My lil linguist

English, Tulu, Marathi, Hindi are the languages Aisha speaks & understands........


English....well me & manish and my mom & dad converse with her in english

Tulu.....is the native language of my husband's family & the language my in-laws converse with her in

Marathi....is the language the maid communicates with her in

Hindi....well considering that we do communicate with each other a little at home she did pick up a little...also the Ads....especially the, "Bunty......tera sabun slow hain kya" which Aisha would happily repeat everytime she saw the ad. But, of late a cartoon series titled "DORAEMON" has caught Aisha's interest & has been the Hindi tutor.

One evening, she picked her dad's helmet & asked,"yeh kiska size hain?.....yeh bacchon ka liye hain? "
Manish & me were zapped!
Another day, watching her go down on her knees with hands joined pleading, "mujhe maaf karon" had us tickled big time. It seems the character Nobita who errs almost all the time uses this line when he's pleading for help from his saviour Doraemon. :-)

Well, I am a Mommy completely obsessed with my baby & find almost anything about her worth writing.

So this time, it's about her gurgling to cooing...to da-da, ma-ma, ta-ta....And from  Aawooo.....that changed to I love you...and Pototo....that changed to potato.....& many more such words that then turned into many many sentences...........& now to many languages.
Phew..... at 2 years, 2 months and 9 days......a linguist is in the making :-)

patience......mommy needs dollops of you.

It was such a tough day at work.....
As I walked to the bus with an aching head, all I could think of is to get home & crash onto my bed & sleep for a good 8 hours.
As we drove through the dusty roads, the headache only got worse & by the time I got off I felt like my eyeballs would pop out of their sockets.

I was almost there & was happy that I'd be home to be greeted by my cheerful daughtie whose face always lit up like a million candles upon seeing me. A warm embrace as soon as I enter and it's almost a ritual i can't go a day without.

Well, the headache was still making it's presence felt.......& all I needed was a nice warm shower, a quiet dinner & a good night's rest....
But helloooooo..............Happy Awakening..............i'm a mommy....

If I am in the shower....Aisha is right outside banging on the bathroom door, "mamma open door"
At dinner time, she either perched onto my lap, or trying to climb up onto my shoulder or just, leaning onto me.
While in bed......i have to sing to her & if that doesn't pacify her enough, I have to sit up & take her onto my lap & then rock her to sleep while singing her favorite songs.

But that day, i just decided to have it my way......so, i dressed her up in her bed time clothes, laid down the bedding & stretched myself on the bed alongside Aisha. As usual the requests starting pouring in.....but no amount of pleading could get me sing or take her onto my lap.
Aisha was almost in tears & said, I'm going Amma......& I happily agreed.
She ran straight out of the room to her granparents bedroom & complained, "Mamma shout manpoonoo" (which means, mamma is shouting at me)

Amma had calmed her down and her cries faded.......but even in that quiet room.....so much like I wanted it....but my eyes refused to sleep.
I got out of bed, sneaked to the other bedroom only to find a sad eyed Aisha on her amma's lap. As I entered the room, i was greeted by that same lit up smiley face waiting for me to call her. Come Aisha...I said & she grabbed her pillow & came running after me.

Well, I dint sleep for the next 30 minutes, rather we sang "old mac donald" and hugged each other, said our prayers together, brushed our teeth and don't exactly remember when we slept.

Not peace & quiet..........It's just a lil patience that mommy needs, but when you most need it.......don't know where to find it.

My Bachpan revisited

 
I always said.....Aisha has a lot of her a Dad & a little of me in her name 
However,
I am pleased that she's taken more of me than her dad otherwise. (that also means I have to erase all my bad vices :-) !!!)

She's a tough nut! Won't take No for an answer (OK..now that's a trait in both Manish & me).

She is Eloquent......moves to the beats of a song without delay..........
.........Loves fish.....& has to see more fish than dry rice in every morsel.....
She hates milk!....(i accidently dropped so many glasses of milk as a baby....oops..)
Loves Glass bangles........& exploring the dressing table (i got a phatka once & never ventured close to my mom's table....but Aisha dares to)

& .....She loves the swing!!!!!!

A Warm Sunday afternoon........Aisha & me on a swing......Aisha goes. " yupeeeee "each time we go up & shouts....."mamma.........for me majja is coming". (i could practically live on a swing)


Thanks to my little girl......
moments spent with her bring back memories of a childhood long passed....
.......my bachpan revisited :-)

Aisha's B'day Bash....

Aisha turned two on the 2nd of this month......
Family & a few friends made it a memorable day..... Some photographs of the wonderful time we had.

The pretty pretty princess...with her dresses for the day.....and that's her with her friend Aarushi.

With Mommy & Daddy

& My Gorgeous Baby gets a gorgeous Birthday Cake 

The Celebrations followed in the evening!!

This is what just a part of our Big Fat Goan Family looks like!

As you turn 2......

It feels like yesterday that I cuddled you in my arms.......admiring you & thanking the almighty for all that you were.

And, since then I have welcomed each day with a prayer for you; my little fairy, as I laid my eyes on you from the moment you were awake.

I have waited & watched you every morning to see your sweet face break into a smile & call out....,"Mamma....come" with those tiny fingers curling into a motion, calling me closer and with that my day is made! my mornings since then...belong to you.

You fill each day of mine with a desire to live life to the fullest, because you are a part of my life.

I love you with all my heart my little one......& I am thankful to you for being born to me and showering me with all the love & affection that nothing else can compare to.

My Aisha, my little fairy.....you have turned two & so have I ....since I became a mother to you.

Sunday at Nanny's

1st August.............
The month begins with 2 birthday's in the family. My cousin sis Sharon & my favorite aunty, Maria.(That's her feeding Aisha the cake :-)

Not being partial or anything here bit I think we've been in attendance for my aunt's birthday pretty much regularly over the past few years. I haven't been for my cousin's birthday half the times that I have attended Maria aunty's birthday parties.

My cousin is important but a visit to my aunt is sort of a package deal............Not only do we get to eat the world's best Coconut cake & I get to meet my Nanny too :-)

What makes every trip to Maria Aunty's place even more inviting is the fact that Aisha gets to spend as much time with her Great Grand mother...my nanny :-) .....never miss an opportunity to capture these priceless moments.....see the affection....

This blog which reads, "Sunday at Nanny's" is not dedicated to my nanny but more to my aunt Maria who makes this bonding with my nana (as I fondly call her) possible.

I love my nana......I love my Maria aunty too :-)

Over the years she has become more of a friend than an aunt to me & I believe I am more of a friend to her rather than her neice.....so..it's mutual.

I must mention Woman Power here........my aunt is married to my Maternal Uncle. I am very fond of my P2 Mama :-) but Maria aunty gets a little more affection.... (ahem....don't know what P2 mama will say, but I'm sure he knows it)

Well.....yeah....the family has seen a lot of ups & downs....fights & arguments......kissing & making up....love & apologies......so the relationship has evolved. We've gone through really tough times but we managed to stand by each other in times when we had to. Maria aunty made it possible.

If I have to live my life by an example of how you stand by your family at all times......Maria aunty has to be one exemplary example after my Mother.

I love you Maria Aunty & I truly do and I wish I have you around for many many years to come......
because, I believe that Life will be very very different if I wake up to know that my parents are not around.......& I feel the same about you too.

Endearing......

I love it when Aisha comes right behind me stretches her arms & says, “Mamma caalllie Aishuuunee”


Her act of nodding her head while saying I love you…Aaawwoooo….yeah…she still does that. And if we ask her…..”How Much”…..the way she throws her hands up & goes, “Big” with an everlasting smile.

 She’s very assertive & she displays it when she says, “Nooooooo”. Do what you want, but you’re not going to get a Yes if it’s a No for her! Can’t stop smiling…..must admit i.e. only when she catches me in a good mood :-P


“Eena Kantini??”…..which means “what have you brought??” as soon as her Ajja (grandpa) comes back home from just about anywhere.

Her wanting to break free when she says, Nooooooo, don’t leave meeeee” ....well, she actually means don’t catch me.


If she finds someone chopping vegetables…..she goes, “I want to make bhaaji cut”…ahem…..very eloquent you see.

If she feels we’re angry with her….she’ll try to get a reassurance by asking, “Mamma…how are you”…..& well the answer can’t be anything other than an, “I’m fine".

She gets immense pleasure in her own ability to identify who’s clothes are in the drying line……who’s paapood (baby language for clothes in Konkani)?? she asks….
& we ask her instead & she gleefully names the person…& you bet…she’s always right!

I asked her a couple of times during lunch times, “Should mamma feed you??”…
She kept that in mind….& if we’re around during her meals……she’ll happily play around, mamma feedoo then….dada feedoo and then ……the next person around also gets a chance.…she’s an equal opportunity provider.

When upset…..she ensures she gives everybody a chance to appease her you see…..
She’s a total attention seeker then..


Well…..she sure does deserve every bit of it too! Endearingly mine…….my princess Aisha.