In two months from now, ickle Zo will turn two. Does it seem like a big deal to you? Does it? Because it is.
Which is also why I decided to finally do a zopdate, instead of telling you all about the other interesting things that currently rule my life. Like potholed roads, and never-ending rains, and extreme peace and quiet, and a lack of routine, and bad eating and no work-out, and potholed roads. Also, I am very worried that if I do not keep up my promise of giving regular zopdates, you’ll stop reading me. And that will make me sad.
So what has Zo been upto? Other than being a regular almost 2 year old? I would say nothing much. Or I could say a lot, only I am not too sure what regular two year olds are supposed to be like.
I only know my Zo. And she is an adorable kid. If you ask me how adorable, I can just say remember what an adorable little baby she was, she is just as adorable and a 100 times that. You might brush my observation off by saying that I am being a typical, moon-eyed, my-baby-bestest mother, who is saying this because her two year old isn’t currently clambering all over her and in general for attention, but to that I say, genius. You’re pure genius, and absolutely right.
Zo is a clever little thing. And also dangerous. I realised this when I hit my head against something and said ‘Oh’ and then stopped myself from saying the next word, and she calmly completed the sentence for me. Twice. Basically, she’s made mummy mind her tongue ever since.
That was some months ago. Currently, Zo has upgraded herself to breaking stuff, or picking up broken stuff, walking to the clueless Dude, shaking her index finger at him and saying “Why ARE you broke it Papa? Timeout.” And yes, her grammar finick (not Nazi) mother loves every bit of it. Oh, just to add to the scenario, if said Papa makes a sad face, she will fix things by saying ” Ok, come here, sit” and pat him on the head with a sombre “Good Boy”. Yes people, that is Zo version latest for you.
Apart from that there are endless rounds of singing. Now she sings, which is good. But then after a line she wants Mommy to sing. “Hat Song”, she says, while her mommy starts her rendition of “Red hat, red hat, sister’s wearing a red hat”, the ‘next’ button is pressed. “Hat song nai, balloon song”. And then mummy starts “Red Red balloon”. The change requests keep coming in, and in case you are wondering, these are real songs.
Which doesn’t mean these are the only songs, there are random requests for Bangle song, cat song, fan song, and while in a non-exhausted creative hour, Mummy might actually make a song (yes, music AND lyrics, sensible lyrics), other times we do Ctrl+H. All of it works.
Zo knows her new ‘dresses’ now. God forbid if mommy’s wearing a new ‘dress’ and she isn’t, there will be a huge ‘Zo noo drech chaiyye” fit, until we get her into a new dress, or wrap her in any cloth she hasn’t seen before. She also will wear a pony only if mummy does, wear a jacket only if mommy does, and wear her hoodie when mommy wears a helmet. Which is cool, because mommy is flattered.
Which brings us to out scooter rides. So for 2 months now, I am Zo’s official pick up from daycare. And for the last two weeks, her drop also. And we have our little scooter rides, where we do singing sessions throughout. Fun stuff. Up until we reach home and Zo wants ‘Godi’, so mommy does a super woman, by godiing the brat, while putting the helmet back, picking up the laptop and her day care bag, and walking to the lift. But I am cool like that, superwoman, like I said.
Zo loves her ‘cool’, touchwood (this ‘cool’ has no connection whatsoever to the ‘cools’ in the earlier para, this is Zo’s version of school. If you already guessed, skip ahead and read the rest!). Except on weekends when there is no ‘cool’ and Zo is Zo, so ” Cool jaanna hai”, which means Mummy and Papa have to think of new ways to entertain her. Her mode of communication is pretty much English and Hindi, which is what we had anticipated anyway, except sometimes she suddenly says ‘ naadi’ which is telugu for ‘mine’ but I am thinking that is one word she will learn in all languages just to make sure that no one touches her stuff.
Zo has her phases just like we all do. So while at times she is busy with her renditions of “Happy face”, “Sad face”, “Angry face”, Scared face”, “Shocked face” and most recently “Dirty face” (you scrunch your nose and say an exagerated ‘Eeeyew’, yep, like mommy), at other times she is rolling on the floor, bawling away, her face red, while we stand and stare, clueless about what ticked her off or what could fix it. The latter is as tough to handle as the former is aww-inducing, and so we have phases too, ranging from mush-filled grins to ‘Oh My God why is this happening to me’.
But mostly, I am filled with a sense of wonderment, as to how this itty bitty thing, that I have had for close to two years now, is a whole person now. How all of this that we see, actually makes her up. The angry, the funny, the happy, the sad, the tantrums, the crying, the singing, the dancing, the hugs and kisses, the rolling on the floor and the pushes. That’s what makes our little Zo up. It’s all her, all of it. And by that equation, it is all mine.
And how can anything that’s mine be short of awesome? It isn’t. And in this case, it is even better.