Showing posts with label Year II Week 7 - Daughter Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Year II Week 7 - Daughter Diary. Show all posts

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Year II Week 7 - Daughter Diary

I wouldn’t say it is easy to rear a child. Ridhima is sitting beside me and is making my life difficult by fiddling with my keyboards. To say the least she has somehow learnt how to press the power button and switch the lappy off twice in the last ten minutes. We just returned from a mall and had a wonderful time coping up with the antics of Ridhima. We were at the checkout counter and she checked almost every shiny product at the shelves. She cried, screamed laughed and kept everyone around us entertained. It was fun if we just skip the part when Ridhima picked up a packet of biscuits and torn in apart. It was quite a scene and the best part was no one complaining. She was rather cheered by the people around us. 

She has now learnt how to enjoy and have a good time. The seamless approach she has to make any stranger her own is enviable. She would first look into the eyes of a stranger and if he/she found looking she would wink and give a wholesale grin (smile) making the person reciprocate. It really works almost every time she does it. 

One more thing that she has picked up in the last couple of days is she now responds when you say ‘hello’, she would put her little hand on her ear and blabber something that is not our language for sure. I have tried to comprehend as in what she wants to convey but have failed miserably. 

She reacts to so many things now. She understands what is cow and if she would chance upon to see one she would scream “Ga-ay (Cow)”. The love to see the world still stays there in her heart, at least for the first 15 minutes after leaving home. She finds sleeping on the go rather more relaxing. The one thing that she really takes interest in is music and dance. She already has picked up some popular Bollywood songs and would sway the moment it comes on the TV. She wouldn't care if anything else comes that is off her list, she would just mind her own business. Her mom keeps a track of her favourites. The moment her favourite songs stop playing on the TV she would just wave her tiny hands and say “ja- ja (It is gone)”.