in circles. Falling over never seemed so much fun. Excited calls have been made to both sets of grandparents.
I didn't notice why N was walking yesterday - now I see it. Turn down volume to avoid stupid excited parent commentary.
02 May 2009
Birthday number 1
N turned one and my parents and sisters came to celebrate. It was quite a mad week; there were trips to the airport and fancy dinners and takeaway, too much cake and lots of fun.
I guess the highlight was the trip to the Langham Hotel for high tea (capitalized?).
For a decent price, we had all we could eat smoked salmon sandwiches, cake, tea and hot chocolate. Seriously, worst diet parents in the world. N ate through three pieces of smoked salmon, a little bit of chocolate and way too much Perrier.
We paid for it later. I think hyperkinetic is how I would describe the effect.
I guess the highlight was the trip to the Langham Hotel for high tea (capitalized?).
For a decent price, we had all we could eat smoked salmon sandwiches, cake, tea and hot chocolate. Seriously, worst diet parents in the world. N ate through three pieces of smoked salmon, a little bit of chocolate and way too much Perrier.
We paid for it later. I think hyperkinetic is how I would describe the effect.
Other changes
N's one now; still young enough to not want things when she can't see them, but old enough to know how to climb on to the coffee table. Which aint bad when you can't walk and are 72 cm tall.
She's picking up things so quickly now I some times feel like I need to stop cussin' and shouting at the TV, in case she starts doing so as well (mental note, stop cussin at TV from rocking chair). And I don't think it is mere mimickry, she actually does understand what she's doing.
N started exploring the lounge. In our lounge, we had a futon on a base. The base finally gave way, so the mattress was kept and the base chucked. Enter covered coffee table (protecting N from minor head trauma from its pointed edges). N worked out how to climb onto the coffee table from the futon and then... fall off the coffee table. Twice.
Cut to unrelated scene last Tuesday, where I am showing N how to climb up onto our bed. My hands under her feet, she drags herself up on to our bed.
So next evening, she is wondrously climbing onto the coffee table without futon assistance and... falling off.
She's picking up things so quickly now I some times feel like I need to stop cussin' and shouting at the TV, in case she starts doing so as well (mental note, stop cussin at TV from rocking chair). And I don't think it is mere mimickry, she actually does understand what she's doing.
N started exploring the lounge. In our lounge, we had a futon on a base. The base finally gave way, so the mattress was kept and the base chucked. Enter covered coffee table (protecting N from minor head trauma from its pointed edges). N worked out how to climb onto the coffee table from the futon and then... fall off the coffee table. Twice.
Cut to unrelated scene last Tuesday, where I am showing N how to climb up onto our bed. My hands under her feet, she drags herself up on to our bed.
So next evening, she is wondrously climbing onto the coffee table without futon assistance and... falling off.
29 April 2009
Random pics
Not jet lagged at all
Pick me up
We said goodbye to the old volvo last Monday;the car I had when Deepti first came to Australia
and N came home from the hospital in.
On retirement day
Other changes - vocab
N's become vocal, very vocal at times. Not "just" the crying and occasional temper tantrum (lasting all of two seconds and involving putting her head on the floor and waling). She also does the usual - baba, dada, tata (with waving goodbye hand gestures, even when on phone).
However, more deliberately, she's putting together some great words - like "Dey-Do" and "Do" which mean "Give it to me" and (more authoritatively "Give it to me!") which is usually followed by some lunging and whinging when we don't give it to her.
Also, when she drops something or hears us talking in a certain context - like I just dropped my pen, she will add "Jha...." which means the equivalent of damn or shucks - not a swear word but more a sigh of annoyance. So Deepti was saying that her arm was hurting and I jokingly said "Tut-gya?" which means "Is it broken" and N pops up with "Jha...." with Indian hand gestures.
She greets me at the end of the day with Jha... jha... as we play the jha game each day when I come home.
She's seemingly only learnt hindi phrases and words at this stage; when I say to where did you hurt yourself when you fell off the coffee table (sigh, that's coming up soon), she won't respond. However, asking the same question in Hindi and she'll put her hand on her head where it hurts. Amazing.
However, more deliberately, she's putting together some great words - like "Dey-Do" and "Do" which mean "Give it to me" and (more authoritatively "Give it to me!") which is usually followed by some lunging and whinging when we don't give it to her.
Also, when she drops something or hears us talking in a certain context - like I just dropped my pen, she will add "Jha...." which means the equivalent of damn or shucks - not a swear word but more a sigh of annoyance. So Deepti was saying that her arm was hurting and I jokingly said "Tut-gya?" which means "Is it broken" and N pops up with "Jha...." with Indian hand gestures.
She greets me at the end of the day with Jha... jha... as we play the jha game each day when I come home.
She's seemingly only learnt hindi phrases and words at this stage; when I say to where did you hurt yourself when you fell off the coffee table (sigh, that's coming up soon), she won't respond. However, asking the same question in Hindi and she'll put her hand on her head where it hurts. Amazing.
Rock star with six teeth
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