Interpretation.

This is how its done.

Atul Dada had come to see me and play with me today. He teaches me all new stuff, like tapping my hand on my mouth and saying 'Aaaaaa', rolling my fingers on my lips and doing 'Burrrrr'....

Today I surprised him a bit. He showed me the phone and said lets call Dadi, but then he realized it would be nap time, so he told me 'hair Dadi suti hondi', I promptly questioned 'Hna hna?'.
No one know how I related suti hondi too Hna hna, which means sleeping.

While eating food, Dad purposefully said 'Aao, jhami ghan' to see how I reacted to new words. I promptly asked 'Muum mum?'
No one knows how I related jhami ghan to Muum mum, which means having food.

Its magical.

Flying bottle.

Being a nice weather, dad like to leave the window open to let the cool rainy breeze come in.
But just then, dad forgot something can go out too...

Today, after my afternoon portion of milk I stepped to the window and thru out the bottle.
Luckily no one's head or car windscreen broke, nor did anyone yell (even if they did we wouldn't hear it at this height). Lol.

Maybe it's an indication that I will now drink from the glass, people read between the lines...

Grocery.

Did you know I love sitting in the baby seat on the shopping cart. I enjoy freely looking around and talking to mom n asking about all that surrounds us.

Yesterday while grocery shopping, I saw something that I recognise, an Apple. At a blink of an eye, I leaned forward, picked it up and bit into it.

Mom was shocked!
She quickly rushed to the weighing counter to price tag it before it reduces in size. But I wanted it now. I wanted it in my hand.

I made a whole seen for 10 minutes till I got it back, after the billing queue.

So what, everyone in the shop knows me now, and that's a good thing. :-)

Dada... Dadi... Nana... Nani.... Where are you???

The last week was a very eventful week for me. Not only did I make the best of it but I left back good memories in the minds of my grandparents.

Like most kids in India go to their grandparents during their vacation, my grandparents took a vacation to come and see me. Dada Dadi came from Muscat to play with me for 5 days, & Nana Nani came from Dubai to Bangalore, so that they can be close to me.

When Dada Dadi came home I surprised them by not only recognizing them but also addressing them by calling out Dada Dadi & also addressing fui as 'Habibi!' (darling).
I then showed off my toy collection:
My car which goes broom vroom...
The cycle, on which we go ba ba...
My meeio, which I hug and feed.
The collections of balls and my jumping and sleeping in them.
How I play bat ball and hit a 4 at all connects.

Apart from this, I love receiving new toys, rarely does one of them become part of my loved collection, rest are played with for an hour, discarded, broken & thrown...

During my trip to Bangalore, I was a nice boy in the flight but I missed fui's generous service, which I had received during my earlier flight from Muscat to Mumbai.
With Nana Nani we celebrated Mom's 30th birthday and had a blast. I had my first chocolate experience and I just could not get over it.
During one of the outdoor visits I happened to bang into a glass wall, so later Nani taught me to check if there is glass wall/door before I run fast into it. So then when even I would go out to the balcony I would first stick out my hand, take one small step at a time, keep saying 'glass... glass...' and walk towards it. If no glass I would run into the balcony, and then while coming back in the room,  I would first stick out my hand, take one small step at a time, keep saying 'glass... glass...' and walk towards it.

I miss you all. Dada... Dadi... Nana... Nani.... Where are you???