Below is screencap of tweets in last one week.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Vedika - Day 825
I've not been able to update this blog and my frequency is dwindling. It may die natural death. Hence, I've moved to Twitter. That is, Vidhi is on twitter since 13th Jun'14. Follow her (but who is reading this blog anyway?) at here handle: VG01AG01. This gives me incentive to post because (1) posts are smaller (2) it's new platform. Let's see how long I stay there.
Below is screencap of tweets in last one week.
Below is screencap of tweets in last one week.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Vedika - Day 784
Vidhi understands that she has many names. She responds to them well. She connects Vidhudi to Chachu. Vedika Gupta to formal name when asked by stranger. And more. Her emphasis on Vedika Gupta, not yet uttered clearly enough to let stranger understand completely, is absolutely adorable.
As her vocabulary increases, she often corrects us. Having forgotten teaching her, we sometimes slip in something simpler for more complicated word, giving her opportunity to correct us. And her correction takes always the form: <full wrong phrase> NOoooo, <full right phrase>. For example, when inquired about whereabouts of her Chacha by her, we may respond that he has gone out. She quickly chimes, "chacha gone out, No..., chacha gone to gym". As she has started talking, her voice and dialogues are source of surprise and joy, and worthy of recording for preservation. We have not found a quick way to record her utterances, unlike quick video shooting by phone. Unfortunately, she has become conscience of videographing, and immediately stops whatever she is doing and demands to be shown what is being captured.
In a new twist — which her mother finds corruption of her English grammar, and I find sign of her ability of go beyond specified words and understand deep context — she has started making-up fake words. Specifically, fake verbs. She announced other day that she is "office kaaming" when pretend working her mother's laptop. Looking at cats sleep, she said that they were "needing". When her toys fall down, she rues that they are "bumbing." She has, for reasons unknown, also started adding "only" to end of each setence. We worry her deviation from grammatically English to Indian English! Her most common sentence these days is: "They are bumbing only!".
She has picked up names of most vegetables, fruits, letters, numbers, days of the week, months of year, seasons, opposites, and shapes by now. She has even started recognizing letters in written form even when presented out of sequence. Her favourite, now, being letter A. Her understanding doesn't disassociate 'A' from 'Apple' now. So, as she spots an A, on keyboard often, but also in newspaper, she shouts that there is Apple there.
Her sentence structure of some of common phrases brings out hilarity. As perhaps mentioned earlier, she declared few weeks ago that vidhi ke ghar main to daadi bhi hai as way of saying that there is dadi in the house. Yesterday, she went on sing-song about vidhi bhi su-su karti hai, chacha bhi su-su karte hai, papa bhi...you get the drift.
In playgrounds, I find her silent and non-interactive. She is timid, and doesn't reach out to, nor responds when reached out to by, other children. She prefers going one round on each of two identical but different coloured swings and see-saws. She avoids slides, for reasons unknown. I want her to run and do bit of body movement, which she avoids. If, and when, she runs, it is hilarious with her both arms raised and bent at elbows, whole body shaking.
Her nightly tantrums are still ongoing. She not only wants things to be done in certain very very precise way to her, but also wants you to align yourself to her precise specifications. That means direction of sleep, where your body parts lie, speed of fan, presence and location of her soft toys, and whether or not you use blanket. She instruct once, and then cries till her demands are met. Which are often, but when not, can lead her to cry for hours, and then fall asleep sobbing. This happening every night is naturally source of huge annoyance to her mother and I. Once in a while she would get a slap for it. That is more of outlet of our frustrating demeanor rather than any step towards solution. And solution, most of the nights, is none, for it feels that she wants to cry.
As her vocabulary increases, she often corrects us. Having forgotten teaching her, we sometimes slip in something simpler for more complicated word, giving her opportunity to correct us. And her correction takes always the form: <full wrong phrase> NOoooo, <full right phrase>. For example, when inquired about whereabouts of her Chacha by her, we may respond that he has gone out. She quickly chimes, "chacha gone out, No..., chacha gone to gym". As she has started talking, her voice and dialogues are source of surprise and joy, and worthy of recording for preservation. We have not found a quick way to record her utterances, unlike quick video shooting by phone. Unfortunately, she has become conscience of videographing, and immediately stops whatever she is doing and demands to be shown what is being captured.
In a new twist — which her mother finds corruption of her English grammar, and I find sign of her ability of go beyond specified words and understand deep context — she has started making-up fake words. Specifically, fake verbs. She announced other day that she is "office kaaming" when pretend working her mother's laptop. Looking at cats sleep, she said that they were "needing". When her toys fall down, she rues that they are "bumbing." She has, for reasons unknown, also started adding "only" to end of each setence. We worry her deviation from grammatically English to Indian English! Her most common sentence these days is: "They are bumbing only!".
She has picked up names of most vegetables, fruits, letters, numbers, days of the week, months of year, seasons, opposites, and shapes by now. She has even started recognizing letters in written form even when presented out of sequence. Her favourite, now, being letter A. Her understanding doesn't disassociate 'A' from 'Apple' now. So, as she spots an A, on keyboard often, but also in newspaper, she shouts that there is Apple there.
Her sentence structure of some of common phrases brings out hilarity. As perhaps mentioned earlier, she declared few weeks ago that vidhi ke ghar main to daadi bhi hai as way of saying that there is dadi in the house. Yesterday, she went on sing-song about vidhi bhi su-su karti hai, chacha bhi su-su karte hai, papa bhi...you get the drift.
In playgrounds, I find her silent and non-interactive. She is timid, and doesn't reach out to, nor responds when reached out to by, other children. She prefers going one round on each of two identical but different coloured swings and see-saws. She avoids slides, for reasons unknown. I want her to run and do bit of body movement, which she avoids. If, and when, she runs, it is hilarious with her both arms raised and bent at elbows, whole body shaking.
Her nightly tantrums are still ongoing. She not only wants things to be done in certain very very precise way to her, but also wants you to align yourself to her precise specifications. That means direction of sleep, where your body parts lie, speed of fan, presence and location of her soft toys, and whether or not you use blanket. She instruct once, and then cries till her demands are met. Which are often, but when not, can lead her to cry for hours, and then fall asleep sobbing. This happening every night is naturally source of huge annoyance to her mother and I. Once in a while she would get a slap for it. That is more of outlet of our frustrating demeanor rather than any step towards solution. And solution, most of the nights, is none, for it feels that she wants to cry.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Vedika - Day 754
When Vidhi visited her Mama's house in Hyderabad early this year, she heard her mom being addressed by her name, Radhika, by her elder brother and mother, who are, Vidhi's Mama and Nani respectively. Quick to pick anything new, she has taken on to call her mom Radhika and Radhika Mummy, apart from Mummy. And she does take on more assertive tone with name when she has to call her mummy second time or more. Which kind of makes sense. But is very odd to hear, and extremely difficulty to get rid of.
In Vidhi's world, each object, person, activity, emotion is a fully fledged entity. It appears that she understands that her doll is not exactly same kind of friend to her as are her classmates at Day Care. But then, sometimes, as adult you find that perhaps that's not true. In her world, her plastic dog feel hungry when she does, demands milk, requires petting and hugging, and gets tired. She requests, often, to feed her toys/furniture and ascribes other anthropomorphic qualities to them.
Her obsession with Lakdi ki Kathi was talk of the house. Well, everything she does is talk of the house, but this obsession went a level higher. She would demand and listen to this song for hours at end. She would dance in circle as in the song. She would notice a flicker of Teddy Bear near the end of song and point it out to us. She would make hand gestures to mimic tiny Urmila Matondkar. So, of course, as doting parents we decided to find out where to acquire one for her. We knew that that can be bought from Channapatna, a toy town, about an hour's drive from Bangalore. But we wanted to find something in town. Two local hangouts were found wanting, and once we rejected because she swung so much that we felt that she would fall off the horse. In the end, we bought one when we visited Bannerghatta National Park with her bua Khushboo Gupta. As anti-climax go, her fanaticism has subsequently tapered off quite a bit. Lakdi ki Kathi is neither as much demanded on video nor actually played with.
In Vidhi's world, each object, person, activity, emotion is a fully fledged entity. It appears that she understands that her doll is not exactly same kind of friend to her as are her classmates at Day Care. But then, sometimes, as adult you find that perhaps that's not true. In her world, her plastic dog feel hungry when she does, demands milk, requires petting and hugging, and gets tired. She requests, often, to feed her toys/furniture and ascribes other anthropomorphic qualities to them.
Her obsession with Lakdi ki Kathi was talk of the house. Well, everything she does is talk of the house, but this obsession went a level higher. She would demand and listen to this song for hours at end. She would dance in circle as in the song. She would notice a flicker of Teddy Bear near the end of song and point it out to us. She would make hand gestures to mimic tiny Urmila Matondkar. So, of course, as doting parents we decided to find out where to acquire one for her. We knew that that can be bought from Channapatna, a toy town, about an hour's drive from Bangalore. But we wanted to find something in town. Two local hangouts were found wanting, and once we rejected because she swung so much that we felt that she would fall off the horse. In the end, we bought one when we visited Bannerghatta National Park with her bua Khushboo Gupta. As anti-climax go, her fanaticism has subsequently tapered off quite a bit. Lakdi ki Kathi is neither as much demanded on video nor actually played with.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Vedika - Day 751
Having trained her to use appropriate words for relieving herself, we decided that may be now is time for her to sit by herself on commode. So we got this.
In the shop, we wanted to ensure that size fits her well, and we asked her to sit on it, while kept on floor. Later, at home, having recalled seeing swimmers use ring floaters to swim, and her own experience of being asked to sit in center, Vidhi decided that it is her ring floater!
She, announced to our amazement how she will swim in this. When her Chacha decided to give the potty seat a try on real potty, she followed, saw, screamed and snatched this from his hand. Her words, "udhar mat rakho, ganda ho jaayega." Hilarity ensues!
In the shop, we wanted to ensure that size fits her well, and we asked her to sit on it, while kept on floor. Later, at home, having recalled seeing swimmers use ring floaters to swim, and her own experience of being asked to sit in center, Vidhi decided that it is her ring floater!
She, announced to our amazement how she will swim in this. When her Chacha decided to give the potty seat a try on real potty, she followed, saw, screamed and snatched this from his hand. Her words, "udhar mat rakho, ganda ho jaayega." Hilarity ensues!
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Vedika - Day 736
We are going to be shameless and announce that Ms. Vedika has won two prizes this year in her day-care in today's annual day program!!
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Vedika - Day 650
Over course of time, these posts will change their tones. Dear Vidhi, sometimes I write these in your tone, since this is supposedly your journal. Sometimes, I write as your father. Today I am writing as later.
Of course sacrifices of mothers are all well known and need no elaboration. But they must still be acknowledged. Your mom Radhika Gupta has done a lot for you in last 21 months you have been with us. There is no example in far and wide, neither among friends and relatives, nor among colleagues and neighbours, for a working mother who is able to take care of young infant along with house, husband and job.
Yes, she had help. Her job is, so far, amenable to work from home, a privilege denied to many. She has an 8 hour helper maid, which you may or may not recall/remember with fondness. Yet she also has a job which requires time and commitment like any other jobs. She also has series of maids which need to be supervised and chaperoned and trained. She also has to cook. And, of course, she has you.
You, who is not easily accustomed to new touch. You, who still cannot live or sleep with your papa or chacha. You, who yet cannot entertain by yourself. You, who needs constant attention and supervision. You, who still requires hours to feed. And you, who still cannot sleep uninterrupted at night. This is not litany of complaints about you. After all, you are you. And you are a baby.
But what this has meant is that there is a not a moment of time for your mom, for herself. Her nightly sleeps are interrupted in your unconsolable nonchalant cries for hours. Her mornings are disturbed by a late or absent maid, and who must abandon her office work to feed, bath and entertain you. Her day is spent trying to work yet keep you company. Her evenings stretch coping up with work which could not be completed in day time, and who must also attend to you after maid has left. Her business calls are filled with screams of baby Vedika trying to claim her mom back. And who must often take phone calls with you on her lap, or run software programs with you on her back. Not a moment can be wasted on personal items and TV and entertainment are at sole mercy of your Highness.
She did so and she will do so. But you must remember this, for what she is doing, hasn't been done by too many.
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A nice poem I found on internet...
Of course sacrifices of mothers are all well known and need no elaboration. But they must still be acknowledged. Your mom Radhika Gupta has done a lot for you in last 21 months you have been with us. There is no example in far and wide, neither among friends and relatives, nor among colleagues and neighbours, for a working mother who is able to take care of young infant along with house, husband and job.
Yes, she had help. Her job is, so far, amenable to work from home, a privilege denied to many. She has an 8 hour helper maid, which you may or may not recall/remember with fondness. Yet she also has a job which requires time and commitment like any other jobs. She also has series of maids which need to be supervised and chaperoned and trained. She also has to cook. And, of course, she has you.
You, who is not easily accustomed to new touch. You, who still cannot live or sleep with your papa or chacha. You, who yet cannot entertain by yourself. You, who needs constant attention and supervision. You, who still requires hours to feed. And you, who still cannot sleep uninterrupted at night. This is not litany of complaints about you. After all, you are you. And you are a baby.
But what this has meant is that there is a not a moment of time for your mom, for herself. Her nightly sleeps are interrupted in your unconsolable nonchalant cries for hours. Her mornings are disturbed by a late or absent maid, and who must abandon her office work to feed, bath and entertain you. Her day is spent trying to work yet keep you company. Her evenings stretch coping up with work which could not be completed in day time, and who must also attend to you after maid has left. Her business calls are filled with screams of baby Vedika trying to claim her mom back. And who must often take phone calls with you on her lap, or run software programs with you on her back. Not a moment can be wasted on personal items and TV and entertainment are at sole mercy of your Highness.
She did so and she will do so. But you must remember this, for what she is doing, hasn't been done by too many.
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A nice poem I found on internet...
Slow down mummy, there is no need to rush,
Slow down mummy, what is all the fuss?
Slow down mummy, make yourself a cup tea.
Slow down mummy, come and spend some time with me.
Slow down mummy, let's put our boots on and go out for a walk,
Let's kick at piles of leaves, and smile and laugh and talk.
Slow down mummy, you look ever so tired,
Come sit and snuggle under the duvet and rest with me a while.
Slow down mummy, those dirty dishes can wait,
Slow down mummy, let's have some fun, let's bake a cake!
Slow down mummy I know you work a lot,
But sometimes mummy, its nice when you just stop.
Sit with us a minute, and listen to our day,
Spend a cherished moment, because our childhood is not here to stay!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Vedika - Day 649
These days Vedika is absolutely adorable. Unless she is crying. And she still does, waking up suddenly in night, reciting unknowable phrases, and indicating perhaps, though one cannot be sure, signs of nightmares.
Her vocabulary is expanding at rapid rate. Her knowledge has moved from nouns to colours and shapes. She understands equivalence of Hindi and English words referring to same object and action. We had feared her lack of understanding colours which is quickly disappearing. She has gotten decent grasp on vegetables and fruits. And while she still cannot, naturally, carry out conversation in any specific domain, her word repertoire is enough to carry out regular conversation to all extent of daily life.
Her imagination is seeing signs of ripening for she can discern patterns of animals in shadows and dirt marks. She can mimic her mom's cooking with grass, stone and dirt as ingredients. She can recite counting from one to fifteen, alphabets from A to Z, and all seven days of week. Often times she does this subconsciously for when asked, she falters. She has great memories of all the rhymes which we played to her over the years. She can sing along fully to Johny Johny, Twinkle Twinkle, ABCD song, and few others. She has developed preference for Teletubbies too and while it's not sure if she understands anything other than Twinky-winky, Dipsee, Lala, Pooh she does recite and delights in these names.
She has matured a little to be managed by her papa and chacha for hours as long as she is paid full attention to. She plays, demands action (swings on legs, or horse-riding), and teases. Her shoulders half hunched, eyes sparkling, hands raised, ready to dhappi is often her favourite way of sneaking at our back or reaching out to us. She still doesn't understand concept of hide-and-seek and while she can find someone who is hidden, when asked to hide, remains obviously visible and near the seeker.
She has developed a new style of hand twisting, sign of her early dance moves, which she repeats when excited. On recent birthday of her Chacha, she was the one who blew candles. Four times. She seem to love this!
Vedika was fond of brushing her teeth from day one. She still is. We've got her an small toothbrush. She demands toothpaste too, though dentist recommended fluoride free toothpaste for kids, we cannot find any, and we give her a sliver of regular one. She must participate in any tooth brushing session, morning or evening. Currently, she just eats her toothpaste but still does all the regular motions. As touchy as she is in any other matter, you can freely take her toothbrush and brush her teeth yourself, and she'll let you do it. She tries to spit but cannot and having drunk toothpaste and water, just spits out her spit.
She has become absolutely choosy about clothes she wants to wear. There isn't any pattern though, and it appears primarily to be driven by her desire to not wear anything. She runs about when robing or disrobing her. And if her mind is set of not wearing a baniyaan or frock then God have mercy. Her tiny naked frame running around avoiding clothing is a sight to see.
Her vocabulary is expanding at rapid rate. Her knowledge has moved from nouns to colours and shapes. She understands equivalence of Hindi and English words referring to same object and action. We had feared her lack of understanding colours which is quickly disappearing. She has gotten decent grasp on vegetables and fruits. And while she still cannot, naturally, carry out conversation in any specific domain, her word repertoire is enough to carry out regular conversation to all extent of daily life.
Her imagination is seeing signs of ripening for she can discern patterns of animals in shadows and dirt marks. She can mimic her mom's cooking with grass, stone and dirt as ingredients. She can recite counting from one to fifteen, alphabets from A to Z, and all seven days of week. Often times she does this subconsciously for when asked, she falters. She has great memories of all the rhymes which we played to her over the years. She can sing along fully to Johny Johny, Twinkle Twinkle, ABCD song, and few others. She has developed preference for Teletubbies too and while it's not sure if she understands anything other than Twinky-winky, Dipsee, Lala, Pooh she does recite and delights in these names.
She has matured a little to be managed by her papa and chacha for hours as long as she is paid full attention to. She plays, demands action (swings on legs, or horse-riding), and teases. Her shoulders half hunched, eyes sparkling, hands raised, ready to dhappi is often her favourite way of sneaking at our back or reaching out to us. She still doesn't understand concept of hide-and-seek and while she can find someone who is hidden, when asked to hide, remains obviously visible and near the seeker.
She has developed a new style of hand twisting, sign of her early dance moves, which she repeats when excited. On recent birthday of her Chacha, she was the one who blew candles. Four times. She seem to love this!
Vedika was fond of brushing her teeth from day one. She still is. We've got her an small toothbrush. She demands toothpaste too, though dentist recommended fluoride free toothpaste for kids, we cannot find any, and we give her a sliver of regular one. She must participate in any tooth brushing session, morning or evening. Currently, she just eats her toothpaste but still does all the regular motions. As touchy as she is in any other matter, you can freely take her toothbrush and brush her teeth yourself, and she'll let you do it. She tries to spit but cannot and having drunk toothpaste and water, just spits out her spit.
She has become absolutely choosy about clothes she wants to wear. There isn't any pattern though, and it appears primarily to be driven by her desire to not wear anything. She runs about when robing or disrobing her. And if her mind is set of not wearing a baniyaan or frock then God have mercy. Her tiny naked frame running around avoiding clothing is a sight to see.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Vedika - Day 602
I've become lax in updating this journal. I could blame that I didn't receive response that I (foolishly) had hoped for. Let alone contributing, no one is even reading this thought. But I am trying to keep it up, until I cannot. For you. My dear daughter you: Vedika.
You have gone to your Mama's place in Hyderabad after Diwali. You met your Nana-Nani and Nitya didi. I hear your mom tell you that you are enjoying playing with her. I am glad you found a playmate. I hear your mom also tell that you are as fuzzy about going to your near and dear ones as you ever were. We hope that one day you will not be so. Family is important. People who love you are most important. And they won't love you always unconditionally. You are kid now, so they do, enjoy while it lasts. Expectations can be tough.
Your one act brings hilarity to mind often. On day of Diwali, after Puja, everyone was touching feet of everyone else. At some point, you decided that's the thing to do. So you bent and touched feet of your mother. I didn't notice, for when you came for me, I started walking away. When I did, I saw you crawling floor on your hands and knees following me to touch my feet. It was funny and sad. Sorry beta. I love you too.
I heard your voice on first time, since you started speaking, on phone now. You are loud. And clear. And only because of your vocabulary and because I know, I can say it's you. Else you cannot be known to be infant. And you shout a lot, even when you are not crying.
It was your second Diwali. I don't think anything remarkable happened. We thought you'd love firecrackers. You didn't show signs of either love or hate. But you didn't like to watch too, for when you have been watching and hearing lights and sounds for half-an-hour, you asked, calmly and not demanding, to go home. You tilted your head on side and said 'ok' and 'done'. Absolutely cute.
You mimic things. A lot. Everything. Laughing, yawning, popping food, bubble wrap, head massage, everything. We have to be careful. You want things done just the right way. Head massage has to happen when sitting on ground when mom is on bed, not on lap, not you on bed. You have to have your ducks near you when you poop. Simple demands of simple life.
I am missing you. I love you.
You have gone to your Mama's place in Hyderabad after Diwali. You met your Nana-Nani and Nitya didi. I hear your mom tell you that you are enjoying playing with her. I am glad you found a playmate. I hear your mom also tell that you are as fuzzy about going to your near and dear ones as you ever were. We hope that one day you will not be so. Family is important. People who love you are most important. And they won't love you always unconditionally. You are kid now, so they do, enjoy while it lasts. Expectations can be tough.
Your one act brings hilarity to mind often. On day of Diwali, after Puja, everyone was touching feet of everyone else. At some point, you decided that's the thing to do. So you bent and touched feet of your mother. I didn't notice, for when you came for me, I started walking away. When I did, I saw you crawling floor on your hands and knees following me to touch my feet. It was funny and sad. Sorry beta. I love you too.
I heard your voice on first time, since you started speaking, on phone now. You are loud. And clear. And only because of your vocabulary and because I know, I can say it's you. Else you cannot be known to be infant. And you shout a lot, even when you are not crying.
It was your second Diwali. I don't think anything remarkable happened. We thought you'd love firecrackers. You didn't show signs of either love or hate. But you didn't like to watch too, for when you have been watching and hearing lights and sounds for half-an-hour, you asked, calmly and not demanding, to go home. You tilted your head on side and said 'ok' and 'done'. Absolutely cute.
You mimic things. A lot. Everything. Laughing, yawning, popping food, bubble wrap, head massage, everything. We have to be careful. You want things done just the right way. Head massage has to happen when sitting on ground when mom is on bed, not on lap, not you on bed. You have to have your ducks near you when you poop. Simple demands of simple life.
I am missing you. I love you.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Vedika - Day 582
"Aa gaya" and "chala gaya" define recurring themes of words Vidhi uses these days. Every person and object gets its presence announced by "aa gaya" and absence by "chala gaya", be it papa, chacha, mummy, aunty, ant, cow, or airplane. She would randomly call out things like cow or airplane, and when asked where, will simply say "chala gaya".
Aeroplanes are her favourite in-thing these days. Even a sound of passing plane will have her running to nearest member shouting 'aeroplan' and demanding to be taken to balcony to see it. Even when she is sleeping or drowsy, mention of very word in communication will have her alert and ready to run. She understand "aeroplane wings" as additional component, thanks to her Mom, and will actively point them out to us.
Vidhi is showing signs of becoming the grown up person she will be, at least till puberty hits her. She understands the context and meaning of 'shh' and talking in whispers. When she is made to sleep at night, she is at her playful best, with peek-a-boo within the sheets and talking in whisper lest mom hears her. Radhika is annoyed by my such attempts as this distracts from environment of absolute silence that must be created for Vidhi to fall asleep but it feels like such a fun time between father and daughter against mother.
Today she tried to do an absolute adorable thing. I had laid out photocopy of my PAN card on A4 paper and she tried to pick PAN card only, obviously to fail, repeatedly, not realizing that it's an image over larger white paper and not an separate object.
Vidhi visited Mysore Dassera prior weekend - the one where I lost my iPhone 4s - and enjoyed parts of morning in the zoo. Possibly not as much as I had hoped because enclosure of zoo kept most animals quite far from her and vision was short. She fell asleep in the middle of rounds.
Aeroplanes are her favourite in-thing these days. Even a sound of passing plane will have her running to nearest member shouting 'aeroplan' and demanding to be taken to balcony to see it. Even when she is sleeping or drowsy, mention of very word in communication will have her alert and ready to run. She understand "aeroplane wings" as additional component, thanks to her Mom, and will actively point them out to us.
Vidhi is showing signs of becoming the grown up person she will be, at least till puberty hits her. She understands the context and meaning of 'shh' and talking in whispers. When she is made to sleep at night, she is at her playful best, with peek-a-boo within the sheets and talking in whisper lest mom hears her. Radhika is annoyed by my such attempts as this distracts from environment of absolute silence that must be created for Vidhi to fall asleep but it feels like such a fun time between father and daughter against mother.
Today she tried to do an absolute adorable thing. I had laid out photocopy of my PAN card on A4 paper and she tried to pick PAN card only, obviously to fail, repeatedly, not realizing that it's an image over larger white paper and not an separate object.
Vidhi visited Mysore Dassera prior weekend - the one where I lost my iPhone 4s - and enjoyed parts of morning in the zoo. Possibly not as much as I had hoped because enclosure of zoo kept most animals quite far from her and vision was short. She fell asleep in the middle of rounds.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Vedika - Day 578
Vidhi's vocabulary as of today...
A apple aeroplane ant anklet aunty auto
A apple aeroplane ant anklet aunty auto
B banana balloon baby butterfly biscuit bird ball bat bag bear bangles bottle bell baby book back bye-bye bend
C car cat close clock chin chocolate cow cockroach chair cheeks curtain clean colour cap circle comb crocodile catch clap
D donkey dog duck doll drum dustbin door done
E elephant eyes ears earrings
F fish forehead flower fan finger finish fly
G goat good-day good-night gym giraffe
H horse house head hair hen hot hippo hands
I
J jump
K kite kangaroo kitty
L lion lips legs leapord light
M monkey moon mouth mango milk
N no nose nest nails neck
O open office owl orange onion on off
P pant pigeon pencil pen peacock potty put-in pink phone
Q
R rabbit rice
S sun spoon star sky shoes stick-it stone stana spider see-saw socks
T teeth tummy toes tea teapot tounge tub tata throw tree TV
U umbrella uncle up
V
W watch
X
Y
Z zebra
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