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Another night

Another night time story…
Rather hectic day today.. farewell rounds seem to have started as we prepare to leave for Pune next week. Went to a friend’s place for lunch.. then a get-together with more friends in the evening. When we got home it was past eight. Since the kids had had rather heavy snacks quite close to dinner time I thought I’d do away with dinner. So I gave them a banana each and took them to bed.

After our story routine.. I thought I’d see some peaceful sleeping. However, that was not to be! After a few minutes of silence H sat up staring into the darkness. I called out to him, asked him what was worrying him. “I’m hungry,” he announced. Thank Goodness for bananas. I handed him one then waited patiently. He made his way through two of them. (It bugs the hell out of me that the entire brushing routine is down the drain).

Obviously N had to follow suit. H slept off and after telling her to sleep on her own I came out. Ten minutes later I see her peeping from behind the wall. Apparently she couldn’t keep the banana down and messed her diaper. So back it was to washing, putting on a fresh diaper and tucking her in.

 

Have you ever seen someone yawing and eating together? Watch H.
“I’ll eat two bananas.. no… no three…” that’s Hrit again.
After thought: When men stare thoughtfully at nothing.. they’re probably hungry.
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Where’s the magic

Naisha had been hankering after a ‘magic wand’ for a long long time. Unfortunately I just couldn’t find one, though I looked pretty hard. (There was a time when I found parents who’d run pillar to post trying to look for things their kids asked them for, quite silly. Now I find myself doing much the same thing. If not actively, at least I keep my eyes open for things they ask me for.. subconsciously sometimes.)

Finally yesterday I found a wand. Predictably enough Naisha was thrilled. She promply wore the matching hair band and pranced about with it. After a while she came back to me and said, “Mama the wand is nice but it just doesn’t have any magic. It’ not a magic wand.” Now where do I find the magic to fill in her wand?

PS: When I asked her to pose for a pic she promptly said, “let me comb my hair and come.” And then she patiently posed for me. Thank You Naisha.
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Difference of opinion

Just ‘made up’ with Naisha.. after a big fight.

When it comes to dressing up and doing their hair I pretty much let the kids be.. they do their own thing. Hrit of course is above all this but Naisha always wants things a certain way.. specially her hair. Somedays she wants a pony, sometimes she wears clips (on her own), sometimes her faux hair. As part of my policy of giving them ‘freedom’ I let her do as she pleases unless she’s making a complete clown of herself (like the time she came with multicoloured clips stuck in her hair all over her forehead).. even then I try to strike a compromise.

After a long time today I did up Naisha’s hair very painstakingly with multicoloured beads. She was looking quite nice…but then that’s just my opinion.. She apparently didn’t agree and wanted to wear her ‘faux hair’. So she started pulling at the beads. I told her she could wear the hair on the beads.. ‘No’ said she. Then I told her to wear it for a little while till I clicked a picture.. and again she said ‘No’. And then she followed it up with a tantrum.

Gawd was I ANGRY. I pulled out the beads.. told her to do what she wanted.

She cooly brushed her hair.. put a clip and then turned around to me and said, “Am I looking pretty?”

I totally blew my top. I told her to decide for herself.. since she seemed to know how she looked best.

That didn’t go down well with her at all. She followed me around crying saying, “happy? happy? Are you happy?”

This is something I totally do not understand. She defies me, does what she wants and then wants me to be happy. Anyway.. finally I did give in and became ‘happy’.

The things one has to do.

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When I’m a grandmom

Never forget that they are not your children. You’ve had your turn now it’s theirs.

Never criticize anybody – son, daughter, the in-laws, children. As far as you’re concerned they are perfect.

Offer advice only if it’s asked for.

Don’t pop around all the time without being asked for.

Try to make visits fun, and think of interesting things to do with the grandchildren.

Remember all birthdays and exam times, and always offer congratulations when they are due.

Always respect the rules of your grandchildren’s parents.

If you see that they are in difficulties of any kind, don’t criticize offer to help.

Never show favouritism. You may have favourites (grandparents are only human), but keep them to yourself and let nobody guess.

Never undermine the parents.

Never be competitive with other grandparents – it’s not grownup and it’s pointless.

Try to be useful — and fun.

Think of a role you can play and nobody else can.

Taken from Things I wish my mother had told me by Lucia Van Der Post

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A team

Hrit Naisha are increasingly teaming up against me and I’m not sure I appreciate it. The other day they were both sitting with their glasses of milk. (The milk drinking is a real ordeal. They sit for ages with their glasses. Naisha’s turns cold and she makes me reheat it almost everyday. Hrit’s spills as a rule.. either some or all). Anyway I was working on my laptop and berating them quite mechanically… finish your milk..don’t spill.. on and on. Hrit, I think, got a bit fed up so he stuck out his tongue at me. I started to scold him and then I noticed Naisha.. she was giving him a silent ‘thumbs up’.. as in good job Hrit bhai.
That they’re already teaming up against me made me nervous. Tough times ahead.

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