My Peppy Chic

She just wants to be MUMMA !! In a club activity today she scolded her class teacher as she told me....I put my hands on my waist and said " complete your HW first and do it neatly " Maam was acting as the baby so she said "Aiinn..no after some time I wanna play" and I scolded again"you should listen to me and learn to work in time or u'll forget" and you know mumma..all my classmates at once guessed that I was acting as a MOM!!! No one did that good, so maam gave me a star and clicked my photograph...!!Hmmpphh...and that triumphant smile and sparking eyes of hers and a parallel thought in my mind.
I asked Sam - Baby I give you options for your time table daily and you can do HW in any slot you feel like but HW has to be done, isn't it...In play mode she nods her head - hmm..yes. Then, you acted this way now Maam will ask me during the parent teacher meet that you keep harrassing Sam for HW..and she gave me a sarcastic look and ran away...lol

My Peppy chic!!

That was surprising !!

This li'll one, who doesn't accept she's not grown up yet...is already into the wonder world...of marriage and kids...rofl and each time she says - Mumma this one's my baby and you are the doll's aunt...it brings a surprising smile to me...with the same question always - how do girls themselves come to know mumm's bera babies and associate themselves with toys as their babies and pets and not as manly figure !! Thats nature, I suppose. Boys, however young, always want to play the dominating fathers...lolz..who tells them. We never talk things like..bearing babies...or anything even related to this in front of her...then where does this come from...
I wear my name's initial as a locket which my Mum gave me when I entered college..and just last year she handed it over to me..My princess's initial too is the same - I am bathing her..she is playing with my locket...asks..where did u get this from...Grandma gave it to me when I got into college...and now gave it to me saying that you wear it till the young lady grows up and then pass it on to her...Excited "S"...excited Sam says okay then when i'll grow up and if I have a baby boy...I'll name him Sa..... and if its a girl, I'll name her So... and will pass this on to them...ROFL...ROFL...ROFL... Sam that would be far in future..you have to pass school and college and then start working and when you earn enough, then God sends the boy who is made for you...HUH...thats not possible..Papa is elder to you..he would be elder to me...He is there already...HMMPPHHH...I better keep quiet...Suddenly...
 Mumma...how did you and papa get together..how did nanu nani and dadu dadi know you 2 have to get married.....Baby, we passed college..we were earning and were responsible..God created us and knew we would suit each other, so he gave them a call...HAHAHA...u think I'm a fool..God never calls!!! And dont think I'll believe anything you say like you said that day....Which day..WHat did I say....That babies come from hospital with parent name tags on them..Ahaan, then what do you say, where do they come from...I know(not to mention what she said) leaving me stunned..who told you that....I saw in a movie..a robot was helping a woman deliver her baby!!!

O MY GOD!!! Give me more brains for just perfect answers to convince her next time...lol

I have an Archive at the back of my mind :-)

At 4 yrs old

At 2 yrs old

She's quite grown up now...This is she.....my baby...I have an archive of her wonderful talks..questions...answers..behaviours archived at the back of my mind..from those times when I never thought of writing a blog in her name :-)

I'm still on my way trying to figure out how to place her images where I wish to and meanwhile she's growing each moment :-) From her tumblings from the bed to be watched over..to her tiny steps..up and down..to her thumping walks on Papa's feet..there she began making us run behind her playing hide and seek and today she tells me..I'm tired cycling mumma..Plz give me a massage...lol. So, I'm gonna begin digging my memory sandhill to put down some of those many peppy talks I shared with her and much more than just sweet talks..I bet all mummas understand what I mean. We can be hard kiddos!!