There are many instances which I forget to record here, just out of laziness to open the laptop and type it. Most of it concerns about the girls in our lives.The niece and Moo.
So what happened was during our residential society’s annual get-together function, there was this event planned where girls between ages 6 and 10 were dancing to a Bollywood song. They had been practicing the dance steps for over a week and I would take Moo to the dance area whenever it was possible. She loved listening to the songs and ‘dancing’ with the girls 🙂 Just before their group name was to be announced on stage as the next performers, Zack took Moo to see her akka and wish her good luck. Moo was so excited to see Ri in a shiny shimmery dress that she immediately jumped on her to attack those sequins ( and eat them). One of the nine year olds immediately squealed, “Oh no, so much of drool…why is this baby drooling so much…she is wetting the frock so much”. To which my smart ass niece replied, “Even you drooled like this when you were this young like Moo is, no need to say eww”. I was not there to witness this historic exchange, but hearing Zack recount this to the family back home makes me wonder when did our seven year old grow up this mature 🙂 🙂
Moo turned one a couple of weeks ago. And we celebrated her birthday with a temple visit in the morning and a party at home in the evening where our guests had a high chance of not turning up due to unexpected heavy showers throughout the evening. Eventually, we counted and came to the conclusion how many had not turned up based on the fifteen remaining samosas 😆
The highlight of the evening was Moo absolutely disliking her birthday cake and everyone else absolutely loving it. Second was the way she was clapping when she heard everybody sing her the birthday song. She is in the phase where she imitates whatever we do and it was a treat to watch her clapping so hard with squeals and giggles. Soon she got tired of it, had a quick nap and a dress change and came back again to haunt all those who had chips in their plates. Every photo of hers which we tried to click has her munching on the chips 😀
When all of the guests had left and we had just finished up cleaning the room, she woke up at 11 and had a ball playing with the balloons late till 12. No matter how we tried, she wont sleep at all, going round and round with the balloons. Suffice to say, it was a good day 🙂
Some pictures from that day –
You sleep the same way as your papa does.
You twist and turn and then release a sigh on waking up the same way as your papa.
Your love for appalam is similar to your papa’s.
Your hair curls the same way as your papa’s.
You and your papa share the same tickle spots.
You hate being woken up and make a huge deal out of it, just like your papa.
Dear daughter of mine, growing up, please show some of my traits too, I contributed in making you too.