tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69377575431856898552024-03-13T13:08:00.489-07:00Two HootsHoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-28417090322047790422012-05-03T04:29:00.001-07:002012-05-03T04:29:07.336-07:00Where were YOU when we got married?<br />
Little H2 was happily going through our wedding album until she realised that she was no where to be found. How do you explain to a 2 year old that she wasn't born yet? Her Akki solved the problem and told her that she was in Amma's tummy when the pictures were taken.<br />
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"Ammi why did you get married?"<br />
"Ammi don't get married because I want you!"<br />
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And when Thaaththi got home H2 told him all about the wedding album and told him "Ammi married you because she wants you!"<br />
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Trying to be funny Hubby asked, "Where were you when we married?" and H2 promptly replied, "In Ammi's Tummy!" Hubby then asked "Where was Akki then?" Without hesitating H2 replied "In YOUR tummy!"<br />Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-7594726777618143562012-04-10T01:14:00.002-07:002012-04-10T10:09:07.192-07:00Things H2 has been upto.......since I last updated this blog:<br />
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1) Aththamma caught H2 with her head down a full bucket of water when our helper Nandini left her alone for a second in the bathroom to bring a bottle of shampoo. Since this happened on Aththamma's watch, she is having nightmares about H2 drowning and has promptly put away all buckets and basins up on the roof! seriously!! I had to bring them down with the aid of a broom.<br />
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2) H2 nearly swallowed a coin and claimed it was a toffee that she was sucking. Luckily, Nandini saw it and pulled it out of her mouth. Her Grandpa ordered us not to have any coins in the house and not to make any transactions with coins!! :)<br />
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3) I left H2 for half a second and when I got back she had a mouth full of something. Upon closer inspection it was revealed that she had a whole load of multivitamin tablets (which were for H1 and which said not for children under 5 years in the bottle!) in her mouth. It was 15 in total!! How they all fit in that little mouth, I have no idea! Since I knew exactly how many were in the bottle (as we've just opened it and H1 only had two of the tablets) i knew she didn't swallow any. Phew! The "medicine box" now sits on top of a cupboard.<br />
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4) H2 locked her self in the bathroom and the door had to be broken down by my Hubby. This was while both my Husband and Aththamma was at home while getting her ready for school. The lock has been replaced at a height that is above 5 feet!<br />
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5) H2 emptied a whole bottle of baby powder on her head and was happily combing her white hair when Nanda walked in on her. Oh how I wish that Nanda took a photo of H2.<br />
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6) Just a day after the baby powder incident She emptied a whole bottle of baby oil on her head. The said bottle was on top of a unreachable shelf that H2 managed to make reachable by climbing on H1's study chair!<br />
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What do I doooooooooooo?Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-22716913899527454162012-03-01T19:23:00.000-08:002012-03-01T19:23:43.795-08:00Just one moreAdding to my last post,<br />
H2 also sang, while settling down in bed last night,<br />
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Source and cupses, source and cupses<br />
It's time for tea, it's time for tea....<br />
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She meant cups and saucers you think? ;)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-56967917814651585502012-02-27T19:33:00.000-08:002012-02-28T20:07:04.929-08:00Know any famous deers?My H2 loves to sing....<br />
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OH! and the other day she came and said, "Happy Balentimes day Ammi!"</div>Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-61901569835301028652012-02-15T22:40:00.000-08:002012-02-16T01:40:47.436-08:00The Better World of Books!PP's<a href="http://no-to-polsambol.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-books.html" target="_blank"> post on books</a> started me on this post. (Thanks PP for introducing me to Goodreads!!)<br />
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I LURVE reading and I always wanted to keep a record of the books I've read but never got around to doing it. Then I saw PP's post on Goodreads and immediately started creating a list of books I've read. Just managed to add 168 of the books I've read. I also entered the challenge like she mentioned. Though I'd like to read 50 books at least this year, I have to be realistic. I mean how can a mother of two holding a 8 -5 job do all that reading? I read whenever I can, wherever I can...like in the toilet, while I have my lunch at work, while I put the kids to bed, during commercials while watching TV...I grab whatever second I can! Sometimes I read a book while string a pot of soup! So I kept the figure at 30, but as you can see I am already 14% ahead :) hmmmm...maybe I should change it to 50?</div>
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I have read Secret Adversary and Marley and Me before, but just like PP, I love re-reading the books I've already read and loved! (Believe it or not I've read Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone 14, YES! FOURTEEN times!!! :)) I am a sucker for fantasy stories...I still love my fairy tales :P</div>
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My idea of heaven would be a bookstore.I go nuts when I go into a book store. The smell of new books, the shelves full of books....sigh. Unfortunately for me, getting to a bookstore was a problem (funny enough, I don't like libraries. I guess it lacks the smell and the colours of a bookstore) because of my other commitments and finding the time to go to one was so difficult. That was until a friend introduced me to <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/" target="_blank">Betterworldbooks</a>. Ah! I found my virtual heaven!!! It's FREE shipping people!! AND community service to boot! I don't mind that the books are not brand new (It's wonderful that someone else enjoyed them before I did and sometimes you get lovely surprises like little notes and cards forgotten by the earlier readers). You can get brand new ones if you wish, but I always shop in the bargain bin :)</div>
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I order about 7 books every month and it always costs me less than 4000 bucks. It's usually 5 books for me and two books for the kidos. That keeps me going till the next month's books arrive. Oh! the joy I feel when I see that book parcel waiting for me every month. The only downside is, the order takes about a month to reach you and there is no tracking facility (what did you expect for free shipping??) But if you pace it out right you get your books before the previous set is read :)</div>
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She loves playing with the tap and I've caught her many a times with the tap open, happily playing away. One day when I walked in on her at the tap, she had removed all her cloths and was happily splashing away. Remember how much of a little hora gediya my H2 is? When she caught me looking on she quickly turned her back to the tap and tells me as if its a valid excuse for what she is doing, "I am washing my bum Ammi, I am washing my bum!" I gave her little bum a little whack and sent her out of the bathroom.</div>
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One night, before bedtime, I put on some toothpaste on her toothbrush and gave it to H2 and asked her to start brushing while I went off to boil some water for her milk. I've just to leave H2 for two seconds without supervision for her to get into a scrape. When I came back yes, she was busy brushing, just not her teeth! She was brushing the toilet bowl! </div>
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Once I walked in when H2 was trying to help me with the laundry, she was washing her T shirt in the toilet bowl. I had to wash her, the T shirt and of cause the toilet! </div>Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-68402210532673740682012-01-31T20:03:00.000-08:002012-01-31T20:03:44.705-08:00Little Artist - con, that is!Remember I keep saying what a con artist my H2 is? Here's another story to demonstrate the point.<div>
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Me: What did you do H2? Are you supposed to draw on the wall?</div>
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H2: Mouth turned down like a dehi lella and looking at me with BIG guilty eyes.</div>
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Hubby: (while walking into the room) Who drew on the wall Ammi? H2 did you draw on the wall? You are supposed to draw on the board or paper!</div>
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Hubby had to go out of the room to compose himself before trying to discipline H2.</div>Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-60545826021563199002012-01-15T19:24:00.001-08:002012-01-15T19:24:37.825-08:00Not so terrible after all<br />
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having a too bad a terrible twoish time unlike H1 who’s terrible twos started
when she was one and a half and went on until she was about 3 and a half! And
they were terrible indeed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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screaming-while-rolling on-the-floor kind of tantrums (especially when we are
out and there were a million judging strangers around, like in a shopping mall
or the tube (we were in Singapore at that time.) Those tantrums would make us
angry and frustrated (my poor H1 </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span><span lang="EN-US">). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is a little clown and a drama queen to boost so even her tantrums are cute and
makes us laugh instead of making us angry. She would pretend to cry (“ihi…ihi…”)
and fling herself on the bed/floor or hide her face in her hand and lean on a
wall (facing the wall), very Rookmani Devi style in those old movies when the
heroine has had a fight with her lover. It’s hilarious to watch and it’s so
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she would very rudely demand something or cry in order to get her way. So we
would say, “Say that nicely H2” and in a veeeeeeery nice sing song voice, she
would look up, and actually say the word “Nicely…..” Of cause we would melt right
then and there and give into any whimsy of hers. That child has us wrapped
around her fingers I tell ya!<o:p></o:p></span></div>Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-55894653460556249482012-01-10T00:43:00.000-08:002012-01-10T00:43:49.518-08:00School, here we come!Gaaaaaaaah!! My kidos are growing up so fast and I can't stop them!!<div>
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We had to carry a ton of school supplies which were listed in the book list. It's crazy I tell you; 3 boxes of clay, 2 boxes of colour pencils (of the most expensive brand mind you! - its specifically stated in the list!), 2 boxes of 12 bottle packs of fabric paint, 6 fabric glitter glue, so many crape paper, so many colour paper, so many A4 paper and on and on and on...</div>
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The classes in the area where the meeting was held had those chairs that spring back when someone is not seated in them and H2 was trying her mighty best to put the seat down and sit. Finally frustrated she looks at me and says, "Ammi!, These chairs are broken. Can you fix them please?"</div>
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The kids were left behind with the Grandparents and "Nanda "in Kandy where apperantly they had a blast and hardly ever missed us.<br />
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Most of the people in Sikkim are Gorkhas of Nepalese origin and they were such nice, hospitable, humble people. I'd say 80% of the population, both male and female were so good looking. Everywhere we'd look there were men who looked like movie stars and Hubby claims the same for the women ;)<br />
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The temperature was between 7 and 12 degrees Celsius and I was COLD! (I hate cold!)<br />
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There are a few important things I learnt from this trip:<br />
1. Life is so much easier if you have a penis to pee with.<br />
2. I can hold my pee for hours on end without bursting my bladder.<br />
3. My moods fluctuate with the thermometer. The lesser the degrees the fouler my mood is!<br />
4. Best way to keep warm is to use the apparatus mentioned in no. 1 one way or the other ;)<br />
5. I am a sunny kind of gal. I cant stand the Cold..did I mention I wore 4 layers of clothing (including TWO thermal underwear) underneath my winter coat?<br />
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Oh BTW, from the Indian High Commission in SL to the Sikkim House at Delhi (where u need to get a special permit to enter Sikkim) and all the people we met there told us we were the first Sri Lankans to go there!! Should have taken flags to plant where ever we went!<br />
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We had a day in Delhi where it was utter chaos. If there's a electricity breakdown, I have no idea how they'd figure out which wire to check!~!<br />
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Whole of Delhi was covered in dust and my heart broke for the poor trees. How do they breath?<br />
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Went from Delhi to Nawa Jalapaiguri in Brahmaputra Express in the Sleeper car. Express my foot. The train was delayed by 16 hours!!! 16 extra hours in a cramped space. Hubby got a ear full on future modes of transportation to choose when on vacation ;)<br />
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Frost!! - Closest we've gotten to snow :)<br />
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<br />Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-80171282192740485942011-12-19T01:58:00.000-08:002011-12-19T01:58:31.612-08:00Well, Excuse Me!!My H2 is quite a polite child. She promptly says her 'Thank you's and 'Excuse me's and 'Please.' But she refuses to say 'Sorry.' Can you believe how arrogant my two year old is? However, should one of us (mostly her Akki) manages to make a mistake, H2 would demand a 'sorry ' from us.<br />
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One day while I was playing with her she said something about "Haal" (raw rice). Thinking that she's like to play with some I took her to the kitchen and got her some rice in a small container. Apparently she DIDN'T want rice. She started crying and said very firmly, "I don't want rice. Ammi say sorry to me! Say sorry and give me a kiss!" and she thrust her cheeky cheeks at me for me to apologize!Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-84329743933211911612011-12-14T23:58:00.000-08:002011-12-15T00:15:36.389-08:00To Kill a Mocking MamaMy H2 is definitely a Mama's girl. She clings to me when ever I am home and I know for a fact that I am her favorite person :) So anything good happening should happen to Mama.<br />
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Recently, all of my Hubbies family got together and all the little cousins were playing in bed. My Hubby was lying down, so all the little ones were jumping on him and L girl said "I am going to kill you H Maami," while pretending to strangle him. H2 hearing this and not knowing the meaning of the word kill; but would have thought it was something good and wanting it of cause to happen to her mom, said quickly, "Don't kill my father, kill my Ammi!"Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-84942346939905905822011-12-13T02:18:00.000-08:002011-12-13T02:18:01.464-08:00Little "Gotta"Sometimes we call H2 "Dimi Gotta"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/himadhuk/276125769/" target="_blank">A Weaver Ants nest</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 16px;">)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> </span></span>because her name sounds very similar to "Dimi." Recently her cousin asked H2 what her name was and she promptly replied DIMI GOTTA! I hope she doesn't tell everyone that when she goes to school next year :)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-51016765764736511452011-12-08T20:01:00.000-08:002011-12-08T20:01:58.461-08:00We are Back!!!Wow! Eight whole months without visiting my blog!!! Sad, sad, sad!!<br />
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I'm not going to make any excuses. Even I don't know why I kept away. Why have I returned? Just like I was compelled to start the blog when H1 was about two because of all the interesting things she said and did, now H2 has started doing the same! I just HAVE to keep a record of them in case I forget.....<br />
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Ah! My H2....We call her the clown. She makes us laugh so much! And she is SUCH a con artist that it amazes us that such a tiny brain can think up such clever excuses, but she does it with such charm and cuteness, she'll get away with murder!<br />
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My H1? She is slowly becoming very lady like. Much less trouble. Oh I wish I could hold back time so my babies don't grow up so fast! H1 will be in grade 3 next year and H2 will start play group! Sigh.....Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-87301034462953415542011-04-04T03:44:00.000-07:002011-04-04T03:44:08.291-07:00A Butt-treeMy H2 can now speak in 3 word sentences. Not bad for a 19 month old!<br />
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She says "Baba TV daana!" and actually bring the remote to switch to <a href="http://www.babytv.com/">Baby TV</a><br />
"Thaaththi minthy geenna" when she wants to drink Milk<br />
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Most of her words start or end with the "th" sound like thith (sit) thar (star)<br />
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She can also sing "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i" (that's as far as she gets :)<br />
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But that's not the interesting story. H1 said to me yesterday, "Ammi, Nangi can say Battery. Only she says it like butt-tree. That means a tree full of butts!!" She giggles and adds, "so if our butts fall off, we can pick one from the tree and attach it!"Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-38456825460274711972011-03-06T23:58:00.000-08:002011-03-06T23:58:08.511-08:00So, how have you been?Didn't even realize that I haven't posted over a month! It's not that my kids have gotten less interesting. It's just just I've been a tad busy with work.<br />
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So, is everyone enjoying the world cup? We are! Hubby stayed in line from 5.00 am to get tickets last week. Sad that it had to rain. My kidos were supporting Sri Lanka all the way, rain or shine :)<br />
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Can you believe H2 is 18 months now? How time flies. She knows loads of words now. She sings "Theeee Thaw upanddoooon" and "Amma nooooooo, pappa noooo, aaapppa nooooo "Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-88783315053891553492011-01-25T01:11:00.001-08:002011-01-25T01:11:54.308-08:00L of a problem!Was going through my old blog posts and came across this gem. :)<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hubby: “N…O…E…L”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hooty: “NO! NO! NO! You said No ‘L’!”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hubby: “But darling that’s how the word ‘Noel’ is spelled.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Hooty: (Whimpering and mad as ‘L’) “But you said NO ‘L’ so no ‘L’ in the spelling!”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And on and on it went and Hubby finally gave up and thought to ‘L’ with it and said, “OK then, no ‘L’.”</span></span>Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-39292860908417103932011-01-16T20:03:00.000-08:002011-01-16T20:03:09.279-08:00I'm in someones dreams...H1 got a diary from her Puncha. She is so exited about writing in it that she was conjuring up all sorts of things to write. Unfortunately, nothing exiting seems to be happening, but who else better provide material for her than yours truly?<br />
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H1 was being rather rude to me so I sent her off to her room to cool down. After a while Hubby went over and had a chat with her and explained why she was sent to her room and asked her to apologize to me.<br />
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H1 reluctantly came over and said, "I am sorry Ammi." After giving me a hug she explodes, "But I am still going to write in my diary that you are my worst nightmare!"<br />
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Hubby took her back to her room to explain that writing nasty things in diaries might not be the way to go :)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-36203444525758379592011-01-06T03:16:00.000-08:002011-01-06T03:16:01.568-08:00What's in a name?So, Santa brought H1 a Dora Monopoly set this time. Only H1 calls it Mala Pani (my Singhala readers will appreciate this ;)<br />
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What ever it's called, we are having loads of fun playing it though! (H1nta indala hitala Mala Paninawa though, especially when she's loosing!)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-29978402059228224632010-12-29T00:45:00.000-08:002010-12-29T00:45:38.511-08:00Wedding AlbumH1 was very quiet for a change. She was busy drawing pictures in a notebook. What was she doing? She was creating a whole wedding album! See for your self:<br />
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And off they go.............Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-25114022661927634382010-12-24T20:13:00.000-08:002010-12-24T20:13:08.758-08:00A Veeeeeeeery Merry Christmas!!Wishing all my blogger friends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!<br />
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Christmas Angel drawn by H1Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-63826165419151373842010-12-07T20:23:00.000-08:002010-12-07T20:23:42.905-08:00Peeping Tom!I don't know how to react to this incident!! I am not disturbed...though I think I should be...I am not scared...should I be? OK OK enough with the preamble, let me tell you what happened.<br />
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Because we have such a lovely view, we have not put up curtains, but we have hung blinds from the roof, out side the window. So there is a space between the blinds and the window.<br />
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I had the lights out and just put H2 to sleep and decided to lie down next her until Hubby finished putting H1 to bed in the next room. After about a minuit after lying down, I felt water splashed on my hair. I got up and sat in bed and looked towards the window. There was a man in shorts standing between the blinds and he window. I thought hubby was playing a trick on me and just stared for a couple of seconds. Because there was no reaction from the person standing there, I reached for the light and switched it on. It wasn't my Husband!!!<br />
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I screamed ''Thief! thief!'' (I should have screamed &*%$ing pervert!!! but my mind was numb you see). Of cause the bastard bolted.<br />
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Hubby was trying to go after him and was looking for a baton. We have none in the house! (time to go shopping!) and there he was trying to go after the fellow with a broom!!! Calls to neighbours and everyone was going up the lane with torches flashing here and there. Of cause the pervert had vanished by then.<br />
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I think it was a loony. I mean why else would he throw water at me? Hoping I'd wake up and join him????<br />
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Anyway, I am going to put up thick curtains at least in our bedroom now!Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-36596452841927101302010-11-29T00:43:00.000-08:002010-11-29T00:43:25.804-08:00Up in the air!There I was getting dressed to go out. I did not expect H1 to walk in on me.<br />
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So, picture me, naked with my derrière up in the air, bending down to pick up the underwear I dropped. I hear a gasp and H1 goes "I sure hope I don't get to see <i>that </i>again!'' and walks off.<br />
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If that wasn't a ROFL moment I don't know what is! How does a six year old come up with such a witty comment? Maybe it was the shock! ;)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937757543185689855.post-58326983428769932192010-11-25T23:17:00.000-08:002010-11-25T23:17:07.966-08:00Monkey praising it's own tail?See the new title picture? I did it in Corel DRAW. My meagre skills seems to be improving.....<br />
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Not only have I not written, I have kept away from the blogs I love to read as well. I missed all of you....I did often think of you...Some of you, I have on my FB page, so I did manage to glimpse what was happening in your lives.<br />
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I am going to try at least to drop by. I will cause I really missed you guys.<br />
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So, what have I been up to? and my two little hoots? Hmmm...H1 is being the same old drama queen that she always has been. Actually her theatrics are getting worse, if that is a possibility! You want an example? This she posted on her door after a tantrum.<br />
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So, yes, I am dreading those teen years. Notice that she has crossed out Hubby and me? And the declaration that 'Until I want you to come...?' Yes, I do want to bang my head on the wall....<br />
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My little H2. Ooooooooh she's the cutest thing! She can say ''Denna" (give) now. She actually says ''Deeeeeeeeennnnnaaaaaaa'' but it works for us. She can say star and car too. When she sees a picture of a dog, she goes ''buh buh''. Her vocabulary is a lot less than H1's was at 15 months, but she sure knows how to get her message across by pointing and grunting.<br />
You want an example? She's usually taken for a walk in the afternoon and she somehow senses the time for this. One day, when it didn't look like it was going to happen, she picked up my slippers, dropped them at my feet, pointed and grunted in a way that clearly said ''Put these on Ammi!'' Then she said ''Baba'', picked up her shoes and pointed at her feet. Once I put them on for her, she pointed at the door and said ''ah, ah', ah''<br />
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When she get's hungry, she points to the pantry and smacks her lips. When she wants something opened she twists her hands and goes ''gnnnnnnnn'', the way we'd grunt trying to open a tight lid :)<br />
Come to think of it, she'd make an excellent mime artist.<br />
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Phew...it feels good to write again. Do drop in more often now that I am back ;) (Fingers crossed!)Hoot-a-Toothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655570784179070235noreply@blogger.com2