A New Beginning (Part 2)

Zipping past rush hour traffic, we manage to squeeze into a tight parking lot.  Getting off a feet away from the temple. 

Paaath.. Breaking the coconut to ward off any evil lined up against his prosperity,  we pray that Pogo be blessed with knowledge and intellect to prosper in live. 

Running back to the car,  we realised that Pogo had stained his new white t-shirt with kumkum.. (what was I thinking, seriously…!) I was rampaging through the bag looking for a spare T-shirt (oh..  So here is the ticket,  oh and my brush..  Damn here is the orientation card..  But where the hell is a t shirt) while GK rode through the morning traffic. 

Alas, we were destined to walk into the first day of school in stained T-shirt. 

Pogo was allocated the same room that he was interviewed at. Bless my stars, now we would have to find out if he would enter (read here). 

He did.  More so,  Pogo was one of the few who didn’t cry; answered questions that (future best) buddies and teachers asked. He also was playing with the toys left around for children to settle in.  

All in all, the best half hour of the six hour struggle. (Happy dance time…!) 

In parenting, however,  there is one thing you must never forget- most happy times are short-lived and are followed by (ear-scrreching) tantrums. 

Now,  who would have guessed that Pogo would refuse to walk out of school.  

Parenting 101: tantrums die down but pride lives on. My little munchkin has started school. 

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Nomads

After a year since we moved in, we just kind-of settled in our home; what with kicking out unwanted visitors (read here), getting things in place and trying to get my toddler to settle down (he still hasn’t). Life however, has different plans for us. Pogo has been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in Chennai, about 20 Kms from where I live..! (Read Here) Not that I am complaining, I would turn the world over to get admissions here, but the thought of moving and living out of carton boxes is giving me nightmares.

Life for the last few days has been hectic. Shifting home is a humongous task,add to it a toddler and a yet-to-grow-up helpful husband and an ailing mother. I must however credit my duty bound husband who spent every free minute of the last three months hunting for our perfect new home.

Now that we are here at our new home and have begun to unpack; (most items which we either do not need or are too lazy blind tech-impaired oblivious to its existence) we are rebuilding a new home – our home.

A new chapter in the making. Lets wait and watch as the exciting new life awaits us all.

 

Power of Choice (I-Day)

A fortnight of prepping pogo (and his father) has all been for this fateful day. Will they or wont they. Our fate awaits.

If submission of the application form sent me into a frenzy… then the day of the interview was a whole new ball game.. I was probably sleep walking or dazed or drugged or all at once.. b’cuz I have no idea how I reached the school and managed to get there with Pogo.

Always friendly by nature, Pogo refused to even enter the interview room (Whom am I kidding, I was scared to death, he just ran away). After a few (very long traumatizing) minutes, we (read I, while my darling husband had gone and conveniently settled down in the interview room) convinced Pogo to enter the room.

The interview was conducted in Pogo’s (fingers crossed) soon to be classroom. We were split into two groups – the parents and the child. While GK and I were asked to sit facing a teacher, (is it time to faint yet? ) Pogo was asked to sit on a child-friendly chair surrounded by books, colors, toys and puzzles.

Whilst sitting on his chair, Pogo was busy coloring and playing and refused to respond to any question. (Really dude? you bite my ear off with all the things you gotta say and now you play mute??!!) I jump onto the other section and join Pogo’s table as I nudge him to respond. “Wow Pogo, you are coloring beautifully, what color are you using” I say. Excited to have me at the table, Pogo goes on “This is puu (blue) color, this is olange (orange) color” and so on.

Happy that he has finally begun to respond, I  nudge him more to identify shapes and objects and colors. (Simultaneously uttering a million prayers to ever god that I can think of – hoping they don’t ask GK to identify anything – read here) Pogo responds correctly to most of my queries. (Happy dance time..!! well, no again..)

The teacher who was interviewing Pogo says “Well Pogo, you have your mother here with you, what is your mothers name” Oh damn.. the worst question she could have put forth to Pogo (read here). As expected, Pogo said “Pogo” In a rather loud voice, the teacher said, “Huh, your mother’s name is Pogo too” Pogo looked up, got upset and refused to do anything more.

Despite all my nudging, and the teacher’s repeated questioning of “Pogo, What’s your mother’s name” pogo didn’t budge. (Note to self – damn you, cant you stay off butting into his interview..!! he would have responded to generic questions anyway..!!!)

Finally, (I guess exhausted by the repetition) GK responded “Manasi”. Laughing, the teacher said, “Well, aren’t you an adamant little munchkin; since your father responded, he gets a pack of biscuits” and handed over a pack to GK which Pogo swiftly took.

Parenting 101: Butt-ing in causes more harm than good..!

P.S. Pogo got the admission.

Oh Deer Lord! (Prep Part 2)

We (read as me and me alone – dragging my silent partner & co-parent my darling hubby along) are prepping pogo for his school interview (which feels more like MY exam than that of anyone else’s).

Pogo has his quirks, well he is two (and a half) and he is supposed to. (read Pogo’s prepping quirks here). Prepping him is a task by itself but yesterday, all my dreams of guiding Pogo towards World Presidency twenty years later went straight to the drain. (or further below straight to hell..!)

Taking a break from the strenuous prepping sessions, Gk, Pogo and I went to visit a relative. There, we saw a few toys scattered around and pogo began playing with those. I was in the kitchen helping my aunt with the evening snacks.

Pogo was playing with a toy; loudly and clearly my adorable, darling husband says “Oh pogo, the lion says Roar” Pogo happy with his father’s (sudden, once-in-a-while)  involvement, immediately caught on to the name and kept repeating “Lion – Roar… Lion-Roar”

Unaware, I walk into the room with the snack tray only to be aghast! Pogo was playing with a cheetah toy.. merrily singing “Lion-Roar.. Lion- Roar”  (My week long animal identification training down the drain… controlling my now exploding anger,) I explain that it is a cheetah toy to both my lovable munchkin and darling husband.

“So what?”  exclaims GK, “they are all animals after all” while pogo continues to merrily (and now quiet irritably) chant “Lion – roar… lion- roar” with a cheetah toy.

Parenting 101: Try and try until someone else destroys it for you and then try again..!

The Prep Work

Oh thank the lord..! We got an interview call letter..! (I didn’t screw up.. happy dance time…!!) And then slowly the shock sets in, by interviewing Pogo, I as a parent would be put under the societal microscope for dissection.

As always, with shock comes panic and with panic comes the urgent need to do-something-about-it.

So, beating myself up for falling for the rat-race, I drag Pogo off his usual dose of TV and sit him down to prep him for the interview. Lets do a stock check –

  1. Pogo knows a couple of rhymes.. (flashback of all those tiresome nights when I lay exhausted while Pogo recalled every single damn rhyme he has ever heard…!! every damn single night..!!)
  2. Pogo knows his colors (yes, riding across the street whilst your toddler drags your handle bar across to show you a red car at the other end of the street is highly engaging)
  3. Pogo knows his shapes
  4. Pogo is extremely friendly (Yup, says the random woman I met at the local kirana store who was so sure of pogo’s school schedule – Is it time to be paranoid)

Growing up, we had this simple Q&A exercise, wherein changing one word of the question would give your answer (Example – Who was ABC’s best friend? Ans- Pogo was ABC’s best friend.) So I decide to prep Pogo with general questions that the school may throw at him.

Pogo completely lacks interest in this session. (Dude.. 15 years later when you are proud of your alma matter, I shall throw this evening up at you..!) Desperate to run away to his next toy, Pogo reluctantly responds to my questions.

Pogo baby, “What is your name” he says “Pogo.” (Mono syllable answers are fine with me. As long as I can get the response.) Pogo has caught on to the key word – name. Now, every other word I said to him and all the shenanigans that I did to garner his attention was lost.  Pogo baby “What is your mother’s name” I say with fingers pointed at me. “pogo” he say. Noooo my love, I am asking for mumma’s name. Mummy’s name is “Manasi” Now tell me again, what is mumma’s name. “Straight faced, he says “Pogo”.

Exhausted after 7 attempts to register my name in his little head, and failing, I let go. (maybe I should change my name to Pogo and say he is Pogo Jr – Always the easy way out huh..!)

Parenting 101: Exams have begun..! AGAIN..!

 

The First Project

Pogo has been going to a small play school at the end of our apartment complex for the last one year and he has got his first assignment.Almost a decade since MY last project, I sit down with a project in hand. Oh the joys of parenting..! (Yaawwnnn..!)

We are assigned “Parts of the Body” and upon completion, Pogo would have to identify the parts of the body.

As always, we missed the week long time that the school gave us (hanging my head in guilt as I feel the disapproving nod of the Perfect Moms). As the student snored away (thankfully), we ended up burning the mid night oil (we here refers to me-mostly and GK who joined towards the end to click pictures and keep me from sleeping). Armed with chart paper, crayons (or what Pogo has left behind) and scissors; snippets of paper strewn across the room as I snip-snap away to doing the project. IMG_0362.JPG

Though it looks weird (yes.. that’s a face.. No its not mine..!!), the project actually enables the child to remove the parts of the face (eyes, mouth, ears, hair – and hands-ya I know its not part of face – its the only other part I could draw) and re-attach them as a form of identification. (we used velcro to do that).

Most fun aspects of doing the project (well past midnight) was not that it rekindled the creativity (Don’t you judge me.. lets see you draw a straight line first) in me. It was how I was more focused on the little fishes on the boy’s underpants (sleep deprivation I guess), laughing about running out of ink and how my husband (who cant seal an envelope) was encouraging me to do better while struggling to keep his eyes open.

When we were done, we were laughing and throwing the small rolls of paper on each other till we were absolutely exhausted and ended up sleeping amidst the dump.

Parenting 101: Guess school projects (even average ones) are good bonding exercises too..

Bribed

Just image those tiny hands wrapped around you in a warm hug..!! I love it..! I am a sucker for hugs and kisses. Its an inborn trait and there is nothing I wish to do to change it. Now, God gave me Pogo, who is an especially a don’t-infringe-my-personal-space kinda kid (read HERE). So what do I do? I train him to give me a kiss/hug every time he needs something from me. (wink-wink)

Like, while playing, when he wants to borrow a toy from me, he would have to say “Mamma, I want the yellow car please” and then give me a hug followed by “thank you” when I hand it over to him. Everyone at home loved this little game. (Cuz everyone wanted a hug from Mr.I-am-too-cool-to-hug Pogo.)

All’s good when you are hugged and cuddled by your little munchkin. But then, the munchkin grows a loooonnnggg tail and behaves like the little naughty monkey that he is. One morning, my adorable lovable husband brought home chocolates (Do I look like i need any more sugar in me?) to celebrate our anniversary (Bcuz that’s the quickest he could grab on his way home) and little Pogo saw it.

Schools and birthdays take a toll on your dietary habits and Pogo LOVES his candies. (we have been trying to reduce his sugar intake at least at home)  Mr.Anton Ego (Read Here) who usually likes anything that is not-cooked by his mother immediately wanted a chocolate for himself.

So he located me in the other room, dragged me to the refrigerator, pointed at the chocolates and said “Mamma, I want chocolate please”. Horrified, I said “Pogo, those aren’t chocolate..!” (Who am I kidding, he knows every brand by the color of the wrapper). Sensing that I am taking him for a ride, Pogo immediately hugged me and says “Mamma, please, give pogo chocolate”

Melting at heart and holding on to my stern face (desperately trying to hide the smile that’s forming on my lips) I say “Pogo, Chocolates are not good, they’re spoilt, chi-chi, no to chocolates – okay?”

And Pogo drags me into a tighter hug, kisses my cheek and says “Mamma please” – head tilted to a side with a coy smile. And Alas..! Another battle lost.!

Cuteness overload is something that’s impossible to resist.

Parenting 101: When you teach your kid to be cute, he automatically learns when to be cute..