Category: Growing up

Learning as we go..

Sometimes, things Buzz does catches me by surprise. And leaves me amazed. Little things like, thank you and sorry and please and bless you. Or the way she shares toys and playing area with other kids. Or her sense of compassion as she asks for ice for a little kid who is hurt. For a minute I stop and wonder where she learned all she has learned from. And then it comes to me, from her daycare.

When we were looking for a daycare for Buzz, I happened to talk to a friend of mine and she told me about the daycare her son went to. She talked about how great the teachers were, how much her son had learned, how amazing the care was. As a parent, I was particular (OK OK obsessed) about where Buzz would go, the cleanliness of the place, the teacher to student ratio, the  kind of teachers. The list went on and on. Hence the recommendation from a friend was God send. So many of my obsessive points were taken care of. The rest got answered when I visited the place.

Now, I look back and am so glad with our decision to send Buzz there. I can’t say enough about how great her teachers are. For people who deal with 10-12 kids day in day out, the love they show to all of them through tantrums, tears, food and toys thrown around, diaper changes and sickness, leaves me awestruck. I have come to believe that it takes very special kind of people who can shower so much of their time and energy on someone else’s kids without once losing their temper. It takes very special kind of people to teach kids right from wrong with patience that sometimes even their parents lack. It takes very special kind of people for whom caring for kids is something more than a job, because a job can be done without putting so much effort in to it.

It is because of this care, this love, this level of teaching that Buzz has learned so many things. Again little things, which might not seem important and as a first time parents, we would not even know to teach her. But she is learning and becoming a great kid to have around. And so are we and becoming great parents to have around. We are growing with her, learning with her.

Some teachers are teachers for all ages, if we are open to learning. And I can’t be thankful enough that they are teachers to Buzz and us as well.

Little helper

I now have a little helper, a helper who throws a tantrum the size of a little hurricane..which includes rain (tears), shrieking winds (cries and rants), storm surge (banging on things and kicking on the floor)..if she is not allowed to help.

So as I make my way upstairs to do the laundry, I have to remember to say loudly, ‘Buzz Maa uper washing machine mein kapde daalne jaa rahi hein’. Even before I can make my way up the stairs, I spy the helper going up with as much speed as her little legs allow (which is FAST). As I open the door to the washing machine, I see the helper’s hand in the laundry basket, getting the first set of clothes out and putting them in the machine. Every single cloth that goes in after that is fought over, if I so much as try to put them in. When the bottom of the basket cannot be reached, it is thrown sideways and crawled inside, to get the last of the clothes out. Once the basket is empty, the door is slammed shut with all her might. I am finally allowed to pour detergent in the slot, but again am not allowed to shut the slot. Then while she fiddles with the various buttons pretending to get the machine started, I go and start the machine. We then do a repeat performance with her almost getting inside the washing machine as I transfer clothes from the machine to the drier.

As I stand in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning, she is seen around my vicinity every now and then. But the minute she hears the dishwasher open, everything is dropped. Then she comes running. While I put the dishes in, she plays with the spoons, banging them, droping them, moving them from one slot to the next. But the fun begins when it is time to empty the dishwasher. She has a knack of picking up the most fragile things first. Which of course has me worried no end. So as I rush around emptying the breakables first, I turn around to see her holding a coffee cup or a glass. Once those are out of the way, my little helper hands over anything and everything she can lay her hands on (which is everything in the dishwasher but for the middle row in the top rack). Things like plastic containers are not even handed over, but placed directly in their correct place. If the dishwasher is opened for less than a minute and closed before she can get there, she makes sure to open it and shut it, to ensure her part is done.

Cleaning up and stacking her toys and books is not part of her assigned tasks (because of no fault of mine, I have been trying to assign them for a while now).  But then again to be fair, all I need to do is start cleaning and my sweet little helper is right there besides me, cleaning up. Well sometimes we even clean what we are not supposed to or get on Paa’s case for not hanging the jacket in the closet, soon after coming back home. But those are all little things. She is learning, she is growing up. Maa and Paa can’t be prouder of the little worker bee of theirs. 🙂

In Buzz’s world currently..

– Oh is the start of every sentence: ‘Oh Tiger’, ‘Oh khaana’, ‘Oh nose’

– Anything or anyone who is laying down or is half reclines i.e. not sitting up straight or not standing up is sleeping. ‘Lion nini’, ‘Papa nini’, ‘Doll nini’ are heard all the time. Oh and eyes even half-shut means nini, no matter what.

– Any place with tables and chairs is a place to eat and demands for ‘khanna’ are made, without a break.

– Anyone on the phone is Nana, Nani

– Every other baby is Buzz, even animal babies: ‘Mumma eleshant. Me!!’. While pointing to Mumma elephant and baby elephant.

– If Maa/Paa, for the fun of it, pronounce anything just the way she does, she will keep repeating it till Maa/Paa say it right.

Buzz: Buttershy
Maa: Buttershy
Buzz: Buttershy
Maa: Buttershy
Buzz: (with a perplexed expression) Buttershy
Maa: Butterfly
Buzz: (smiles and moves on) Water shalo

– Maa cannot sit on the sofa for more than 5 mins. ‘Mumma utho.. mumma all done’ quickly follows, till Maa gets up and starts to play with her.

– Animals are the current love, that she can’t get enough off.

– Preference for Maa and Paa over the other changes every single day.

– ‘Saare Saare’ is said in place of ‘bahut saare’ and ‘saare ke saare’. ‘Saari saari car’..’Saare saare TV’..’Saare saare balloon’

– Maa is given a kiss, followed by, ‘dusra cheek’ and a kiss give on the other cheek. Maa is not complaining. 😀

Paaah..this Maa..

Hey Everyone,

Lest you forget all about me, I thought I would stop by and write to you so that you all can go talk to Maa. She is driving me crazy I tell you.

I look up with a big smile and tell her:


She turns around and says:

O, the letter O

I repeat:

Mumma circle!!

but she keeps saying O. So I say ‘circle O’ and move on to tell her:

Mumma dusra O

And she smiles and says:

No Buzz Q. The letter Q.

I give up and pick another book:

Mumma Oval

But never to agree with me Maa tells me:

Zero, yeah zero hei

Sigh!! Now you all know what I am dealing with? What am I to do? Maa teaches me one thing one day, then goes and changes it on me the next. I bet she does not know anything anyways. Why else would she tell me different things every other day. Can some of you please go teach her a few things so that I can learn as well.