Impromptu hopping and splashing

Here's what S has been up to these days. 

Shopping or 'hopping', as she calls it. I dislike clothes shopping usually and think it's an absolute chore but my daughter sure seems to love the experience...or at least the experience of taking clothes off hangers!

She's been splashing all the water out of this temporary 'pool'. As you can see, this fire hydrant leak is the most fun thing she got her hands on in the sweltering heat this summer week. Most regrettably, I didn't have my phone on me to take a picture of her splashing about...but please go ahead and imagine little S patting this water as though it were a puppy...and smiling and squealing with the utmost delight imaginable.

This is totally why I love being a mom.

The note on the car

This is what the neighbors had left on our car this morning. 

Living in India teaches you to be watchful, wary, skeptical and hyper-alert. Since moving to the U.S, I've slowly become the opposite. Life in a condominium in a decent neighborhood is usually safe. 

Sure, there is no gate. We don't have a picturesque garden or a mango tree bursting with juicy, ripe mangoes, waiting to be stolen by street urchins (or by the neighbor who blames it all on street urchins). There is no security guard or night watchman with a big stick who wakes you up with his constant clanging at the gate. 

But there is no vendor, milkman, mailman, cleaning lady or guest who will suddenly knock on your door or walk in to your home, either. Every visit is planned for and anticipated. Everyone needs to be let into the building. They call from the lobby phone and the resident decides whether to buzz the person into the building or not.  It's almost the norm to forget to lock the condo/ apartment front door or balcony door because there is a certain amount of safety and security taken for granted. 

I've always taken care to lock all doors before going to bed but really done nothing more than that to 'stay safe'. I've been slacking off a lot on the home alarm system, hardly turn it on these days. 

After this note, and a follow-up email from our building management folks, A and I resolved to turn on the home security system everyday and night. 

Because it's just plain old-fashioned common sense. 
You never know what's out there. 
Or who. 
The world is full of crazy folks, you know.
Stay safe, people. Check under the bed and behind the curtains.

#paranoidmom

Old MacDonald had this farm

Ee ai ee ai o

And on this farm he had some Canadian Geese, 

Ee ai ee ai o

With a goose poop here and a goose poop there

Here a goose poop, there a goose poop,

Oh I can even see some gosling poop,

Ee ai ee ai o

Old MacDonald had this farm
Ee ai ee ai o

And on this farm he had some ponies

Ee ai ee ai o

A black pony here and a brown pony there 

and Precious asked if they were both puppies

Everywhere a pony (or perhaps a puppy?)

Ee ai ee ai o

Old Mac Donald had this farm
Ee ai ee ai o

And in this barn he had a piggie

Ee ai ee ai o

Here a fat piggie, sleeping in a corner

Precious, disappointed, asked me 'piggie... oink?'

Everywhere I see only the slothful piggieeeeeeeee

Ee ai ee ai o

Old MacDonald had this farm
Ee ai ee ai o

And in the main barn there were no animals

Ee ai ee ai no?

With a video game here and a tractor there

With a John Deere product placement everywhere 

Ee ai ee ai ugh!

Old Mac... You know this...sing aloud, people

Ee ai ee ai o

And on this farm he had some chickens

Ee ai ee ai o

Finally, a cluck cluck here and a cluck cluck there

But Precious screamed 'KIKI (sparrow)bird!!!'

Here a sparrow there a sparrow near the green bin

We only care about the common sparrowwwww

Ah well Old MacD's farm... barn... @ the Lincoln Park Zoo, we'll be back.

Poet's disclaimer: I have ranked content higher than rhyme scheme so if you are singing along (admit it, you totally were!), your tune and rhythm may have steered off-course a bit. It's ok. 

LOTR at the Ravinia festival

It all began when A's office was selling tickets to the annual Ravinia festival held every summer in Chicago's Northern suburbs. 

A hard-core Lord of the Rings fan, A jumped at the thought of an LOTR concert and bought tickets. Not just the usual picnic-in-the-lawn tickets, but Pavilion tickets, with a built-in chair for each person. Fan-cee and not even crazy expensive!

Yes! The very-talented Chicago Symphony Orchestra was going to play the soundtrack for the second film in the epic trilogy- and we were going to watch experience the show LIVE. 

I was excited but not over the moon or anything. I truly love LOTR but am not a die-hard fan.

Instead, I started wondering about whether we should attempt to take Precious with us and make her sleep in the stroller...so she can sleep under the stars and you know, I could blog happily about it. Thankfully, I read on the Ravinia website that no kids under 7 were allowed into the Pavilion so whew! That erased all scary visions of little S screaming and we being asked to leave ASAP. 

I felt liberated to NOT have a choice.

So I arranged for my sitter H to show up, made and packed some burgers and ran out the door, ready to get lost in a fantasy-adventure world full of hobbits and Gollum.

We drove up with our friends M&A (they are lawyers but not that they deal with either mergers or acquisitions, really). 

The show was simply breathtaking. Live music played by one of the best orchestras in the world made a huge difference. A and I switched between being glued to the screen and then glued to the orchestra. I've watched the Twin Towers several times but no previous experience was a patch on this.

Sméagol/ Gollum- My favorite character! He is SO psychologically complex. He incessantly talks to himself, refers to himself and his alter-ego using the 'we' form and uses the double plural - 'birdses, hobbitses' - making him extremely unique and interesting.  

Can't wait for the third movie to play in Ravinia next year. 

Meet the Blankie family

If you've read Lanky's Blankie, you already know that Precious has been in love with her blankie for a while now. For around 6 months, to be precise. I whined a little in the past about how hard it is to take blankie everywhere, especially the swimming pool, and how hard I try to break this habit of hers in random places. 

Well, I wish I had shut my mouth! 

S just took the blankie love to a whole new level. If she was 'in love' earlier on, she is now married to the blankie family and has tons of blankie babies. Ok, that sounds weird but let me explain...

Starting this week, S suddenly developed an attachment to one of her doll's blankies. The blankie fits the general love criteria - soft, plush and creamish pink in color. She started taking this new 'baby blankie' to bed with her during naptime and bedtime.

A day later, she took Blankie, Baby Blankie and a 'lovey' - a small lamb face attached to a square piece of cloth the size of men's handkerchiefs. (If you are from the generation in which men used handkerchiefs, you know what I'm talking about). She started calling this lovey 'Buppy'.

Another day later, she took Blankie, Baby Blankie, Buppy and the largest stuffed toy she owns, an adorable big fat dog, which she, of course, refers to as 'Puppy'.

It doesn't stop there. Let me introduce "thaachi Blankie" to you. When A or I make S nap in her stroller, we usually cover the top of the stroller with a soft muslin cloth that she has started calling "thaachi Blankie". Thaachi or ninni = sleep, in Tamil.

You guessed it. We now have Blankie, Baby Blankie, Buppy, Puppy and thaachi Blankie in her crib.

As a result these days S hardly has any space to move around in her crib. When she starts feeling drowsy, she usually informs me, "Amma, ninni", and then proceeds to track and hunt down this Blankie/Puppy family of hers. She tries to carry them ALL to her crib and trips and falls multiple times because it's not possible for her tiny frame to carry 5 misshapen things and walk straight. But she persists. She refuses to go to bed without any of them and seems traumatised by the thought that any of them might miss their nap time.

When you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I now tuck in Puppy and Buppy in bed first along with thaachi Blankie and then put S in her crib along with Blankie and Baby Blankie before I leave the room. S couldn't be happier. She talks a little to everyone in her new joint family and then proceeds to snuggle with Puppy before she drifts into dreamland. 

I must admit, it is ridiculously adorable to see her wake up and say "Hi" very excitedly to this bunch of non-living, stuffed things. 

I love her imagination and persistence. Although, this morning, when she threatened to take my large quilt to her crib, I remained as firm as I have ever been and said "Amma's bedsheet is for amma". Thankfully, I won that one.