Beach Bum - 2

Watched 'Koffee With Karan' yesterday. I watch the show regularly, and I must say last week's guest, Rakhi Sawant, a relative new-comer to the show-biz world, from what I understand, was more entertaining than any of the other so-called celebrities he usually interviews.

Anyway, on a different note, my little darling has gone off on a two-day trip to some beach south of Goa. No doubt she’ll have a great time there with her cousins. And how she loves the water! In the shower, she doesn’t like the water getting into her face, but she has no problems getting doused by the waves. Talk about a beach bum!

Help!

Have you ever been locked up in a room by a two year old? Well, I have. About a month ago. By my own daughter.

I had gone into the bedroom and shut the door in order to reach for my clothes hanging behind. The little imp came along and I guess she couldn't resist the temptation. She's seen us bolt doors so she must've thought, "Now's a good time as any... Daddy's not here, Mummy's on the other side of the door so she can't do anything to me.... 'Less' do it!"

Initially, I wasn't too alarmed. I figured she'd be able to un-bolt the door on her own. But unfortunately, she didn't have the strength for that. She panicked and started crying. I ran out to the verandah and called out to the neighbors but they couldn't hear me. I felt like crying too -- out of frustration because I needed to get to my Italian meeting. I even managed to get her to bring her plastic stool, put it down near the door, stand on it and try to undo the latch, but it didn't help.

So there I was, alternating between standing in the verandah shouting out for help and trying to calm li'l one down and get her to open the door. My frustration soon gave way to anger. I started pounding on the door -- partly because I was so mad and partly because I was hoping the latch would somehow loosen and she'd be able to undo it. No luck. All that banging on the door only frightened her further.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of shouting our immediate neighbor heard me and came out to see what all the noise was about. Fortunately Mario was at the guest house (two buildings away). I explained the situation to the neighbor and asked her to go call Mario.

By the time he opened the front door, li'l one was sobbing hysterically and kept apologizing over and over again. I don't think she's going to fiddle around with any of the bolts any time soon.

First ‘Sensible’ Conversation

My internet connection wasn't working for a few days, hence the lack of activity on this blog...

In any case, nothing interesting to blog about... just the usual... caught up with some housework... got some paperwork done... took li'l one out cycling.. she fell down a couple of times and grazed her cheek and knees... took her out to play cricket with the boys... Last night, however, she was in a rather naughty mood. Read on...

(It's bedtime. Li'l one, as usual, is trying to stay awake as late as possible.)

Me: OK now... close your eyes and go to sleep.

Li'l one: Put on light. Can't find 'tebby' bear.

Me: It's right here. Now, close your eyes.

Li'l one: Baby finished milk. Get 'thocolate'?

Me: No. You didn't finish your dinner. Will you close your eyes and go to sleep?

Li'l one: OK. Goo-night Tana.

Me: Goodnight, darling.

(Li'l one starts tossing and turning and wriggling around on the bed. Finally ends up lying across my face)

Me: Will you take your bum off my face?

Li'l one (giggling): Smell it!

Me: OK... Enough now. close your eyes and go to sleep.

Li'l one: Ooh.. can't do it. Can't do it. Eyes not working...

(A little later)

Li'l one: Daddy flass asleep?

Me: Yes.

Li'l one: Tickle him???

Circolo Italiano, Goa - 2

Sorry for the long break. Like I said earlier, I've been busy with the inauguration of our new Italian club.

Mario and I had done a basic course in Italian a few years ago, and this year the students along with some of the past students took the initiative of forming this club called 'Circolo Italiano, Goa' with the objective of keeping in touch with the language and promoting Italian culture, art, cuisine, etc...

We plan on meeting maybe once a month, if not more frequently, just to get together to practise the language, maybe watch a movie (in Italian, of course), even organize an authentic Italian lunch/dinner now and then.

We had the formal inauguration on Friday, March 16. I've uploaded an album on my Yahoo! Groups site, so go check it out! Ciao!

Circolo Italiano, Goa - 1

Sorry, but I've been extremely this past week. Haven't had time to blog. Found a couple of minutes now... We're having the inauguration of our Italian club, 'Circolo Italiano, Goa' on the 16th of March. As the secretary of the club, I've been busy getting the invitation cards printed, the ID cards printed and laminated, memberships confirmed, etc.. etc... Will keep you posted on that. I've put up li'l one's birthday photos on my Yahoo! Groups page. So check them out there. Ciao!

Beach Bum - 1

Took li'l one to the beach today. How she loves the water! She's not afraid at all. In fact, she looks forward to the bigger waves. You should hear her giggle when she gets knocked down.

When we got back home, I told Mario to wash his feet first, before doing anything else, and, as was to be expected, he goofed up. So I started grumbling at him for getting water all over the floor.

Li'l one was standing behind us, listening to everything that was going on. Then, when I was almost done with my tirade, she looks at Mario and says 'ass'.

That was it. Both of us burst out laughing. She was happily grinning at us and decided to take advantage of the situation. She looked at Mario again and said 'asshole'.

But that was taking it too far, so she got a scolding, but only a half-hearted one 'coz we were still in splits.

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Found out recently that one of her current favorite songs is "Dhoom Mathale"!!!

Lost

OK... So it's been two days without li'l one and I'm beginning to feel miserable. She went to her grandparents' two days ago and she's having such a good time there, she doesn't want to come back. They tried to bring her back yesterday but she refused. So I've decided to go there tomorrow and bring back one way or another.

It's funny -- when she's around she makes such a 'nuisance' of herself, gets in the way all the time and doesn't let me get any work done. But when she goes off I miss her dreadfully. Yesterday wasn't too bad. In fact, I welcomed the peace and quiet. I was able to get some housework, etc. done. Today was a bit too peaceful. Kept thinking about her, wondering what she was up to, staring at the wallpaper (the computer, I've got her picture there... don't worry, I'm not going nuts), missing all the mad thing she does... It doesn't feel very nice when your own daughter doesn't want to come back home!

Played badminton today after a long, long break. The exercise felt good. Let's hope it becomes more regular. BTW, I think I've put on some more weight. I really have to start working out. But first, let me finish all the chocolate and cake that's in the refrigerator...!