how to feed him – some solutions

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Posted by appa | Posted in habits | Posted on 27-05-2009

One sweet solution to this perennial question, someone had suggested this earlier but somewhere we had forgotten, and remembered again later – was to get him to abstain from sweets. No more chocolates, gems, or poppins.

This of course didn’t go well with him – but we had a story – ‘a rakshasha (daemon) came and took it all away’

Sometimes he’d go to the door and shout with pumped fists ‘rakshahsa! chocolate kodu rakshasha!’

But after a day or so of this abstainence, his appetite did pick up. It seems that the strong taste of sweets kind of numbed his tastebuds and prevented him from appreciating anything else.

Of course, later on there were times when we’d say ‘chennagi uuta maaDu, shakti baruthe, rakshashainda chocolate kithkobahudu’ (eat well, you’ll become strong, you can snatch the chocolates back from the rakshasha! And once in a way, we’d give him just one gems/poppins.


Another solution:

Appa bandhu thinbuDuthe(appa is going to come and eat it…!).

This seems to work quite well off late.

And I have to theaten to eat it and warn him “ABHINAV! thinbeDa abhinaaav!!!” and he gulps it down. Later on I even add “nidhaaanake nungbeDa abhinav” (don’t swallow it slowwly) and he swallows it slowly and then says “nidhaanake nungbuTe.

He likes this playacting so much that sometimes comes and calls me at mealtime and says “appa, nanag beku, nanag beku antha heLu” (appa, say you want it) and later on “appa, aLu appa!” (appa, cry!)

Earlier I used to feel concerned whether these are the wrong approaches to fulfil the objective… but over time I’ve felt he has a good sense of humor and dosen’t take anything too seriously – so its all right 😉

houda?

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Posted by appa | Posted in communication, listen | Posted on 26-05-2009

“is it?”

Abhinav completely floored me yesterday with this acknowledgement of listening – I can’t imagine where he picked up the word or the usage, maybe while we are talking amongs’t ourselves… and today he’s using it more. In between pauses in a conversation, he says “houda?”

patterns – breaking free from them

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Posted by appa | Posted in habits, story | Posted on 25-05-2009

If we look at our adult life, we find that we’re engrossed on a daily basis on a variety of patterns – routines – like brushing teeth to excercising to eating and working and so on. Of course this might be an inevitable part of a common man’s life, but once they start becoming mechanical and lifeless, we tend to start being unmindful during these times (its as if this time of our life has been ‘written off’ and we were not alive during these times at all, no different from a wound up toy.

So its key to put life into every moment of our life, so that routines are not mechanical routines any more. It helps to introduce some randomness.

In Abhinav’s case, for the past week or so, he’s started suddenly getting into this really cranky routine of hating to remove his clothes for a path.  He keeps insisting that he wants to wear ‘adhe baTTe’ (same clothes) – nothing to do with any particular favoritism of a particular set but every day its the same drama. He just starts crying and creating a scene and tears start streaming down his face and oh man its unbeleivable – one might imagine we’re like cruel fellows whipping him with a stick or something. And past couple of days he’s gone a step further, after his bath he insists he wears the same clothes, and even if they’ve gotten soaking wet  – we end up squeezing them dry as much as possible and putting them on, so he’s in this damp t-shirt, and we went to the terrace so it dries off faster in the sun!

So today it was just the beginning of the same scene again, when we could identify that this was becomming too much of a repetition. So once the pattern was recognized, it was easy to solve.

He asked “spider kathe heLu” (tell me a spider’s story) so I started with a spider which was walking around, and it started building its web… (my wrist was the spider) And in the process it then crawled on to Abhinav’s shirt and dirtied it – and Abhinav had to remove it… (and I started removing his tshirt). He was ok but suddenly looked at his mom and got back into the pattern and started crying again. So I put it back on, but this time took him out of sight of her, in front of the washing machine. There I continued with the story – spider kakka maaDbuDtu (spider did kakka) and then Abhinav puts his clothes into the washing machne. Now he was more than willing to cooperate easily and I could remove his tshirt. And then I involved Vijetha in the story as well – then he asked his mom to put in some soap water… and I handed him over to Vijetha telling her – now you put soap into the machine. The thing is that now he’s distracted and involved in the story, he dosen’t realise he’s now ready for his bath!

So this story-telling with role-playing is one out-of-box approach we found useful for avoiding cranky situations! 🙂

funtime is everytime

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Posted by appa | Posted in communication, mischeif, sleep | Posted on 21-05-2009

This post was prompted by: Games puttachi plays


“Appa muugu thogothini” (I am taking dad’s nose) and snatches my nose from my face. Then he pretends to hold it and does all kinds of things with it.

appa muugna fanige haakbute … (I put appa’s nose into the fan!) …”drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr antha thirigbuDtu” (it spinning drrrrrrrr)

appa muugna dabuk! antha neerig haakbuTe (i put appa’s nose ‘dabuk!’ into the water

appa muugnaaaa appa muugnaaaa… and he speculates while holding appa’s nose in his hand… mixiege haakbuTe … drrrr drrrr drrrrrrrr

And if I’m standing up he makes me bend down and take my nose!

We find that this game really helped build up his vocabulary significantly because he always used the words he’d learnt about objects around him, to do different things with ‘appa muugu’


He takes a hanky and starts spinning it around ‘drrrr… drr….’ and says ‘amma amma chaLi chaLi antha heLu’ (amma amma say that you’re feeling cold!)


As you might guess… ‘drrrrrr’ imitating the kitchen food mixer is his favorite sound 😉 It was during the few months we were in Germany, when he had started interacting freely with strangers. While travelling in a bus/train in Germany, the Germans usually are silent and expressionless. But this guy he just looks around and waits to catch someone’s eye and starts off. And they just can’t help reciprocating, and he makes that bus journey a party time. I’ve not seen them interacting with German kids the way they interact with him!


He goes and hides somewhere and says ‘naanu bachitkondidini’ (I’m hiding) and then 2 seconds later bursts out saying ‘illidni!’ (I’m here!)


to be continued…

discovery of the day

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Posted by appa | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 04-05-2009

“if I pull my hair, it dosen’t come out”

whatever happened to nursery rhymes…?

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Posted by appa | Posted in talent | Posted on 01-05-2009

This is a really cool story of a little girl named Cleopatra…

Pavel Stratan, father of Cleopatra, was in a studio recording a song with 3 years old Cleopatra hanging around. Impulsively, she grabbed a microphone and started singing along with Pavel. Everybody was stunned so they ended up recording the song with Cleopatra performing the lead vocals…

The rest is history…

…youngest person ever to score commercial success as a singer, with her 2006 album La vârsta de trei ani (“At the age of 3”). She holds the record for being the youngest artist that performed live for two hours in front of a large audience, the highest paid young artist, the youngest artist to receive an MTV award and the youngest artist to score a #1 hit in a country

~ wiki

Here are the English lyrics posted by youtube’s mylifeinpiano

The coat is inside out,
There is no sun above
Nothing is going good
Since I think of Ghita.
But Ghita’s not in town
I asked why he’s not around
It seems to me he’s gone
He’s gone abroad

Hard, I think it’s very hard
Want, I don’t know what I want
I know that you like me too
Ghita, what is up with you?
Young, come on in or go
Young, tell me yes or no
Ghita, please don´t anger me
Tell me how your life will be

Ghita,
Tonight I’m waiting at the wicket
Me at the station I bought a ticket
Come to,
But don’t come as you did before
As usually with empty hands…
Who else
Will and sing for you as I do
Entire evening just getting there
Ghita,
Show me a girl who’s found of you
That loves you more as much as I do…

Every child has so much of potential talent – one never knows under what circumstances a bud can flower!

Its so important for a parent to have an open mind and allow them to get many opportunities, of course without any expectation! 😉