Welcome,
We enjoy spud and bug and thought a few of you might not mind a few updates.
Spud turned two on Friday and is very proud of herself. She knew it was her birthday and liked having everyone wish her happy birthday and ask her how old she is. "Twooo."Masee's presents were a big hit -- the bubbles and cozy coupe car evoked shrieks of joy and much yelling of "mine!" and "another present." Quick study, that little monkey. Bug was also a good big brother and gave her a toy car.
R is all about volcanos and we answered a million questions about lava and eruptions all day long. This was the result of a 30-45 minute fascination with Youtube videos of volcano eruptions. This included discussions of different kinds of lava (the crumbly kind or the pancake batter kind); different kind of eruptions (ash or lava). K gave R a model volcano which was a big hit.
Today was a busy day with "steamroller class" and swimming class. Both R and K enjoyed swimming. K has been a little more timid in the water. She warms up and splashes around but is a little unsure in the beginning. R is getting braver and more confident. He stood on the edge and jumped in, touching bottom, and coming to the top, all with minimum help. He is very proud of himself.
Both were tired today. But bedtime is an opportunity for R to ask all the questions that are milling around in his head. They pour out in a flood. Today the topic was getting old and dying. The conversation went something like this.
R: "I always want to be a kid. I never want to grow up."
J: "You will be a kid for a long time. So you do not have to worry."
R: "I want to be this same age and have this same face forever."
J: "You will be a kid for a long time, say another 16 years."
R: "Mommy will you be alive when I am alive. Can you stay alive a long time, mom?"
J: "I will do my best, kiddo."
R: "How long will you live mommy?"
J: "If I'm lucky, 50 years"
R: "No mommy that is not long enough."
J: "How about 55?"
R: "That's good. But I want to stay my same age."
J: "But good things happen as you get older -- when you are five you can learn to ride a bike,
and swim. And you can have a sleepover with your friends."
R: "I want Ezra to sleepover when I am five. Mommy can he come and spend the night. That will be so much fun. I will ask him. I think he will say yes."
R: "Mommy, when you leave, I read books. When you go, can I read more books? Don't say no, Mommy."
R: "Good night mommy, I am going to read now."
A few minutes later...
R: "I am scared."
Daddy reassures him.
A few minutes later...
R: "I am sweaty."
Ru: "I will open the door but remember to be quiet because K is sleeping."
R: "Ok daddy."
quiet... finally
2 comments:
Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedules to start a blog for us. Its very exciting!
It was very fun to watch Ms K open her presents, I’ve never heard her shriek for like that before (at least not from joy).
I guess we’ll have to read up on volcanoes to hold a sophisticated conversation w/rohan.
We’ll have to take pics at the Science Museum’s Star Wars exhibit for Rocky mama.
I am glad that you created a blog. I feel like I a am in 21st century.
Was so happy to read a conversation between a mother and a 4 year old son. R's questions and his curiosity needs very inteligent answers.Jigna you answered them very well.I think R thinks that if you grow old, you die and may be thats why he does not want to grow and like to be same as he is.
His interest in valcenos is very good. Different topics will make him curious to know about them more and thus will increase his knowledge.
About K's bleeding Mom and I are worried as we must know why she got bleeding. Few months back Kalpu's husband Pradip had a severe bleeding from his nose which did not stop for quite some time. They had to call 911 and take him to emergency and then hospitalized where they found it out he had a very high BP. High BP can do this. So please check this with her doctor.
Were glad to see the pictures. Please continue writing like this and please keep sending current pictures.
Hi to Ruskin.
With Love.
Dad
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