She’s become less fat, but pretty and cute all the same…
She now speaks her own queer language. Our efforts to teach her basic Malayalam are not quite working, I must say. Sometimes I feel she is trying to teach us her lingo…
Anything remotely male is ‘baba’ or ‘mama’ to her…
She attends phone calls now…
Any dress looks beautiful on her. When we make praising comments about her attire, in a typically girlish gesture, she looks all over herself once again, satisfied and smiling, and feels her outfit with her small hands all over again…
Animals and birds fascinate her. She can call a cat (Its “Pootha” instead of “Poocha”) and chicken (which goes something like “Ba Ba...”). And she can distinguish between a real cat meowing and imitated cat calls. (Owing to my poor mimicry skills, perhaps)…
Music and sweets make her dance…
She has her own likes and dislikes now…
She knows if someone’s going out and starts a whimpering sort of pleading to take her too. I don’t exactly know how she deduces this out, but I guess she has her own signals that indicate this – like, in her and my moms’ case, gazing into mirror for a long time, and in my case, when I am seen combing my hair or with the perfume bottle…
One way to make her laugh is to try scaring her. I put on my best horrible face (those who’ve seen my normal face can imagine the effect when I distort it :)) and a growling noise too, for an effect yesterday evening, but she laughed uncontrollably…
She brings out the lighter side of everyone at home, even mine…
Moreover,
She infuses life into our home.
She now speaks her own queer language. Our efforts to teach her basic Malayalam are not quite working, I must say. Sometimes I feel she is trying to teach us her lingo…
Anything remotely male is ‘baba’ or ‘mama’ to her…
She attends phone calls now…
Any dress looks beautiful on her. When we make praising comments about her attire, in a typically girlish gesture, she looks all over herself once again, satisfied and smiling, and feels her outfit with her small hands all over again…
Animals and birds fascinate her. She can call a cat (Its “Pootha” instead of “Poocha”) and chicken (which goes something like “Ba Ba...”). And she can distinguish between a real cat meowing and imitated cat calls. (Owing to my poor mimicry skills, perhaps)…
Music and sweets make her dance…
She has her own likes and dislikes now…
She knows if someone’s going out and starts a whimpering sort of pleading to take her too. I don’t exactly know how she deduces this out, but I guess she has her own signals that indicate this – like, in her and my moms’ case, gazing into mirror for a long time, and in my case, when I am seen combing my hair or with the perfume bottle…
One way to make her laugh is to try scaring her. I put on my best horrible face (those who’ve seen my normal face can imagine the effect when I distort it :)) and a growling noise too, for an effect yesterday evening, but she laughed uncontrollably…
She brings out the lighter side of everyone at home, even mine…
Moreover,
She infuses life into our home.
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ramz
5 comments:
Really a cutie pie'... charming lil' gal..:):):)
:) sweet thing it seems.. :)
sweeet minha..seems like i ve seen her in real with the 2 posts!!!
lovely. children are so cute. surely, they bring life into our home. my 8 month old nephew taught me that voice of hitting steel utensils on ground is very sweet. it becomes sweet when you see him enjoying tat voice. it pure pleasure to look at him. it is like life to see him cover all the milestones of life.
awwww.. thats so cute...its a lovely from-the-heart description of ur baby :)
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