Guessing Game

I saw in Aryan Times about a guessing game and I thought I would also hoist a game like that…
Here we go:
What do the following words mean to me?

Edited to add—Hint requested by Swathi Mommy
1.All words are short form of the real word. For example CAA—Means CAR to me. Dea—Means Dear to me….I guess you must have understood my pattern now…..
2.One word can have more than one meaning. Depends on the circumstances. You can guess anyone of them and it should be fine.

Coocco—
Sho—
Babu—
Boo—
Jiya—
Cchaa—
ShiiShii—

Any of my friends can pick this game....

So here are the answers

Coocco— Crockraoch
Sho— Shoe or Soap. Depends on the situataion
Babu— Bubble
Boo—Blue (The blue crayon that I roam with)
Jiya—Giraffe
Cchaa—Chai
ShiiShii—Two meaning. One when I want to poop, other when I want my Mom to sit with me. Based on my face expression she understands this…

Periyammas Score—3/7..Between for badboy it is BAAboo
Cantaloupes Ammas Score—4/7
K3 Mom—3/7
Swathi Mommy—3/7. One good things is she could guess my BLUE craziness...

Periyamma,Swathi mommy and k3 amma are in second position while Cantaloupes Amma gets the first..HUGS to you...
Aryan

AM I NOT GOOD

Like mama-mia said, I am like a fevicol with my Mom. My Nagpur Grandma has gone to Nagpur and now time for another transition. My Chella Patti will come only next week and till then My Mom and my Papa will manage me…..Their management is strict, unlike my grandmas. Here is the proof:

My mom comes from office and picks me from day care and I am happy to see her. But after coming home, I don’t allow her even to go to loo. Forgot about making tea. If I want tea (Yes ,I drink tea not milk), then I allow her to make.
Then she has to sit with me and do coloring, teach me animal books , make virtual zoo with all animals, make parking lots with all my cars…etc etc etc….There is no way she can escape and enter the kitchen to cook.

After my Papa comes, my Mom thinks she can leave me with him and go for cooking, but I don’t agree to that. I simply sit on her lap and stare at Papa. Yesterday My Mom and Papa tried their level best to make me understand that I should allow my Mom to cook. But I was very adamant…Then my Mom fed me the food which was prepared in the morning and My Papa made Maggie as dinner from them. Again I was adamant that I will not allow my Mom to eat, but by now Papa’s blood started boiling. He said, “ AAARYAAN”..

Ahha..I have never seen him so angry like this. I was all scared. He said, “ Aaryyyan come her..I slowly went near to him. He said, ” Sit here and play with your toys. Mama should eat now.”

I sat near to him, was planning to cry, but Papa will scold if I cry unnecessarily. I simply sat and was looking at my toys. For the next ten minutes, I did not even utter a word. I was afraid, was angry, was sad…

My Mama had her dinner. I went near to her and looked at her for solace, but even she ignored me. She said, “Listen to Papa”.

They both are one set…and I am left alone with no one to back me. If my grandmas were there, they cook and allow my Mama to spend time with me…..They shoulder me whenever I need support…..

Oh god when will my Chella pati or Nagpur grandma come. I am in the stringent hands of Mama and Papa…

AM I NICE??

Heheeee…..I am jumping with joy…
Mummyjann mommy awarded my Mom as a nice person…I was reluctant to post this in my BLOG….(Still I secretly say thanks to Mummyjann)
Then Asha mommy awarded me as nice….Hip hip hurray…Now I will post this award and will pass to all my blogging buddies.
Here goes award:

"This award will be awarded to those that are just nice people , good
blog friends and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration! Those that
care about others that are there to lend support or those that are just a
positive influence in our blogging world!"
Now it's my turn to pass on the award and let people know that I think they are nice.

From my mommy’s side:
K3
Noon
2 Bs mommy
Mnamma
Angel

hmm..my Mama's list is never ending..Let me say from my side
Jelly
Emaan

One girl friend and one boy friend logic…..

Chubby Aryan’s Mom already got this award….But still I would say he is my best little friend…

My First Vehicle—Tetracycle

My Papa got me a new Bicycle or I can say tetracycle— a bicycle with additional two small tryres. Thus my tetracycle has four tyres.
But the cycle is too big for me even though my leg touches the pedal.

Whenever Papa comes home from office, I no longer insist him to make me sit in jula, but I insist him to make me sit in cycle.
I hold the handle and papa pushes the cycle. I got round the whole house.
My Papa askes me, “Aryan, what is the color of cycle?” I say,” rrrred”.
The next question would be invariably how many tyres my cycle has..and I say FOUR.

I guess at this age, parents buy Tricylce for kids…But this was my Papa’s master plan to buy bicycle with additional tyres. The irony is Tricycle costed Rs 1600 and tetracycle costed Rs 1700 ..Just Rs 100 more for an extra tyre. My father was all excited and got the tetracycle. He claims that I can use this till age four…
Ahh…long way to go..

NB: Will post the picture soon. My Mom is lazy to click one.

Good Boy versus Bad Boy

My Papa asks me:
1.Aryan, you want Mama or Papa? The answer to this question depends. When Mama is giving me food or telling me a story, I say Mama. When Papa is swinging me in Jula or making me sit on cycle (Oh yes, I got my first vehicle. Will do a post about it), I say Papa. When both of them are sitting and asking me, is say..MaaPaa…or PaaMaaa

2.Aryan, Are you a good boy or bad boy. I used to say Goobo.(shortcut for goodboy) before, now I say only Baabo.( shortcut for badboy)”. Because whenever I say goobo, my Mom tells, see you are a good boy so you should eat food. Then she feeds me. Again she uses the same good boy logic to make me sleep, make me wear the dress that I don’t like, make me sit in one place and eat…all stuffs that I don’t like. Thus nowadays I myself I say Baaboo…I have declared myself to be a BAABOO (BAD Boy) and I am proud about it….What say mommies????

BTW—My Mom’s computer has gone nuts. It never ever shows any updates from the fellow bloggers and one fine day it shows some 4-5 post together. Thus I don’t have any idea about what my Mommy friends are upto. Heard from my Mom that there was a Mega Baby shower….

Homework

This is my Mom who is completeing her TAG HomeWork from Timepass Akka.....

Last Movie You Saw In A Theater:Chak De India
What Book Are You Reading:Nothing…Was reading “Memories for Geisha”, now stopped.
Favorite Board Game:Scrabble
Favorite Magazine: I don’t read magazines…..
Favorite Smells: Mud smell after rain, kerosene smell, Petrol smell.
Favorite Sound: Sound of Glass Bangles
Worst Feeling In The World: Unable to help out someone who desperately needs help
What Is The First Thing You Think Of When You Wake?: What veggie I should make for Aryan
Favorite Fast Food Place: Keshav reddy’s Bakery
Future Child's Name:If girl, Sitara. If boy, Arjun
Finish This Statement. "If I Had A Lot Of Money I'd...”: I'd would give to everybody
Do You Drive Fast?:No, I don’t drive at all……I am scared of driving.
Do You Sleep With A Stuffed Animal?: Yes…I sleep with Aryan…
Storms-Cool Or Scary?: Storms-Cool
What Was Your First Car?: Alto LXI
Favorite Drink:None
Finish This Statement, "If I Had The Time I Would .....”:Find ways to do study hard and reach my destiny..
Do You Eat The Stems On Broccoli?:I don't eat broccoli
If You Could Dye Your Hair Any Color, What Would Be Your Choice?:Brown
Name All The Different Cities/Towns You Have Lived In: Chennai ,Trivandrum, Bangalore, Hyderabad
Favorite Sports To Watch:Nothing in particular
One Nice Thing About The Person Who Sent This To You:She is a good timepass and has nice personality traits..
What's Under Your Bed?: Nothing…May be Aryan’s CAR…
Would You Like To Be Born As Yourself Again?: Of course, I would like to be born to My AMMA and APPA.
Morning Person Or Night Owl?:Actually nothing. I don’t get up too early; neither do I stay too late…
Over Easy Or Sunny Side Up?:Depends
Favorite Place To Relax:Home
Favorite Pie:Apple Pie
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor:Vannila
Of All The People You Tagged This To, Who's Most Likely To Respond First?:
K3 or Wunderyearz….Let us see who responds first….

PAPA –You are Sweet

I have the habit of holding something in my hand through out the day and roaming. My craziness varies depending upon my mood..
1. Sometimes I hold the Giraffe toy. If it is not in my Toy basket, I search the whole house and make a point that I find out.
2. Sometimes I hold bread and act like a breadcrumbs machine.
3. Sometimes it will be my Moms blue hair clip. I don’t pacify for a substitute clip.
4. Always I hold my Moms Red nighty. Most of you must be knowing how I hold the nighty like a treasure..
5. I have written a post about my Bikki holding..I need a full bikki..
The is never ending and everchanging..

So the point is My Mama got crayons for me. She colors the coloring book and I help her by giving the colors one by one. I can recognize blue, black, red, orange, white, brown, and green color. My favorite color is blue. I hold the blue crayons and roam the whole house…(Point to be noted)Yesterday when I was playing, I misplaced it somewhere, Then I went and asked my Mom “Cra Cra (Abbreviation from Crayons)”, She gave me the crayons box and went to kitchen. My Blue color was not there????. Thus again I asked her and not surprisingly she did not understand what I wanted. Infact she did not notice the change in my craziness choice. She was thinking I want Giraffe toy. That was my craze last week. She showed my giraffe toy, books ach and everything, but still couldn’t decode my mind.
I got irritated, I sat in one corner and started crying for 20 minutes. My Mom got worried. She thought could be my stomach is paining, could be Drrshti. She took out the drishti with salt…all bull….
Then at last she found the blue crayons and gave me. I was extremely happy and delighted. I cannot even explain my happiness….
Me happy..everyone happy…. I was holding the crayons in my hand and started my experiments with it. After sometime, the crayons broke. I went to Mama. She said go and give to papa. Papa said he will rectify and took both the pieces from my hand. Then he said..”Shoo Mantra Kali” ..and gave me the crayons back. I saw the crayon and started crying again. He was trying to fool me by just giving one piece and saying that he rectified. Doesn’t he know that I have been roaming with it the whole day and I know the size of the original crayon??? Then he took a cello tape and fixed the pieces. I was happy now…I love you Papa..I love you. You are so sweet..
Wait guys the story has not ended……

Today morning when papa dropped me in the daycare. I was having fever of 102C. I went inside the daycare crying crying….The daycare teacher called my Nagpur Grandma at 12:00 noon and told that I am cranky and thus my grandma picked me up from Daycare…This is my first summer in Hyderabad and I am somehow trying to fight it…

I came home and had my food. Then I asked my grandma for BLUE crayons. She gave me red, I threw it. Then she gave one piece of the broken blue crayons. Ahh..where is the other piece? Who removed the cello tape? I started crying again. We searched the whole house but still couldn’t find it… I was in full crankiness by this time. My Nagpur Grandma called my Mom and told her. She talked with me and told to wait till 5:30 in the evening.. I was crying again..
After sometime I stopped crying, but was feeling very sad. I sat down and was looking at my Fire truck book, thinking about my BLUE CRAYON. Suddenly Papa arrived…He came from office to give me the BLUE CRAYON. He got a new one. His office is 7-8 KM away from my house, but still in between he came and gave me the Crayon. He just kissed me and went away and told that will come late today..
I was very very very happy…..
PAPA I LOVE YOU..I love you. You are so sweet..

BTW—Me and Mama are travelling to Bangalore and will be back after a couple of days..So no blogging...

My Belongings

So when I am instructed by my Mom to bring my things back from daycare, what I am supposed to do with the diaper that I pooped? I just wanted to follow my Mom’s instruction. Thus I cried and insisted that they don’t throw the dirty diaper. I wanted to keep that in my bag and bring it back home to show my Mom that I am a responsible kid. After all it is my diaper…But bad luck. The daycare aunty threw it, and attempts to restore it were in vain….

Big Boy

I opened my eyes….I saw the fan in the roof. Looked round to see my Mom or Papa. Both were not there, I slowly climbed down from the cot. I went to the hall. My Mom and Papa were not there too… I reached the main door. The door was ajar. I went out and sat down in the balcony. I saw chirping birds, sunny sun falling on the walls. I saw some ants moving here and there…I tried to rub the ants and was playing with the rangoli that my Mom had drawn. I sat down and was basking in the nature’s beauty…
Then suddenly…..
Aryan, Aryan, nee enga irukkai..(Ahhh..Tamil Language. My Mom shouting and asking for me). I think my Mom was worried. I got up from the balcony and went inside the house. My Mom was searching for me in the god’s room. Usually she takes me there every morning as soon as I wake up. I went near to my Mom and hugged her. She hugged me back and was very happy to see me. She asked me, Aryan where did you go? I pointed towards the balcony….(BTW, Till now I have not mastered the ART of replying in sentences. I can say only words and use body language to communicate…)
She was happy and was telling,” Aryan you have grown big dear. 19 months, 2 weeks…You no longer cry in the morning when you wake up. You climb down of the bed alone and start your day without making fuss.”

NB: 1. My Mom and Papa watched TZP. My Papa always wanted me to grow in a Boarding/Residential school. So my Mom convinced him to watch the movie. Ok watched and the moral that my Papa says is : “ All parents cannot wait for an AmirKhan to find the disability with a kid. Parents should find and help the kid.
And Papa’s question to My Mama is, “How will this movie stop me from putting Aryan in Boarding school….?”
Mamma…is again confused about convincing Papa…

Metamorphosis

From shrieking and crying through out the morning, I have reached a level, where I just cry for a little while in Daycare..
I Like:
—To play with Gayathri. She taught a new rhyme. “My father is a docter, doc doc doc. My Mother is a teacher, teach teach teach…..” I simply say..eech eech eech….
—To slide—I love to slide. I have mastered the art of climbing on the Slide by myself. To master this, I did some practice at home by climbing on the sofa.
—To shout— Many a times I simply shout. My mom and Papa are wondering about the changes that occurred to me…
—To swing in Jula —Ofcourse Jula episode all of you know. The Jula in the day care is not sleepy. Thank god.
—To sit on duck—I say Quack Quack Quack when I sit on the rocking duck.
—To play inside the tent—My Mom does Igloo Igloo and she puts her dupatta on my face. I feel the same way when I go inside the daycare tent…
—To play with beads—I have seen beeds on my Mom’s neck. I try to pull it. She says it is her Mangal sootr and I should not pull it. Now in daycare, I play with different colored beeds and I enjoy this.
—To play with blocks—I try to fix one block on another, but when I am not able to do that, I get angry and throw away all the blocks. My teacher scolded me for this…Pooor me..

I no longer run away from kids, instead I try to play with them. If they come near to my Mom or touch my Mom I beat them and pull their hair…
Heee….Soon I may turn into ........????
You mommys can guess..

Sleepy JULA.

Ohohoo…I totally forgot to upload the photos of my toys that my Papa got from US. Here we go.

Last week my Papa got one Jula (Swing) for me. I love to swing in it. Only my Papa rocks me in Jula, no one else rocks me. So I eagerly wait for my Papa to come from office and as soon as he comes, I don’t even allow him to remove his shoe. I point my fingers towards the Jula and say Juahha Juahha and instruct him to put me in Jula. I sit happily……rocking and blabbering some words…..

After 15- 20 minutes, My Mom comes and tells me, Aryan come on get out of the Jula. I refuse. Then she tells, Aryan Jula is sleepy and you should not disturb anyone who is feeling sleepy, so come on get out. I still refuse. Then she says, Aryan come on I will put Om Shanthi Om song, get out of the Jula. (Can’t she understand that I can listen to OM Shanthi Om song even from Jula???)
This time I hold the jula rope tightly…



Atlast she comes and pats the Jula and starts saying..”Jo jo Jula rei rei Jula…” Now this Jula is always sleepy and thus it sleeps as soon as my Mom pats it. ahhh..she somehow makes the sleepy Jula to sleep. Now what to do??? I sadly get out of the Jula and keep wondering when the Jula will wake up from sleep.

My Question is WHY CAN”T PAPA GET A JULA WHICH IS FREASH AND HAPPY RATHER THAN A SLEEPY JULA??????
What do you say Mommy friends…?????

One day Schedule

Everyday morning, right from brushing teeth till I wear my shoes, I cry and plead my Mom not to send me to daycare. I run and hide behind the door, sit in the god’s room, roam here and there. But still she takes me and leaves me at daycare.
I cry for half hour and when the caretaker no longer tries to pacify me, I stop crying and then start poking nose into the other kids tiffin boxes. So I forget about my MOM and Papa and play round and round and round and round....

By lunch time, my Nagpur grandma picks me up. I show Taataa to everyone, wear my shoe, make sure that I take my sipper and tiffin box and of course make sure that I take my Mom's nighty and then I go home.

You know one thing. It took three months for me to learn 1 to 10. When my Papa went to US, my Mom and my Chella patti started saying one, two, three..and we count the stairs as we climb up and down. We count my toys and anything and everything in the house hold...
Now I have learnt 1 to 10. If my Mom says 1, then I say 2, if she says 3, I say 4......

When my Mom said to my neighbor that I can say from 1 to 10, she asked immediately. “Oh they taught this is daycare?”
I was surprised, they also “teach” in daycare...Hope I learn more and more and have fun at Daycare..

Vishnu CD

HHAA…Enough of daycare updates. I cry cry cry, but still my Mom leaves. So now what to do????

Today let me tell you a story.
There was an Elephant (AANNA). It went to pond, for taking bath. It took its towel and soap. When it took bath a Crocodile came. Crocodile has big mouth. It opens and gulps even Cow (Ummmbaaa). Once I saw this in discovery channel. So the crocodile came and did one Kaddiii, means it bite the Elephant’s leg. Then elephant said, “ Narayana Narayana..It was calling Vishnu Bhagawan”. Then came Vishnu Bhagawan, with a Vishnu Chakkaram. Vishnu Chakkaram resembles a CD Disc. When My Mom comes to this point of the story I run here and there and look for my play CD. I insert the CD in my little finger and run towards my Mom. I hit her with the CD on her head like Vishnu Baghawan who hits the crocodile…Thus there ends the story and Mom ends up getting hits from me. I only hit my Mom because she only tells me this story…
Sometimes I roam the whole house with the CD inserted in my finger…

DayCare updates

Morning, my Mom got dressed. She dressed me. I was very very happy thinking that she is going to take me to her office. I showed Taaattta to my Nagpur grandma and happily went with my Mom.
Little did I know that My Mom is having hidden plans. As we walked down the road, I saw Car, Concrete mixer, my Mom plucked flowers for me and we reached the Daycare.
The care taker was ready at the door step. She grabbed me from my Mom. My Mom wanted to stay there, but the Daycare aunty did not allow my Mom to stay. As my Mom left, I cried and tried my level best so that I can escape from the strangers hands….But no hope…I cried cried, took my Mom’s nighty and at last slept in the caretakers lap. She said Jo jo jo jo..
When I opened my eyes, my Nagpur grandma was there to receive me. I ran towards her holding my Mom’s nighty. My grandma told me to put the nighty in the bag and wear my shoes. She helped me to wear my shoes; I showed Taatttaa to other kids and the caretakers. I happily went home with my grandma…

Note: Yesterday to pacify my anger, My mom got a blue racing Car…I goes vroom……I really liked it.

Day Care. ..At last

Long before when my Mom was talking about daycare, I never thought it would be like this……A place where I cannot see Mama and Papa…

My Mom and Papa took me to a place called daycare. My Nagpur grandma also came with us. Papa was talking with the daycare aunty and my Mom was sitting with me. Many kids were there and My Mom started singing my favorite songs. All of us clapped and we had a nice time. I got a giraffe toy from daycare and I was happily exploring it sitting in my Mom’s lap.
Suddenly all good times came to an end. My Mom and Papa went away leaving me behind. I was carried away by someone. I cried cried cried…for 1 hr…
I guess my Mom should have anticipated this and she had packed her nighty in my daycare bag. I feel very very secured when I hold her nighty. Atlast, seeing me crying so much the daycare aunty gave me my Mamas nighty and I was holding very tight. I took her nighty and went and sat in one corner. Was blabbering Amma Amma Mom Mama..I stopped crying after sometime and was waiting for my mama to come.
My Nagpur grandma came and picked me from the daycare. Now I am at home. Completely Angry with my MOM. I will not talk to her when she comes home today. How she can drop me in a completely new place and vanish…..
From
Angry and Sad Aryan…

Fasting for Mom

I fasted for two days. My Mom gives breakfast in the morning, goes to office. I don’t eat lunch in the afternoon; neither do I have snacks in the evening. I simply drink water and eat two biscuits. My Nagpur Grandma is so patient; she tries her level best to feed me. I love her also, but I want my Mom to be with me. What if my Mom also goes in Ku chuku chuku train like my chella patti? Evening when my mom comes at 6:00 P.M., she feeds me cereals and I eat happily.

I am just fasting for my Mom to come home early. But my hope was shattered for the past two days. My Mom did not come early from office; but my Papa came home early and played with me. He taught me Fire Engine book, played ball with me, played jumpy with me…I LOVE YOU PAPA…..

Anyway today I have decided to stop fasting and start eating lunch during the day….Hope I eat…..

Language Problem

There was a time when I faced transition very bravely. I was happy with both the grandmas. This time it has become very very difficult.

PAPA came from US. He got five cars, one concrete mixer, one tipper lorry, one crane, one mud lorry, one tonga, one concrete mixer T shirt, and lots and lots of books. My favorite one is the fire engine book. Soon my Mom will post the photos…now she is in rigmarole because of me.

I don’t understand Marathi…My Nagpur grandma speaks Marathi and I do not understand anything…

I ask her THaaa…for something, she shows Tataaa
I asked her about KAKA (Crow) and she thinks I am talking about KAKA (Uncle in Marathi)

I only understand Tamil and English. My Mama and Papa talks in English and My Chella patti and my Mom talks in Tamil…
Now, in Koo chuku chuku..train..my Chella patti went to TVM, when my papa came. My Nagpur grandma came to take care of me…I miss my Chella patti a lot..
Now I cry cry cry..
Yesterday I cried from 9 am to 12:00 noon… Did not eat anything the whole day and was just waiting for Mom to come from office. My Papa came early to take care of me.
Today also I am crying my level best and will try to make my Mom come home. She is super busy in office nowadays, because my Moms big boss came from US, thus she doesn’t come early…poor me

My Mom thinks that to avoid the language confusion she will put me in the Day care, where they talk English and Hindi. Yesterday my Papa and Mama went in search of one.
The funny thing is that the baby sitters in that day care talk in Telugu…Ahh one more language to confuse me….

Why my Mom Denied….

Today morning when my Mom was leaving to office, I slowly went behind her. I was just waiting for her to take her office bag from the cupboard. She took her bag, kept it on the cot and went in search of her mobile. I marched to the kitchen, took my water sipper and placed it inside her bag. Then I went to the kitchen again and was searching for biscuits. Couldn’t get one as it was in the cupboard. So I went to my Mom again.

The logic is: Whenever my Mom takes me out, she takes my sipper and one small ParlieJi biscuit packet. I thought, by keeping the sipper inside her bag, she would take me also along with her to her office..

All false hopes…She coolly kept the sipper out of her bag. She told,” Aryan I am going to office, I cannot take you. Placing sipper in my Bag doesn’t mean that I have to take you”.
I simply listened to her. I did not cry. I showed Tata tata..when she went. See I am not a cry baby right????

But why did my Mom deny me ….???

Crazy 8 Tag for me

Crazy 8 Tag for me by Wunderyearz mommy..By now all my mommy friends know all about me….Still I thought I will take up the tag and do this. Yipee yipeee…
8 Things I am passionate about:
1. Giyaaf AKA Giraffe. That is my favorite animal. I have giraffe toy. One is very small; other one is mama giraffe and third one is of medium size. I hold the medium size giraffe and I need that toy whenever I go out of the house.....
2. Concrete mixer and Car—Equal Importance to both of them and Caa..Caa for both of them. I have some 20 car toys now. Thus now my Mom said she will no longer get car toys…
3. Flowers—plucking flowers and crushing it. My chella patti helps to pluck the Poos..
4. My Mom’s Night Dress—I love my Mom’s night dress. I hold it when my Mom is away and sleep with it.
5. Mom, Amma, Mamaa…..I am simply behind my Mom..holding her dress..and does not leave her alone I am with her whenever she is at home.
6. I love to play Uppu Chhakku (Salt Gunny bag) with my Mom.
7 . I love to play train train with my Chella patti…I love to play with her. She amuses me a lot.
8. I love to see my Chella patti making dosa..I say sooo sooo and see how she makes..Sometimes I try to imitate her.

8 Things I do that drives My Mom crazy:
1. Not allowing my Mom to even use the toilet when my Mom is back home from work . So she makes sure that she finishes her toilet needs in her office itself.
2. Making fuss for eating medicines.
3. When I try to explain something, My mom doesn’t understand. I cry and she becomes crazy.
4. I hate to take bath nowadays. I don’t know why, but my Mom gets angry for this reason.
5. I have to keep all my vehicle toys and animal toys in my bed and make them sleep before I sleep. I have a small concrete mixer, bull dozer, two buses and lot many cars. Thus there is no space for my Mom to sleep. She becomes angry and put those toys down after I sleep. The next morning I become angry because my toys are down.
6. When someone eats something, I extend my hands and ask Thaaa…Even to strangers I do that. Not that I want to eat what they are eating, I simply want to hold in my hand and crush it into pieces. My mom hates this habit. She has told me not to ask Thaaa..to stangers.
7. I run behind cockroach and get hold of it.
8. I cry suddenly. When someone calls me ARYAN..in a loud noise, I cry. I cannot even tolerate a little scolding…..or raised voice.

8 Things that I say often:
1. Mom and Ti(Calling Mom and my chella patti)
2. Thaaa(When I want to ask something to someone, I extend my hand and ask Thaaa..)
3. Papa
4. Kaaka(crow)
5. Kaa(Car)
6. Giyaff
7. Ohhhohh(when something disappears, something happens)
8. Eethu (Points towards a thing and asks what is it).

8 Books that I have read:
1. Vehicle Board book
2. Animal Board book
3. Number Board book
4. Vegetable Board book
5. Birds Board book
6. When Tiny was tiny book
7 Animals stories by Padma TV. I see the colorful pictures of peacocks and seahorses.
8. Big Alphabet board book. I love to see Igloo in it..and say igoo igooo…

8 songs that I listen to over and over:
1. Yeh Ishq ahai (Jab we meet)
2. Darde Disco (OSO)
3. Kaisai (OSO)
4. Om Shanthi OM (I dance raiseing my hand like SRK)
5. My Nursery rhymes.

8 Things that makes me the person I am:
1. I am introvert and shy to strangers. I cry when I see strangers. So an official stamp for me is that, “Aryan is a cry baby”. My Mom’s relatives ask my mom. “Does Aryan cry even now?” My mom says yes…
2. Loves to eat BINGO and Ice cream.
3. Very slow and very cautious. I will not rush for anything in hurry. I make sure that my Mom is with me.
4. Calm, but cries for funny things.
5. Switching on the computer, when my Mom is away. My grandma has to wonder how to switch it off.
6. Hates being carried or even touched by strangers. I simply show Tattaa and come inside my house.
7. Loves to cuddle and to be cuddled. I am loving this for the past one week.
8. Seeing animals in Discovery or Animal channels.

8 People I think should do this tag (Kids or Moms, whichever way you like to do it). I am tagging my kiddy friends. Mommy friends, if you like this tag, please take it up and do it.

Kutie Brother
Friend Chubby Aryan
Apya sister

I dance like Peacock

Trivandrum is a nice place for trees and birds. Opposite to my house there is a big tree…Very big tree. Mom calls it banyan tree. Everyday morning I used to come out of the house and look at that tree. I could see lots and lots of birds. I saw almost all the birds from my Bird board book. I saw
Canary
Woodpecker
Kingfisher
Cuckoo
Crow
Pigeon
Sparrow
Myna
Parrot
Hoopoe and some more birds that I couldn’t recognize..

I was very excited to see canary. It was very bright….
But oh god where is Peacock? My favorite bird!!! I couldn’t see peacock in the banyan tree!
Later on my Mom and my Chella patti took me to a near by Murugan temple. My Mom told that peacock is the mode of transportation for Murugan Swami…
There in a cage I saw two peacocks. One was swinging in the swing and the other was lying down. When my Mom said Muruga Muruga, it stretched its wings and I saw the peacock feather. I was all excited to see the peacock feather and my grandpa got some peacock features for me…My Mom tickles me with that and I enjoy it the most…

Ok back to the story…so now when you say Muruga Muruga to me…I stretch my hands and flap them. Just trying to imitate the peacock that I saw in the temple. However, I don’t have feathers like the real peacock!!!!!!!