More Sleep Talk

I wouldn't have believed that a two year old would talk this much in his sleep, but I hear him everyday. And it's not unintelligible mumbling, like adults usually do.

Yesterday: "There was one cat outchide; There were two cats outchide; There were three cats outchide; There were four cats outchide;", like he was reciting a book.

Maybe he wakes up a little, talks without opening his eyes, and then falls back asleep.

Welcoming Summy Home

When Summy came home from school this afternoon, her first words were, "Get off the back of that sofa, Pranav. You'll fall down and get a bad boo boo." He ignored her, and she kept telling him to get off.

Finally, he smiled at her and said, "Hi, Akka. Are you home?"

She smiled too, and said, "Hi, Pranav!"

Then she came to me, telling me about her day. Earlier, he would try to get my attention back to him by hanging onto my legs, or whining about something. But today he was direct - he put his outstretched hands on her, and said, "No, Akka! I talk Amma!"

We were both surprised ( and Summy not very pleased) and stared at him in silence. One he got my attention, he actually had nothing to say, so he giggled and ran away back to his Play-Doh.

Oh, Brother!

Pranav has grown stubborn and insists that whatever he says is right. He doesn't like to be corrected.

If he says, "P is for monkey", and I say, "M is for monkey", he insists, "No, P is for Monkey", and repeats it several times, looking mischievously defiant.

The other day, he told me, "You are my brother, Amma.", and before I could deny this, he added, " And I am your sister." I was so surprised, that for a while, I didn't know where to begin.

"Pranav, I am your mother...", I started. "NO!", he said, "You are my brother." He repeated this many times so that I would remember it. I gave up.

That night, he suddenly gave me a hug and said, "I love you, brother." My sister sure is crazy, but I love him too.

I'm sure that all of this comes from Summy trying to explain these relationships to him. Her efforts paid off, he's been calling her "brother" too.

Grime Time

Today Pranav started his afternoon by crawling around on the ground outside our apartments, and rubbing his hands all over it.

When his hands were black to his satisfaction, he found he was thirsty and he asked for a juice box. After a few sips, he wasn't so thirsty anymore, and he squirted juice out of the box all over himself.

He wiped his sticky black hands on his favorite jeans, and proceeded to the playground. There, his sticky shoes filled with sand (so that's why they're called "sand"als?) annoyed him, and he threw them off. He climbed on the equipment and had fun. Soon, his feet matched his hands in blackness.

Then we moved on to the cafe where I fed him French fries. There he dipped his hands into the ketchup, and then into his glass of water.

Finally we came home, and by this time he was more a ball of dirt than a little boy. He left a trail of sand wherever he went. I scrubbed him down from matted hair to blackened toes, and he came out of the bath looking like a little angel, and smelling sweet.

Immediately, he set to work again, "eating" a bowl of yogurt, and in the process, getting it on his hands, hair, and eventually, on his tummy, his legs, his feet, his chair, and the floor, as he toppled his bowl over.

What can I say? I do my job, he does his.

He is an Girl!

Picks up two pencils, holds them on either side of his head like pony tails, and says, "I am an girl, Amma!".

Sleep talk and Sweet Talk

He keeps talking through the night. I usually don't remember what he said, though I remember it being funny at the time.

Here are a few of the lines that he said out of the blue last night:

"No, that's an Kangaroo!"

"That one is an watermelon."

"The parrot is okay, Amma."

What kangaroo? What watermelon? What parrot?

On a different topic, Pranav has me talking like him now.

"Do you want an banana, Pranav?"

"Please bring me an spoon, Summy."

"Should we stay inchide, or go outchide now?"

"No, not uptairs, Pranav, we are going downtairs."