Kids say the darnedest things, and I'll put down Summy's questions now and then so I don't forget them. Here's #1:
"Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Edited to add: On thinking, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" isn't so ridiculous after all. We keep growing up all the time. This is not the end of the road.
It is a cheerful question that makes you think of all the possibilities, no matter what you already did, no matter how old you are. So what do you want to be when you grow up?
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Sing it the right way!
I dug up the complete lyrics for Twinkle, Twinkle, didn't I?
Then I sang it to Summy the last three nights - and she told me "Mommy, No! Sing it the right way!"
But yesterday she said "Mommy, can you please sing it not the right way?" :)
Then I sang it to Summy the last three nights - and she told me "Mommy, No! Sing it the right way!"
But yesterday she said "Mommy, can you please sing it not the right way?" :)
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Because Summy loves this for a lullaby, I searched for and found the complete lyrics.
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
When the blazing sun has gone
When he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light
Twinkle twinkle all the night
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
Then the trav'ler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark
How could he see where to go
If you did not twinkle so
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
In the dark blue sky you keep
Through my curtains often peep
For you never shut your eyes
Till the morning sun does rise
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the trav'ler in the dark
Though I know not what you are
Twinkle on please little star
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
When the blazing sun has gone
When he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light
Twinkle twinkle all the night
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
Then the trav'ler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark
How could he see where to go
If you did not twinkle so
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
In the dark blue sky you keep
Through my curtains often peep
For you never shut your eyes
Till the morning sun does rise
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the trav'ler in the dark
Though I know not what you are
Twinkle on please little star
|| Twinkle twinkle ||
Monday, April 17, 2006
Calligraphy
I picked up all her train tracks and pieces and put them in a red basket. This was the cue for Summy to come running and dump out all the pieces on the floor. The other day she had learnt to make a figure 8 track, so the train could go over the bridge and all around on it.
But yesterday, she put the tracks in a little circle instead. She said "Look! I made an 'O'!" I was very impressed. After a while she said "Look! I made a 'Q'!" The circle now had the train bridge pieces going over the rim, and it was a big Q! I was just remarking to my SIL about how much more kids know now than we did at their age, and I heard "Look! I made a 'G'!" She had added more pieces to the Q, but it didn't look like a G. Then I saw it was not a G, it was a 'g'. She curved the Q's tail around to form a g. You know, g, as "in genius" :)
Disclaimer: I'm a mom, so everything my baby does is ingenious to me.
But yesterday, she put the tracks in a little circle instead. She said "Look! I made an 'O'!" I was very impressed. After a while she said "Look! I made a 'Q'!" The circle now had the train bridge pieces going over the rim, and it was a big Q! I was just remarking to my SIL about how much more kids know now than we did at their age, and I heard "Look! I made a 'G'!" She had added more pieces to the Q, but it didn't look like a G. Then I saw it was not a G, it was a 'g'. She curved the Q's tail around to form a g. You know, g, as "in genius" :)
Disclaimer: I'm a mom, so everything my baby does is ingenious to me.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The Silver Lining
"If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes." A quote attributed to Mark Twain and stolen by regions all over, apparently including Cincinnati and Texas. But New England owns the copyright.
Well, we waited a few hours, and today the temperature is up to a sultry 43 degrees, up from 33 (Fahrenheit, that is). Yesterday was cloudy and gray, with the snow showers interrupted occasionally by freezing rain. Today, it's sunny and bright, and what clouds are there are fluffy white. The grass is green, with a light sprinkling of snow on top (Looks a little bit like Summy's birthday cake, with sugar on it). The duckies are out swimming on the shimmery lake. I didn't want to get poetic, now, but it's that kind of day.
On a not unrelated note, when you are tired of hearing about the terrorism, the poverty, the misery, and the pollution, visit goodnewsindia for a silver lining.
Well, we waited a few hours, and today the temperature is up to a sultry 43 degrees, up from 33 (Fahrenheit, that is). Yesterday was cloudy and gray, with the snow showers interrupted occasionally by freezing rain. Today, it's sunny and bright, and what clouds are there are fluffy white. The grass is green, with a light sprinkling of snow on top (Looks a little bit like Summy's birthday cake, with sugar on it). The duckies are out swimming on the shimmery lake. I didn't want to get poetic, now, but it's that kind of day.
On a not unrelated note, when you are tired of hearing about the terrorism, the poverty, the misery, and the pollution, visit goodnewsindia for a silver lining.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Spring has sprung!
New England's winter last three months officially, but we have been in winter coats for six months now. Everybody was anxious for Spring by the end of March.
Sure enough, the weather got warmer. Last weekend we saw the first robins of Spring. April showers started right on the mark. Logically, the next thing to follow would be the first daffodils blooming. Then why were we still surprised this morning when we looked through the window, and saw - the most natural thing in these parts - the first snow of April?
Nature has played this April fool's prank played on us so many times, that we should have been used to it by now.
One little person is always happy to see snow, and she was happy this morning too ("It's not spring outside anymore, mommy - it's winter!" Cowabunga.). Kids are so easy to please - if you give them sun, they are happy because they get to play outside. If you give them rain, they are happy because they get to use their umbrellas. If you give them snow, they are happy because they get to catch it on their tongues.
I'm glad somebody is happy about the snow.
Sure enough, the weather got warmer. Last weekend we saw the first robins of Spring. April showers started right on the mark. Logically, the next thing to follow would be the first daffodils blooming. Then why were we still surprised this morning when we looked through the window, and saw - the most natural thing in these parts - the first snow of April?
Nature has played this April fool's prank played on us so many times, that we should have been used to it by now.
One little person is always happy to see snow, and she was happy this morning too ("It's not spring outside anymore, mommy - it's winter!" Cowabunga.). Kids are so easy to please - if you give them sun, they are happy because they get to play outside. If you give them rain, they are happy because they get to use their umbrellas. If you give them snow, they are happy because they get to catch it on their tongues.
I'm glad somebody is happy about the snow.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Birthday Party
Summy had a party last Sunday, though I couldn't write up an entry about it last week. It was a lot of fun for everybody who was under 4 feet high.
The guests all arrived on time, at 11 am. They wished Sameera a Happy Birthday and then got into play mode right away. Everybody cooked and fed their parents in the play dining room, rode the big train engine in the train room, shopped in the play grocery store, and tumbled about in the little gym.
After about an hour of this, we herded them into the party room, and the kids got sticky and messy doing a paper bag puppet craft. After which, they impatiently dug into their pizza. (Little kids aren't subtle when they realize it's lunch time - "Is that pizza?" "I want some pizza!" "I'm hungry!" "Can we eat now?" Even one parent asked "Is that pizza for the big boys too?" - everybody ate, it was good pizza!) A huge Dora cake followed, and Summy blew the number 3 candle out to cheers and clapping. The lady of the play place played on the piano and sang Happy Birthday. Then we sliced and served cake (with more subtle hints in the background "I want cake!" "I want cake!"). This went well, mostly, except for when one of her friends said "It's my birthday!", which made Summy very indignant (a shouting match of "No, it's MY birthday!" followed).
After licking the frosting off the cake and leaving the rest alone (next year I have an idea for a cake that's made entirely of frosting), the kids were manoeuvered again into a different play zone. They drove fire engines, little cars, played doctor, made music, colored, and best of all, played with water. At about 1, the parents tried to convince their children to leave. This was made easier with the bringing out of the goody bags.
This part is the icing on my cake. I was handing out goody bags, and Summy seemed to consider this the lowest insult. She said "I want to do it." So I let her. She gave a goody bag, a hug, and a kiss to each friend, and said "Thanks for coming to my party.".
It's true I had told her the night before that as a host, it would be her duty to do this. It would make her friends happy if she did. But I didn't dream that she would actually remember and do it! Shows that I should trust her with more responsibility than I do.
This birthday party was not about Summy being queen for a day - though ofcourse it was her special day. At three, she was ready to be the host at her party for the first time. She was to know that it's good to have friends around to celebrate, and to receive them well and show them she was happy to have them come. She did this much better than I've ever done (except for the one small shouting incident :)).
In her excitement, Summy had a single bite of pizza and one sip of juice in the party. After we went back home and settled down, her tummy reminded her about that - she asked for pizza, and then some more, and then some more. Kiran, Summy and I sat down at the French window and ate pizza. That was our little family party, I suppose.
Summy was as eager to send thank you notes to her friends as she was to open presents. She decorated them, and though she could not write, she asked me to read what I'd written. I mailed them out, but forgot to tell her about it. Two days later, she says "Uh oh! We forgot to mail the thank you cards." :) Three-year-olds are miracles.
The guests all arrived on time, at 11 am. They wished Sameera a Happy Birthday and then got into play mode right away. Everybody cooked and fed their parents in the play dining room, rode the big train engine in the train room, shopped in the play grocery store, and tumbled about in the little gym.
After about an hour of this, we herded them into the party room, and the kids got sticky and messy doing a paper bag puppet craft. After which, they impatiently dug into their pizza. (Little kids aren't subtle when they realize it's lunch time - "Is that pizza?" "I want some pizza!" "I'm hungry!" "Can we eat now?" Even one parent asked "Is that pizza for the big boys too?" - everybody ate, it was good pizza!) A huge Dora cake followed, and Summy blew the number 3 candle out to cheers and clapping. The lady of the play place played on the piano and sang Happy Birthday. Then we sliced and served cake (with more subtle hints in the background "I want cake!" "I want cake!"). This went well, mostly, except for when one of her friends said "It's my birthday!", which made Summy very indignant (a shouting match of "No, it's MY birthday!" followed).
After licking the frosting off the cake and leaving the rest alone (next year I have an idea for a cake that's made entirely of frosting), the kids were manoeuvered again into a different play zone. They drove fire engines, little cars, played doctor, made music, colored, and best of all, played with water. At about 1, the parents tried to convince their children to leave. This was made easier with the bringing out of the goody bags.
This part is the icing on my cake. I was handing out goody bags, and Summy seemed to consider this the lowest insult. She said "I want to do it." So I let her. She gave a goody bag, a hug, and a kiss to each friend, and said "Thanks for coming to my party.".
It's true I had told her the night before that as a host, it would be her duty to do this. It would make her friends happy if she did. But I didn't dream that she would actually remember and do it! Shows that I should trust her with more responsibility than I do.
This birthday party was not about Summy being queen for a day - though ofcourse it was her special day. At three, she was ready to be the host at her party for the first time. She was to know that it's good to have friends around to celebrate, and to receive them well and show them she was happy to have them come. She did this much better than I've ever done (except for the one small shouting incident :)).
In her excitement, Summy had a single bite of pizza and one sip of juice in the party. After we went back home and settled down, her tummy reminded her about that - she asked for pizza, and then some more, and then some more. Kiran, Summy and I sat down at the French window and ate pizza. That was our little family party, I suppose.
Summy was as eager to send thank you notes to her friends as she was to open presents. She decorated them, and though she could not write, she asked me to read what I'd written. I mailed them out, but forgot to tell her about it. Two days later, she says "Uh oh! We forgot to mail the thank you cards." :) Three-year-olds are miracles.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Three year Physical
Summy had her three year check up yesterday. Kiran joined me for this special occasion. It was well worth coming. Not because she needs us to be there for the check-up, really. In fact, we could have just dropped her off at the hospital and she would have done fine all by herself, the way she went on yesterday. We her parents are getting more and more obsolete.
She is good friends with her doctor by now. The last time she got shots was a year ago, and everytime she visits the doctor she gets stickers. So no yelling, screaming "No! I don't want to go to the doctor!". On the contrary, she treats the visits more like picnics.
Her doctor usually ignores us (the obsoletes) for the most part and talks directly to her. This is how they went on yesterday:
"Hello, Sameera!"
"Hi! I am not feeling well, I was sick!"
"I don't think so (with a smile). Did you just have a birthday?"
"Yeah! I have a birthday party!"
"How old are you?"
"One, two, three!" (holding up three fingers one by one)
"Who came to your party?"
"Aditya, and Padma, and Colette, and Joshua, and...."
"A lot of kids came to your party!"
"Yeah, A lot of kids. And Francis, and Stephen, and..."
"Did you get lots of presents?"
"Yeah! and Ashley, and Grant, and..."
At this point, the doctor told us she had put on an average amount of weight, and grown an average amount taller. It seems she talked well and seemed mature for her age. So she's 3, weighs 30 pounds and measures 36 inches.
Then he checked her.
"How many eyes do you have?"
(She looked at him surprised, sorry that a grown man didn't know this)
"Two! One, two!" (Holding up two fingers and pointing to her eyes to help him understand).
"And how many ears?"
"Two! One, two!" (with a big grin, points to her ears).
"Who is this?" (about her stuffed mouse)
"Angelina Ballerina. She lives at my house."
"Who else lives at your house?"
"Mommy, and Daddy, and Babai, and Pinni. I live in a green house, and I get a house for my birthday, and I play with my house and the kitchen and I cook dinner, and I feed my doll milk and orange juice. Okay?"
After the check-up was done, she looked anxiously at the closet from which the doctor usually dispenses stickers. This is what she waits for from the minute we tell her we're going to the doctor. The doctor gave her two stickers, said she has a very pleasant personality and we must be having a lot of fun with her. The next visit will be in one year.
She is good friends with her doctor by now. The last time she got shots was a year ago, and everytime she visits the doctor she gets stickers. So no yelling, screaming "No! I don't want to go to the doctor!". On the contrary, she treats the visits more like picnics.
Her doctor usually ignores us (the obsoletes) for the most part and talks directly to her. This is how they went on yesterday:
"Hello, Sameera!"
"Hi! I am not feeling well, I was sick!"
"I don't think so (with a smile). Did you just have a birthday?"
"Yeah! I have a birthday party!"
"How old are you?"
"One, two, three!" (holding up three fingers one by one)
"Who came to your party?"
"Aditya, and Padma, and Colette, and Joshua, and...."
"A lot of kids came to your party!"
"Yeah, A lot of kids. And Francis, and Stephen, and..."
"Did you get lots of presents?"
"Yeah! and Ashley, and Grant, and..."
At this point, the doctor told us she had put on an average amount of weight, and grown an average amount taller. It seems she talked well and seemed mature for her age. So she's 3, weighs 30 pounds and measures 36 inches.
Then he checked her.
"How many eyes do you have?"
(She looked at him surprised, sorry that a grown man didn't know this)
"Two! One, two!" (Holding up two fingers and pointing to her eyes to help him understand).
"And how many ears?"
"Two! One, two!" (with a big grin, points to her ears).
"Who is this?" (about her stuffed mouse)
"Angelina Ballerina. She lives at my house."
"Who else lives at your house?"
"Mommy, and Daddy, and Babai, and Pinni. I live in a green house, and I get a house for my birthday, and I play with my house and the kitchen and I cook dinner, and I feed my doll milk and orange juice. Okay?"
After the check-up was done, she looked anxiously at the closet from which the doctor usually dispenses stickers. This is what she waits for from the minute we tell her we're going to the doctor. The doctor gave her two stickers, said she has a very pleasant personality and we must be having a lot of fun with her. The next visit will be in one year.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Eggstra-ordinary Dilemma
Yesterday, Summy and I were reading about a bear who is very hungry, and is eating lots of breakfast - toast, and waffles, and pancakes, and juice, and milk, and eggs... here Summy stopped me. "That's silly - you don't eat eggs. Little birdies live in them, and then the egg goes crack crack, and then it's a baby bird! Ha ha ha!" There was silence for a little while - she had me there.
We are vegetarians, but we do eat eggs now and then (not lately, though). I explained to her that not all eggs have baby birds in them, but I have a feeling that we won't be eating eggs anymore, not even rarely.
We are vegetarians, but we do eat eggs now and then (not lately, though). I explained to her that not all eggs have baby birds in them, but I have a feeling that we won't be eating eggs anymore, not even rarely.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Rapid Progress
On February 6th, I posted about how Summy was recognizing some letters. Now, less than two months later, she recognizes all (except for some confusion with "d"s and "b"s, "v"s and "y"s, and so on). Both capital and small. She knows the sounds many of them make. She recognizes Dora's name when she sees it in print.
Yesterday, I was writing down our names and phone numbers. She peeked, and said "That's Daddy's name." That was quite a surprise for me! Then she pointed to my name and said "That's your name, mommy." It wasn't actual reading, because I was writing in cursive, but she saw the big "K" and "A" in our names and deduced what they were.
Amazing! To a mom, anyway :) At the end of this week, she is going to be three years old. Three years ago, she hadn't seen nothing yet. Now, it seems there is nothing she hasn't seen!
Yesterday, I was writing down our names and phone numbers. She peeked, and said "That's Daddy's name." That was quite a surprise for me! Then she pointed to my name and said "That's your name, mommy." It wasn't actual reading, because I was writing in cursive, but she saw the big "K" and "A" in our names and deduced what they were.
Amazing! To a mom, anyway :) At the end of this week, she is going to be three years old. Three years ago, she hadn't seen nothing yet. Now, it seems there is nothing she hasn't seen!
Curious George
Two Saturdays ago, Summy and I went to see "Curious George" in the BIG movie theatre along with her cousin and aunt. We sat in the last row, and the kids were angels throughout. The top of the seats in front of us obstructed the kids' view a little. Also, the little ones were not heavy enough to keep those theatre seats from folding up :) So midway through the movie, Summy and her cousin both climbed onto their moms' laps.
As for the movie itself, it was okay. Almost every kids' movie that is made, is an adult's movie in disguise. A bumbling hero, on a mission to save his beloved museum, a villain who is trying to sabotage the hero's quest, and even a love interest. All quite unnecessary. I think there was no reason for a plot for this movie. Curious George (who is a monkey, if you didn't know it), left to himself, might have carried the movie through on his own. George is the cutest. One of the first scenes is when the hero (the man in the yellow helmet) meets Curious George. George plays peekaboo in the man's hat. It was delightful. After the movie was all done, this was the scene Summy remembered best.
As for the movie itself, it was okay. Almost every kids' movie that is made, is an adult's movie in disguise. A bumbling hero, on a mission to save his beloved museum, a villain who is trying to sabotage the hero's quest, and even a love interest. All quite unnecessary. I think there was no reason for a plot for this movie. Curious George (who is a monkey, if you didn't know it), left to himself, might have carried the movie through on his own. George is the cutest. One of the first scenes is when the hero (the man in the yellow helmet) meets Curious George. George plays peekaboo in the man's hat. It was delightful. After the movie was all done, this was the scene Summy remembered best.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Scry again!
Her favorite full length movie is "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang".
Her favorite song from the movie is "Truly Scrumptious". She usually sings it very well, not caring too much about the words but keeping a perfect tune.
Yesterday we found her humming "Scruly Scrumptious, you're scruly scruly scrumptious" as she was playing.
Her favorite song from the movie is "Truly Scrumptious". She usually sings it very well, not caring too much about the words but keeping a perfect tune.
Yesterday we found her humming "Scruly Scrumptious, you're scruly scruly scrumptious" as she was playing.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Funny
The past one week, Summy has been sleeping in her own bed (voluntarily). About three hours after she falls asleep, she wakes up with a pathetic "Mama." and outstretched hands. Then I go get the warm bundle and snuggle down with it in our bed for the rest of the night.
Yesterday, I slept like a log. This morning, I heard the happenings of last night from Kiran. She fell out of her bed in the middle of the night. Then she stood up and got back into her bed while mumbling. After giving her a couple of minutes to settle in, Kiran covered her up with a blankie again, and she slept.
We were always a little afraid she would fall, but it didn't seem to have fazed her much at all. By the way, she slept in her own bed all night yesterday. I don't expect it to happen everyday, but I think she's moving herself out of our bed bit by bit. It's a little sad, but it's nice that we don't have to lie down with an octopus/mule (she wriggles like the former, and kicks like the latter).
Yesterday, I slept like a log. This morning, I heard the happenings of last night from Kiran. She fell out of her bed in the middle of the night. Then she stood up and got back into her bed while mumbling. After giving her a couple of minutes to settle in, Kiran covered her up with a blankie again, and she slept.
We were always a little afraid she would fall, but it didn't seem to have fazed her much at all. By the way, she slept in her own bed all night yesterday. I don't expect it to happen everyday, but I think she's moving herself out of our bed bit by bit. It's a little sad, but it's nice that we don't have to lie down with an octopus/mule (she wriggles like the former, and kicks like the latter).
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Kachu
Who is Kachu? Her first doll with hair.
Why Kachu? Because she named it so. Her first choice was a boy name. When I pointed out the doll was a girl, her next pick was the gender-neutral, one-of-a-kind name, Kachu.
What does Kachu mean? I'll have to ask her. I'm sure she can explain. She has an explanation for everything.
Yesterday, I found Kachu in her cubby at school, minus the clothes. So I asked her about it, and she knew exactly where to find everything. Kachu's shirt was hanging on Summy's coathook, and Kachu's pants were in the winter gear shelf.
Kachu gets to ride on the front bar of Summy's trike everyday. Summy even gave her a shampoo the other day.
Why Kachu? Because she named it so. Her first choice was a boy name. When I pointed out the doll was a girl, her next pick was the gender-neutral, one-of-a-kind name, Kachu.
What does Kachu mean? I'll have to ask her. I'm sure she can explain. She has an explanation for everything.
Yesterday, I found Kachu in her cubby at school, minus the clothes. So I asked her about it, and she knew exactly where to find everything. Kachu's shirt was hanging on Summy's coathook, and Kachu's pants were in the winter gear shelf.
Kachu gets to ride on the front bar of Summy's trike everyday. Summy even gave her a shampoo the other day.
Attention Span
Her attention span is now super-long for books. I remember when I used to buy her books with just pictures and no words, because she wouldn't listen to me reading. Not anymore.
Now, she wants books with longer and longer stories (the better to delay bedtime). Yesterday was a record, when we read a 64-page Amelia Bedelia book in one stretch.
We have broken the record for number of books read at bedtime a month ago though. Every night, as we reach the end of the last book, she starts to get anxious even before we finish it. She starts peering at the book shelf to pick another one and beg "Last time!". So one night when I was feeling patient, I thought "Why not read to her heart's content? She's sure to get sleepy at some point. I know I get sleepy after I read for a while" Twenty books and more than an hour later, I changed my mind. Requests for "Only one more!" kept coming. Whether it's love of books, or dislike of going to bed, or both, I now know that she won't voluntarily stop.
Now, she wants books with longer and longer stories (the better to delay bedtime). Yesterday was a record, when we read a 64-page Amelia Bedelia book in one stretch.
We have broken the record for number of books read at bedtime a month ago though. Every night, as we reach the end of the last book, she starts to get anxious even before we finish it. She starts peering at the book shelf to pick another one and beg "Last time!". So one night when I was feeling patient, I thought "Why not read to her heart's content? She's sure to get sleepy at some point. I know I get sleepy after I read for a while" Twenty books and more than an hour later, I changed my mind. Requests for "Only one more!" kept coming. Whether it's love of books, or dislike of going to bed, or both, I now know that she won't voluntarily stop.
If a train goes "choo choo"...
How does a potty train go?
"Poo Poo!"
This is the first joke I heard from my potty-training daughter. Even though it's gross, I want to save it for future laughs :)
"Poo Poo!"
This is the first joke I heard from my potty-training daughter. Even though it's gross, I want to save it for future laughs :)
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Been a long time
Since I got time to post an entry. I know lots of things have happened in between, but I've forgotten most of them. When your child says the funniest things, you think you'll remember it forever, but a mommy brain overloaded with keeping track of the details of daily routine forgets quickly.
Here is an excerpt from one of my emails:
For Valentine's day, Summy made valentines for her friends and teachers, and gave them out at school. She practised saying "HappyValentine's Day" but when she stepped in through the classroom door,she was too excited to remember. She just yelled "Balentime!" She was very happy to get cards from her friends too. After the day was done,on the way home, she asked "Mommy, is it my birthday?" :) Next morning,she said "Can I do Balentimes again?" Little children are the sweetest(when they are not being little devils - ofcourse at Halloween, they are sweet little devils).
Here is an excerpt from one of my emails:
For Valentine's day, Summy made valentines for her friends and teachers, and gave them out at school. She practised saying "HappyValentine's Day" but when she stepped in through the classroom door,she was too excited to remember. She just yelled "Balentime!" She was very happy to get cards from her friends too. After the day was done,on the way home, she asked "Mommy, is it my birthday?" :) Next morning,she said "Can I do Balentimes again?" Little children are the sweetest(when they are not being little devils - ofcourse at Halloween, they are sweet little devils).
Friday, February 10, 2006
Quote of the Day
"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings."
Monday, February 06, 2006
Progress in Home Education
Was it Mark Twain who said "I never let school get in the way of my education."?
On similar lines, in spite of me, Summy is making progress by herself. She can now count to twenty in English, to ten in Telugu and to five in Spanish, though not always in the right order :). She recognizes her favorite letters ('S' for Sameera!) and numbers, and knows that letters make up words.
On similar lines, in spite of me, Summy is making progress by herself. She can now count to twenty in English, to ten in Telugu and to five in Spanish, though not always in the right order :). She recognizes her favorite letters ('S' for Sameera!) and numbers, and knows that letters make up words.
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