Kuttyma says the darnest things. It is the cute innocent stage that blows me away. I often wish I could whip out the camera and record every second of her life. I do not think I was so deeply in love with her when she was born. Is it possible to fall deeper in love as she grows?<\/p>\n
Here are some of our “talks”<\/p>\n
Me: Kuttyma how old are you?<\/em><\/p>\n Her : Two<\/em><\/p>\n (R and me exchange glances – you know the kind parents always seem to be doing? Yes we have become “that kind” of parents)<\/em><\/p>\n R: Good Job! How old is daddy?<\/em><\/p>\n Her: Three<\/em><\/p>\n (ROFLing)<\/em><\/p>\n Me: How old is mommy?<\/em><\/p>\n Her: One!<\/em><\/p>\n ******<\/p>\n I am lying down in bed one Sunday morning just browsing and tweeting<\/p>\n Her: Sunshine shining mommy – wake up Me: Gasp! So I cannot take a nap during daytime<\/em><\/p>\n Her: Yes – sunshine<\/em><\/p>\n Me: Who told you that?<\/em><\/p>\n Her: V aunty (A’s mommy)<\/em><\/p>\n V aunty I am so mad at you for teaching my daughter such stuff but then truthfully I know V aunty would not have made such a statement even for fun. And ofcourse my daughter has not “talked” to V aunty in nearly a month. Fertile imagination I say.<\/p>\n ********<\/p>\n She: Alligator bite mommy, Alligator bite (pointing to a tiny scratch or itch)<\/em><\/p>\n Ever since we told her a story about an alligator grabbing the elephant’s leg and the elephant screaming in pain – every small bite turns into a huge alligator bite<\/p>\n *********<\/p>\n Attempting to teach her Thirukural (Couplets in Tamil) when she was in no mood to learn<\/p>\n Me: \u0b85\u0b95\u0bb0<\/em><\/p>\n Her: No \u0b85\u0b95\u0bb0<\/em><\/p>\n Me: \u0bae\u0bc1\u0ba4\u0bb2<\/em><\/p>\n Her: No \u0bae\u0bc1\u0ba4\u0bb2<\/em><\/p>\n Being the great kid she is – she repeated the entire kural after me pre-fixing with a No. Thiruvalluvar (the guy who wrote them) would probably be turning in his grave as he hears my daughter butcher his words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kuttyma says the darnest things. It is the cute innocent stage that blows me away. I often wish I could whip out the camera and record every second of her life. I do not think I was so deeply in love with her when she was born. Is it possible to fall deeper in love as she grows? Here are some of our “talks” Me: Kuttyma how old are you? Her : Two (R and me exchange glances – you know the kind parents always seem to be doing? Yes we have become “that kind” of parents) R: Good Job! How old is daddy? Her: Three (ROFLing) Me: How old is mommy? Her: One! ****** I am lying down in bed one Sunday morning just browsing and tweeting Her: Sunshine shining mommy – wake up Me: Gasp! So I cannot take a nap during daytime Her: Yes – sunshine Me: Who told you that? Her: V aunty (A’s mommy) V aunty I am so mad at you for teaching my daughter such stuff but then truthfully I know V aunty would not have made such a statement even for fun. And ofcourse my daughter has not “talked” to V aunty […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[638],"tags":[771],"class_list":["post-3527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kuttyma-says","tag-2-years-and-3-months-old"],"yoast_head":"\n
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