Snippets from the last 2 days home alone with kiddo and my cast. Maybe this is why my maid ran away. So that I could experience this first hand.
I’m folding the laundry. Goosh comes over and wants to help. His idea is to throw stuff up in the air and watch it come down. Or to get entangled in clothes. Or to crumple them in an attempt to fold. I ask him to help me, by putting some stuff away. He reaches out and grabs some of his clothes and 2 kitchen towels and runs gleefully away. I hear the cupboard open and walk over to see what he’s upto. He’s stuffed his clothes into the lowest shelf of his cupboard. And then swaggers over to the kitchen, promptly opens the kitchen towels wala drawer, and pops them right in.
And I stand watching speechless.
He opened the balcony door and ran out. Plucked a flower gleefully. And before I could chastise him for doing so, he ran over with grin and gave it to me. “Mumma, see, sunflower hai. For you Mumma”.
Before I could react to that, he snatched it back, ran over to the railing, pulled out tufts of petals and threw them into the air. “See mumma, flower flying!”
Later in the balcony, he’s taken an old plant pot, inverted it and is trying unsteadily to sit on it. He then takes an old newspaper and crumples it up.
Me: Baby, kya kar rahe ho?
Goosh: Kapda washing.
And proceeds to ‘wash’ the paper.
I’m getting the other maid to wash Goosh’s clothes today. Bits and pieces of an overheard conversation:
Goosh: Devi aunty, no washie washie. Roopa didi (prev maid) karo.
Devi: Roopa didi ghar gayi hai. Isliye mein wash kar rahi hun.
Goosh: Nahiiiiiii (screaming), Roopa didi ghar nahi gaya.
Devi: tho kahan gaya
Goosh: Wo gaon ko gaya hai.
He’s insisting I pick him and take him to the kitchen. I point to my plaster and say “Mummy ko tha-tha ho gaya hai. No take godi”. He looks up at me, and then falls at my feet and kisses the plaster for the next 5 minutes.
oh btw, he calls my plaster ‘kadak plastic’ ie solid plastic.
I got a lady to come cook for us the next 2 months. Or atleast till my foot’s better / I get another full time maid. Y’day was her second day and she made parathas. Scene at the lunch table with this new cook:
Goosh: Yeh roti accha nahi hai. Nahi chahiye.
Us: Baby, yeh paratha hai. See, ghee hai. Yummy yummy. See mumma eating. Baba eating. Baby also eat.
Goosh: Nahi. Ye accha nahi hai.
Goosh: Mujhe balloon ballon roti chahiye!
5 min tantrum for ballon roti. That’s how long it took us to figure out he wants Phulkas. So the new cook makes and serves him.
Goosh: Yeh wala plate nahi. Doosra plate chahiye.
The lady raises an eyebrow but passes another plate.
Goosh: Ye plate accha nahi hai. Baby plate chahiye.
He stomps off to the kitchen, clutching the roti in one hand, ghee dripping all over the floor, and picks out a smaller plate and declares “Yeh baby plate hai”.
Ok sweetie, I’ll keep that in mind.
We’re trying to get him used to the idea of sitting at the dining table and eating. So we’re both there, eating of course. The lil fellow wiggles outta his chair, creating a mess, bumping his head here and there. I’m about to scream at him. He walks up behind me. And pushes my chair in with grubby hands. “Mumma properly betho” [mumma, sit properly].