My name is HA HA HA

My little Precious has a 3-syllable name, it goes _A_A_A. (No, I'm not going to mention any names here. Call me superstitious but I know of people who turned into vampires the night they mentioned names on blogs).
Anyway, we now ask our daughter 'what's your name?' and she replies with all the enthusiasm and energy she can muster - 'HA HA HA'. Of course we're terribly proud and clap away chanting 'good job pattani kutti' (little pea in Tamil...the translation isn't as endearing!)
Best part is...when I put her in her crib for her afternoon nap today, she buried her head into her blanket and started practicing her new vocabulary. It was adorable.
Um-mah, Ppppaahhh and HAHAHA. The three words that make a happy family indeed. I feel all old and grown up and very motherly listening to her babble away.

The Q5 rap

STOP! Go ahead only if you can read aloud like a cool, mean rapper:

Oh my dear big black Audi
I'm certainly no p-diddy
Sitting in you makes me go so giddy
That I want to rap for you and be all rowdy

Am falling deep in love with you
Not driving you makes me feel so blue
It doesn't matter where I'm driving to
(That anyway I usually haven't a clue ;-))

This was not love at first sight
I tried to buy a Mini Cooper, with all my might
I said 'I need a petite car' and got into a fight
but strong-willed A told me to go fly a kite

I once thought you were huge for me
a small lady needs a big car, now I see
A challenged me - 'drive in the snowstorm, Dee'
and now I happily declare that you are perfect for me,
my darling SUV.

When you cry, you cry alone

It's fun to be fun. It attracts people, your laughter is infectious, you exude positive energy, it's great. I'm usually an enthusiastic, warm and happy person.

Today is a little different.

I'm feeling a little blue right now, for no particular reason. Just one of those days. And I'm glad you're out there reading this. Makes me feel like you all understand.

Thanks for stopping by and reading. It's a privilege and very humbling to have people read my silly little blog, even though most are silent readers who don't talk back to me. Thank you for taking the time :-)

Beware, people on the streets of Illinois!

for I have my driver's license in hand.

Eeyahahahhahaha! I passed the written test with flying colors. The people before and after me in line failed - I think they had English comprehension issues because they struggled to speak the language. I feel bad for them- am sure they are way better drivers than I am.

The stern black woman behind the exam counter looked me in the eye and said 'you didn't miss any'. HA! Cracked another relatively useless exam in life.

I did get a couple of warnings, though, in the more important driving test. I was worried that I might drive too slowly, too cautiously and ended up doing just the opposite. My errors were speeding and stopping beyond the stop sign line.

Drivers, watch out!

It's official. We are um-bah and abbba

She said it! Over and over again. My Precious is clearly enunciating the words for mom and dad- amma and appa.

She's been trying for over a month now and called me (or so the proud mommy in me likes to think) umm-bah. She perfected her new skill today. I was just done nursing her...she looked me in the eye, smiled and said umm-mah and then very quickly proceeded to call me abbba too.

Then later this evening, she kept saying abbba when she was splashing about in her bathtub. Fully excited, I told proud daddy A to come on in and watch his creation talk. At which point of course, our Precious promptly and intelligently started saying 'pfffffffffft! thhhhhhhffffft! kkkrrrrrr!' as though she was going to spit out some paan (betel nut leaf) like some roadside vagrant (albeit an adorable one!) and proceeded to drink up her bath water. :-)