Height of Embarrassment - Ashu refusing to say a word when guests come home. And they ask me, "Does she talk?"
Height of Perfection - Ashu trying to keep her bottle straight on the table after she finishes her milk. She will stand on her toes and keep it straight but not sideways.
Height of Cruelty - She will dangle a piece of biscuit near my mouth and I would say no thanks. But she will persist. When I open my mouth, she will promptly put it in her mouth and run away.
Height of Anger - Ashu screwing up her face and pushing me away if I so much as touch my father. If I hug him, she gets mad and starts screaming.
Height of Comparison - Whenever she pulls my long ear rings, she will touch her ears to see if by magic she has long ear rings too!
Height of Choosiness - Picking out one book from the book shelf and holding it for months as her favorite. She won’t make another one her favorite until I hide the book or she does permanent damage to it!
Height of Vigilance - As soon as the mobile phone rings, she ll figure out where the phone is, run to it and bring it back to my dad to answer.
Height of Promptness - She always closes anything she opens. Firmly. The cupboards, bottles, boxes, doors, ...
Height of Desperation - Ashu closing the bedroom door and going and lying on the bed waiting for me when I delay to put her to sleep.
Height of Brilliance - As soon as we gave her the numbers book, she started associating. Now she says too, thee, fo, chix, nain,... looking at the phones, calendar or wherever she sees numbers.
Height of Frustration - Ashu trying to turn the back cover of a book thinking that there is another page sticking to it and crying in frustration when she cant!
Height of Manners - She says "Thanks" only to me and only when I give her appalam. (papad)
Height of Sharing - Ashu giving a toy to the kid who comes home so that she can snatch the toy that the kid is holding.
Height of Caring - Whenever I hurt myself and scream with pain, Ashu will come running to me with a concerned look on her face. I ll smile and tell her Im alright and she will smile back sheepishly.
Thanks ArtNavy for tagging me. Thanks Itching to Write for starting this tag. This one made me think a lot. And thanks all of you who took this tag because it helped me copy!! ;)
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Height of Sharing - Ashu giving a toy to the kid who comes home so that she can snatch the toy that the kid is holding.
At least she shares (on her terms), not like some people who never shared a bit of pickle through their entire college days :)
Height of Anger - Ashu screwing up her face and pushing me away if I so much as touch my father. If I hug him, she gets mad and starts screaming.
As a thoroughly spoiled Daddy's girl, I would have my own hissy-fit if a future child of mine ever did that! Sigh... kids do take over EVERY aspect of your life, don't they?!
Achacho! Visitor - Did we go to the same college? I never shared the famed Maanga thokku of my mom with anyone in college but gladly shared the Priya pickle! Im not so bad then, huh?!! ;)
Nee - Wait and watch! I was(note the past tense!) a pampered Daddys girl too and would fight with my sis if she ever sat on his lap. Now look what happened to me? :(
wonderful post :-) loved evry 'height' to great heights!!
...Picking out one book from the book shelf and holding it for months as her favorite.
...Ashu trying to turn the back cover of a book thinking that there is another page sticking to it...
looks like a bad case of book addiction :) good job, mom!
Obviously one has to be thankful for appalams (Fried, right?) for the fear of not getting anymore. Papads is worth living for.
You feeding her fried appalams ??
Kutti - Thanks!
K's mom - There are so much books at home that she has no choice but to take interest! Most of the books are gifts from my sister. So I ll pass on the due credits! :)
Pratap - Bits and pieces of microwaved papads as bribe so that I can eat my lunch in peace. Now judge me! ;)
What will happen if Anush and Ashu get together? Height of heights?
Tnx for doing the tag.
The pics of her day out are so sweet
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