I have decided to write more for myself and less for the world. Cliched, it might sound, and in all probability is, but that’s what will get me to write more often. Things at work have changed considerably, with me being busy almost all the time. When I am not, I want to go home and spend time with little Zo.
Zo by the way, still makes me oscillate between a myriad of emotions in the few hours we spend together awake. Admitted, she is a one year old, but how a person can go from being a charming goofy grinned little elf to a bawling, tantrum throwing, kicking little imp in under 30 seconds? Which means that I need to change from a proud, misty eyed mom, congratulating herself for her amazing creation, to a snarling, gnarling witch-like creature, busily digging her finger in said imp’s mouth to remove the residue of the paper/plastic/*insert anything dirty* she just consumed.
The grin by the way, hers, not mine, has finally ceased to be toothless. We had sightings of two emerging teeth on the lower gums, and we kept staring at them for almost a month when one fine day, the upper tooth decided to sprout in all it’s glory. The change has made the erstwhile innocent smile, a rather cheeky one, which perhaps goes better with Zo’s personality.
Zo also has a Zoctionary now. Yep, you guessed right, that’s the very original name (not) for the documentation of her vocabulary and corresponding meanings. Currently we have –
Mumma – Meaning food when hungry, or in vicinity of anything eatable. Repeated without breaks until something is stuffed into the mouth. Sometimes, very rare though, it might also refer to the mother. Or the Japanese lady on our coasters. And on very depressing days (for me), Karishma Kapoor.
Amma, Maa (with the nasal twang ala Reshammiya), at considerably loud volume – Meaning the mother has been summoned. Or in general, we want attention.
Papa – Papa in most cases, baby pictures in others
Thatha – The grandfather (or so we like to believe) and mostly Ta-ta or Bye Bye. This is usually uttered after a sequence of steps. A pair of shoes are brought and shoved into one of the Parents or grandma’s face. If said party refuses to put them on, a tantrum is thrown. If they are put on, Zo will walk to the front door, and knock on it and turn very matter-of-factly and say “Tha-Tha?” If ignored, another tantrum would be thrown.
Balla – Meaning Bottle. This would refer to both the milk and water bottles. However, in recent times, milk bottles have been referred to as “Duddu”
Duddu – Refer above
Baal – Very ghaati version of “Ball” or anything round, or circular. Sometimes even egg-shaped objects
NoNo– An aggressive NO. Also, the nose.
Manti – Meaning monkey. On TV, or her toy. Either way, we know the word.
Namate – Meaning Namaste, uttered once, but will still be added to the list for show off purposes.
There are various other sounds and noises, but considering their meanings are way too debatable, one might choose to refrain from quoting or decoding them.
Now that all this is known to you, you’re welcome to have conversations with the little one anytime.
Moving on. Zo is a person now. A real person. With likes, wants, and a real functioning mind which tells her what should be done. For example, she still loves putting all and sundry objects in her mouth, the tinier and dirtier, the better. This is nothing new. But now when she does it, if we show that we’ve seen it, she sprints away into corners only accessible to her, bad thing in mouth, knowing very well we would find her and extract it. If we do not note it, she takes the pain of coming to us, opening her mouth to show the object, and then dashing. That says something about her brain, evil, but genius.
Also, she seems to know very well about the little things she is not supposed to do. So when she, let’s say, is trying to pull some wires, or chew a chord, she first goes to it, turns to us, and says an emphatic NO. No, No, No, No, No, and then carries on with the job on hand. She’s f focused like that.
She’s also become Mumma’s baby <touchwood>. I guess all those stories and cliches about how a mother is always a mother, stand true. Till she turned one, I really believed it had to do with the fact that I was her snack bar, vending machine if you may. But it’s been a while now, and well, guess what, I’m still up there, right on top. *Grin*
Zo now understands affection too. She will provide you with kisses on demand in most cases. What is super awesome is that every time she concedes to the kiss request, she places a corresponding one on Mumma’s cheek too. Yep, just like that, voluntarily. Much to her father’s disdain. And the next hour is spent by Mumma floating around on cloud 9.
We also play our version of hide and seek, called “Where is Mumma?” The “where” is to be dragged for 3 seconds. Anyhow, this involves the 30 year old Mumma prancing around like a kid and hiding in the random spots in the house. Zo then has to search for Mumma, which she does, very well, and then runs into Mumma’s arms for a hug. Then Mumma detaches herself from Zo, and prances to the next hiding spot. This continues till Mumma’s body reminds her of it’s 30 year old existence, and refuses to move.
Zo is also an “orderliness” freak. Let me explain. She loves arranging stuff. However, what, and where are none of her concerns. So it is very possible that you wake up one fine morning and turn your head to see three pairs of your shoes, and one of Zo’s, lined up neatly next to your face. That kind of order. Surprisingly, when it comes to toys, she is very clear that things that can be dismantled need to be maintained in the simplest form possible. She will put in a lot of effort to break them, and if she fails, when she cries until you do it for her. So much so that she will then put it together, or ask you to, just to break it up again.The girl’s all about the journey as against the destination.
I am thinking hard of what other Zo updates I need to note here. You see, with age, the brain gets lazier, and I am certainly incapable of doing a monthly update while running behind the little hurricane, bowl of food in hand. So these spurts are all I can handle.
I started this post yesterday while waiting for the husband to pick me up and am now finishing it on a beautiful Friday afternoon. That fact has added a little bit of exoticism to this otherwise Zokipedia update. Not that my little Zo is not exotic. She is. Very.
And so are you, for reading it. Go be happy about that compliment. I will go back to enjoying my Friday.