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From my little baby to my little girl…

Where do little girls come from? I don’t mean anatomically. I’m going to have a hard enough time explaining that to my inquisitive little Z when she is older. So, let’s not go there now.

But more figuratively. Where DO little girls come from? Yes, yes, we do have the sugar and spice and all things nice. But I’ve realised there is so much more.

Big puppy-dog eyes, expressive gestures, stinky diapers, dirty bloomers, unkept hair, drooly t-shirts, butterfly kisses, warm hugs, curious minds – this is what transforms a baby into a little girl.

Z has been growing by leaps and bounds in the last month and a half. As this is a blog to document these milestones, I would love to highlight some of them.

  1. Little Ms. Fashionista

Z is now pretty particular of what she wants to wear. Too many ruffles, too big, too itchy and she’ll try taking it off before you can say, “Please baby, just for an hour!”

She hates hairbands and we are lucky if we can sneak in a hairclip without her knowing every now and then! Or else Mama has to take action and make the clip-wearing process a lot more fun!

She’s old enough to appreciate beauty around her and says,” Wowww” every time she sees pretty flowers, a big tree or her aunt trying on a gorgeous dress.

2. Forrest Gump

Z is in a ‘marathon runner’ phase at the moment. She runs and runs and runs. Everywhere. All the time. As I type this, I see her running across the living room to give her grandfather a big hug; and it’s hilarious because her legs are still a bit wobbly and her arms flop around behind her almost like wings.

3. Dancing Queen

Z absolutely loves dancing. And even more so, when there are lots of people around. It’s almost as if she’s performing. We went to a night market a couple of days back and there was some lovely live music playing. While we were busy with eating and drinking, little Z danced and danced and danced the night away, entertaining all those around her.

4. Little Marie Curie

Why say Einstein when you can say Marie Curie, right?

Anyway, I believe Z is incredibly receptive to information and knowledge right now. A cute little sponge, if I may. It’s incredible how quickly she is learning things. From counting 1, 2, 3 to saying A for Apple and B for ball; from making a funny face to saying Hi and Bye to strangers without anyone prompting her; from knowing all the actions and most of the words from her favourite rhymes to knowing there is food in the vicinity just at the crunch of a packet – it’s amazing to see her learn and retain all this. Granny is currently teaching her to say, ‘No nonsense!’ and she repeats with a whisper, ‘No nanas’.

Sometimes, she shocks us with little sentences – ‘Cat there’, ‘Tutti there’ and ‘Mama here’. She has her own little gibberish language and it annoys her when we can’t understand what she is saying, especially when she feels like she is communicating so beautifully! Oh and she calls herself, ‘Vova’ or ‘Joya’ at different times!

5. Little Foodie

In true Menon and Rao style, Z loves her food too. Her favourites are rice, chicken, ‘sheez‘ (cheese), ‘offan‘ (orange), chocolates, ”ship‘ (chips), and those little colourful jeera sweets. I’m pretty sure the word she uses the most is ‘amm‘ which means food. She also pretends to take little chunks out of her arm or couch and puts them in her mouth to tell us she is hungry!

6. Show-woman and clown

Z is definitely a little clown and show-woman – all rolled into one! She lives for the applause and ensures she does things to make you laugh. Even when she’s not trying to be funny, it’s hilarious. For example, when she sees anyone dressed in all black, she starts making monkey sounds! Because she’s seen black gorillas in her books. Can you imagine how embarrassing that can get at the mall or restaurant? She also goes into look nooks and corners to sing little gibberish songs to herself.

7. Ms. Manipulative

Usually, Z gets what she wants. And if she doesn’t, she manipulates people into getting it. She’ll kiss, hug and scream ‘love yous’ just to get her way. And if the person doesn’t give in, she moves on to the next person and repeats the whole process. So most of the time, it’s a win-win for everyone! Having said this, we are also very strict with her and she is very receptive to our ‘No’ and ‘No touching’.

Anyway, that’s all from us for now. It’s so lovely being able to witness these amazing changes to a little person – changes that will eventually make her the awesome person she is!

Thanks for being part of this crazy ride with us.

Love,

Z and Mama

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Where did I go wrong? 

So, mom and I have this terrible habit of watching really awful Hindi movies over and over again. We laugh, we cry (because we laugh so hard) and we cringe at the level of mediocrity and ‘what were you thinking-ness’. One of our all time favourites is Mein Prem Ki Deewani. A timeless classic in which Kareena believed her face had the same elasticity as putty and decided to contort it into ways which are not usually humanly possible. Presenting evidence below:

Well, yesterday we watched a rather unpleasant remake of the classic Karz called Karzzzzz. Only an original title such as this can be both ironic and appropriate at the same time because – a) The utter disbelief and gut-wrenching regret never lets you sleep again or b) You would rather will yourself to sleep the whole week to avoid watching it. 
Anyway, I don’t need to tell you how the movie was, but just that it starred Mr. Nasal Rockstar himself, Himesh Reshammiya.

So, while Mama and I are rolling on the floor laughing at the fourth ‘song’ he is singing, I hear a little bird-like hum next to me. I look down and my Sweet Pea is examining her little turtle and singing. Well, there has to be a mistake. It’s definitely a coincidence. 
After 2.5 minutes of another absurd scene that is overshadowed by Himesh’s mullet and the actresses’s grotesque makeup, the next song kicks off and so does my Sweet Pea. This time a tad bit louder. Now I’m worried. 
After an hour or two of absolute pain and torture, we come to the end of the movie as well as the shattering of my hopes and dreams when I realise that maybe, just maybe, my Sweet Pea likes Himesh Reshammiya. Oh sweet Lord, were did I go wrong? 
Maybe she’s just trying to show him how it’s actually done. Maybe she’s trying to drown out the noise. 

I guess this is just hope talking. But isn’t that what we live on? Because I really can’t handle this and Trump coming to power on the same day.