Jambav Parenting Blogs! http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php Jambav Parenting Blogs en-US http://backend.userland.com/rss 60 Food-iosyncrasies! Tue, 17 Jun 2008 07:25:31 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4053@http://blogs.jambav.com Akank is not a foodie. She is not enthusiastic about trying out new dishes or recipes however exotic it looks or sounds. She largely depends on her sense of smell to decide whether she likes the dish or not. Her staple breakfast food has been a bowl of cornflakes ( not flavoured or sweetened- fruit, honey or choco but regular natural cornflakes)with a few pieces of banana, raisins and cold milk. At best she will try a different fruit topping like apple. At home when the rest of us have oats for breakfast, Akank took a dislike to the name. Till two days back she refused to try it in any disguised format. Her loyalities switched from her favourite brand of Cornflakes to my favourite brand of Oats since two days:-) She was busy with a game when I slyly fed her a spoonful of Oats and expected her to choke on it. She made a face at first. Then she realized that it involved lesser chewing and therefore would be easier to consume on busy school mornings. She has decided to eat Oats on school - mornings and cornflakes on weekends. Since we are discussing food, here is another trivia on Akanks " food-iosyncrasies "!! Guess what Akank calls mustard seeds that she finds in the food? ( And we in the South of India use a lot of mustard in our dishes!) " The hard parts of the Ants " :-)
Her loyalities switched from her favourite brand of Cornflakes to my favourite brand of Oats since two days:-) She was busy with a game when I slyly fed her a spoonful of Oats and expected her to choke on it. She made a face at first. Then she realized that it involved lesser chewing and therefore would be easier to consume on busy school mornings. She has decided to eat Oats on school - mornings and cornflakes on weekends.

Since we are discussing food, here is another trivia on Akanks " food-iosyncrasies "!!

Guess what Akank calls mustard seeds that she finds in the food? ( And we in the South of India use a lot of mustard in our dishes!) " The hard parts of the Ants " :-)

Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4053&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments My New Blog Sat, 10 May 2008 00:22:02 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4047@http://blogs.jambav.com This is to announce that I have opened a new blog. A spot to store my teachings and ideas. Over here you will be able to search for specific subject matter eg. speech, activities, art, maths, writing...... However this blog do not have sufficient information as yet as I have only just started writing/uploading the ideas. Please continue to visit for new ideas and information. This blog serves as a teaching aide site and is not  a therapy or a counselling site. You are required to seek professional medical advice, therapy and Early Intervention help for complete and official diagnosis. Enjoy the series : Daily Antidote This is to announce that I have opened a new blog. A spot to store my teachings and ideas. Over here you will be able to search for specific subject matter eg. speech, activities, art, maths, writing......

However this blog do not have sufficient information as yet as I have only just started writing/uploading the ideas. Please continue to visit for new ideas and information. This blog serves as a teaching aide site and is not  a therapy or a counselling site. You are required to seek professional medical advice, therapy and Early Intervention help for complete and official diagnosis.

Enjoy the series :

Daily Antidote



Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4047&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Heart beat! Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:34:47 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4032@http://blogs.jambav.com This morning Niyati wanted to know if I had a heart. (This may be a result of learning parts of the body at school). She wanted to feel my heart beating and then wanted me to feel her’s. After this little ceremony she wondered why her heart was beating faster than mine. Before I could gather my wits and provide an explanation that would satisfy her curious mind, she came up with an incredible answer to her own question… she said, “Ma my heart is new so it’s beating faster. Yours is older and so it’s slow”!! Couldn’t have said it better myself! This morning Niyati wanted to know if I had a heart. (This may be a result of learning parts of the body at school). She wanted to feel my heart beating and then wanted me to feel her’s. After this little ceremony she wondered why her heart was beating faster than mine. Before I could gather my wits and provide an explanation that would satisfy her curious mind, she came up with an incredible answer to her own question… she said, “Ma my heart is new so it’s beating faster. Yours is older and so it’s slow”!!
Couldn’t have said it better myself!


Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4032&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Demoralized about Moralities.. Mon, 10 Mar 2008 04:33:12 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4027@http://blogs.jambav.com In an earlier blog-post, I was mentioning about deterioration of moral standards in general.  I was not just being pessimistic, or quoting myths from out of thin air.  But, I cannot turn a blind eye to what is happening around me which leads to the irresistible and irrefutable conclusion that everything is not alright. During my early morning walks, the first thing I encounter would be sand theft from near a public park.  The modus operandi was to empty a portion of the fully laden sand from a lorry near the park and deliver the balance to the consumer as full load.  For every such four loads, one load of sand is made, the sale proceeds of which goes to the coffers of the loading staff and truck driver. A little distance  away, one would find a cab driver engaged in petrol theft from the tourist taxi in his custody, with the help of a hose pipe, emptying the petrol from the tank in the car to a container without the knowledge of the owner of the cab.  He thus makes some bucks by cheating the owner of the cab.  If you go further down, you will come across the driver of a milk van committing theft of milk in a bottle.  After supplying milk to the self-vending milk booth from the tanker, whatever little remaining in the hose pipe is collected in a bottle and sold by the driver to gain some extra bucks. Let us ignore all the above and proceed further, though.  And what do you see? You would find theft of bricks!  The loaders while loading bricks from the kiln, deliberately load some extra bricks discreetly.  After delivery at the consumer's site, the extra available bricks will be sold to a firewood depot for half of its price, unduly benefiting both the loaders and the firewood depot owner in that process, at a direct loss to the kiln owner and consumer.  The resultant spoils are shared between the loaders and the driver. The above are almost an everyday early morning spectacle.  They will set any right-thinking man to ponder where our society is headed! There is of course a minuscule minority who are die-hard honest among these unscrupulous. My friend and I were, busy at our office with our work and hence unable to stir out, requested a rustic gardener to fetch some snacks and tea from a nearby restaurant, as our own attendant was not readily available.  He complied with our request.  We offered him some tips.  He flatly refused to receive it saying that it is his duty to go on an errand and he cannot accept tips for that; though it was not part of his job at all!  He stood tall in the crowd in our estimation. Mr.Narayanamurthy of Infosys has recalled an incident in the course of an interview to the press wherein he said that in a village in Tanjore District (where he was attending a function) he saw a poor, fragile and aged person.  On independent enquiry he found out that he had nobody to support him at his advanced age and he was eking out his livelihood by conducting religious rites in the houses of Brahmins.  Taking pity, Mr.Murthy offered financial help to him to alleviate his poverty.  He gently refused to accept it saying that he is happy with what he has and he needs no more than what he earns.  Mr.Murthy, a kind-hearted man, was touched and appreciated his self-pride and had all admiration for his simplicity and contentment.  For my wife, the panacea for all ills is to write Ramajayam mantra. (That would not come as any news to you, if you had been reading my blog, particularly the last two posts!) She has been writing this mantra right from her childhood.  She has a suitcase full of note books with the mantra written by her. Before her marriage, her prayer was to get a good husband.  I only hope what she got fits her bill!  After marriage, she continued to write for the welfare of our children and for the betterment of my official career, everyday for nearly six hours a day.  Nowadays, she stopped it, probably because she  thinks she has accomplished all her aspirations or because she has no time for it, as she spends almost six hours a day before the T.V. worrying about the characters in the serials as to what is going to happen to them in the next episode etc! If this is not a degradation, then what else? If at all you attribute  this fall in value to any one cause, I would say it is the effect or result of clamping of Emergency on our country by Prime Minister Mrs. Indra Gandhi to save herself from being unseated in the wake of adverse judgment by Allahabad High Court in the Election Petition filed by Mr.Raj Narayan.  That, in my opinion, set the tone for the downfall of values. In Tamil Nadu, we find poor people literally dying for the freebies handed out by our Government. Is it not good economics  to teach the poor how to fish rather than giving them fish, free of cost? Besides, this amounts to insulting the self-respect of the individuals.  In the olden days, the common belief was:-             "If wealth is lost, nothing is lost;             If health is lost, something is lost: and             If character is lost, everything is lost." It was said "All is fair in love and war".  This dictum appears to have engulfed all spheres of activities these days... :-( Looking for images to decorate this blogpost with, I found this one, that seemed so appropriate, though from a different religion from mine. That, exactly, is the problem with the current generation. They know the rules, but they want exceptions to each of them too! :-(


In an earlier blog-post, I was mentioning about deterioration of moral standards in general.  I was not just being pessimistic, or quoting myths from out of thin air.  But, I cannot turn a blind eye to what is happening around me which leads to the irresistible and irrefutable conclusion that everything is not alright.

During my early morning walks, the first thing I encounter would be sand theft from near a public park.  The modus operandi was to empty a portion of the fully laden sand from a lorry near the park and deliver the balance to the consumer as full load.  For every such four loads, one load of sand is made, the sale proceeds of which goes to the coffers of the loading staff and truck driver.

A little distance  away, one would find a cab driver engaged in petrol theft from the tourist taxi in his custody, with the help of a hose pipe, emptying the petrol from the tank in the car to a container without the knowledge of the owner of the cab.  He thus makes some bucks by cheating the owner of the cab. 

If you go further down, you will come across the driver of a milk van committing theft of milk in a bottle.  After supplying milk to the self-vending milk booth from the tanker, whatever little remaining in the hose pipe is collected in a bottle and sold by the driver to gain some extra bucks.

Let us ignore all the above and proceed further, though.  And what do you see? You would find theft of bricks!  The loaders while loading bricks from the kiln, deliberately load some extra bricks discreetly.  After delivery at the consumer's site, the extra available bricks will be sold to a firewood depot for half of its price, unduly benefiting both the loaders and the firewood depot owner in that process, at a direct loss to the kiln owner and consumer.  The resultant spoils are shared between the loaders and the driver.

The above are almost an everyday early morning spectacle.  They will set any right-thinking man to ponder where our society is headed!

There is of course a minuscule minority who are die-hard honest among these unscrupulous. My friend and I were, busy at our office with our work and hence unable to stir out, requested a rustic gardener to fetch some snacks and tea from a nearby restaurant, as our own attendant was not readily available.  He complied with our request.  We offered him some tips.  He flatly refused to receive it saying that it is his duty to go on an errand and he cannot accept tips for that; though it was not part of his job at all!  He stood tall in the crowd in our estimation.

Mr.Narayanamurthy of Infosys has recalled an incident in the course of an interview to the press wherein he said that in a village in Tanjore District (where he was attending a function) he saw a poor, fragile and aged person.  On independent enquiry he found out that he had nobody to support him at his advanced age and he was eking out his livelihood by conducting religious rites in the houses of Brahmins.  Taking pity, Mr.Murthy offered financial help to him to alleviate his poverty.  He gently refused to accept it saying that he is happy with what he has and he needs no more than what he earns.  Mr.Murthy, a kind-hearted man, was touched and appreciated his self-pride and had all admiration for his simplicity and contentment. 

For my wife, the panacea for all ills is to write Ramajayam mantra. (That would not come as any news to you, if you had been reading my blog, particularly the last two posts!) She has been writing this mantra right from her childhood.  She has a suitcase full of note books with the mantra written by her. Before her marriage, her prayer was to get a good husband.  I only hope what she got fits her bill!  After marriage, she continued to write for the welfare of our children and for the betterment of my official career, everyday for nearly six hours a day.  Nowadays, she stopped it, probably because she  thinks she has accomplished all her aspirations or because she has no time for it, as she spends almost six hours a day before the T.V. worrying about the characters in the serials as to what is going to happen to them in the next episode etc!

If this is not a degradation, then what else?

If at all you attribute  this fall in value to any one cause, I would say it is the effect or result of clamping of Emergency on our country by Prime Minister Mrs. Indra Gandhi to save herself from being unseated in the wake of adverse judgment by Allahabad High Court in the Election Petition filed by Mr.Raj Narayan.  That, in my opinion, set the tone for the downfall of values.

In Tamil Nadu, we find poor people literally dying for the freebies handed out by our Government. Is it not good economics  to teach the poor how to fish rather than giving them fish, free of cost? Besides, this amounts to insulting the self-respect of the individuals. 

In the olden days, the common belief was:- 
           "If wealth is lost, nothing is lost;
            If health is lost, something is lost: and
            If character is lost, everything is lost."

It was said "All is fair in love and war".  This dictum appears to have engulfed all spheres of activities these days... :-(

Looking for images to decorate this blogpost with, I found this one, that seemed so appropriate, though from a different religion from mine.
That, exactly, is the problem with the current generation. They know the rules, but they want exceptions to each of them too! :-(



Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4027&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Portrait of Dad, the monster Fri, 07 Mar 2008 13:55:20 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4026@http://blogs.jambav.com S1 (the six-year-old) has been going to an art class for the past few weeks. This is a picture he drew with oil pastels when learning how to draw a face: A couple of folks have, unprompted, asked if it was me. So, he now claims it is a picture of me, mustache, glasses and all. Even the green hair could be arranged, I suppose. This one is one of my favorites. S1 says it's a picture of some monsters fighting: His pictures all have monsters in them. I have the sneaking suspicion that he must have started out his portrait aiming to draw a monster, only it turned out to look like me!

S1 (the six-year-old) has been going to an art class for the past few weeks. This is a picture he drew with oil pastels when learning how to draw a face:
A couple of folks have, unprompted, asked if it was me. So, he now claims it is a picture of me, mustache, glasses and all. Even the green hair could be arranged, I suppose.

This one is one of my favorites. S1 says it's a picture of some monsters fighting: His pictures all have monsters in them. I have the sneaking suspicion that he must have started out his portrait aiming to draw a monster, only it turned out to look like me!



Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4026&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Never Give Up! Mon, 03 Mar 2008 07:49:49 +0000 Homepage Parenting 4024@http://blogs.jambav.com Here is a narration, which explains why one should never give up and how transformations can happen. One day I decided to quit...   I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see. I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But  just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in return. "As high as it can" I questioned. "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. Never give up.
One day I decided to quit...
 
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...
I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.
In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see.
I would not quit." He said.
"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.
Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But  just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong
and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots"
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."
"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."
"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"
"How high should I rise" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in return.
"As high as it can" I questioned.
"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
I left the forest and bring back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.
Never give up.

Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=4024&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Play Scholars Sun, 17 Feb 2008 22:43:19 +0000 Homepage Parenting 3993@http://blogs.jambav.com Patty and her friend Marianne loved to play with their dolls. Patty  would make a doll house out of a cardboard box and pretend it was a fancy house with decorations. Marianne liked to play with her babies. She wrapped them in thin brown papertowels. "See, these are soft and my babies love them," she told me. Patty ignored her friend. She sat her dolls in the cardboard box. The dolls wore old clothes but Patty didn't care. Marianne tried to dress Patty's dolls but Patty wouldn't have it. When I observed Patty and Marianne they were seven. Their parents knew one another from work. Patty's mother was thrilled that someone would play with her daughter. "Patty has autism and few friends. Her teachers don't get it. They think she is not capable." Patty's mom was impatient. She knew Patty had abilities and talents. She was tired of the teachers telling her what Patty couldn't do. The new friendship between Patty and Marianne thrilled her. "They are really friends," the mother told me. I watched the friends. They knew how to play together and they did it so well. Play scholars.     Patty and her friend Marianne loved to play with their dolls. Patty  would make a doll house out of a cardboard box and pretend it was a fancy house with decorations. Marianne liked to play with her babies. She wrapped them in thin brown papertowels.

"See, these are soft and my babies love them," she told me.

Patty ignored her friend. She sat her dolls in the cardboard box. The dolls wore old clothes but Patty didn't care. Marianne tried to dress Patty's dolls but Patty wouldn't have it.

When I observed Patty and Marianne they were seven. Their parents knew one another from work. Patty's mother was thrilled that someone would play with her daughter.

"Patty has autism and few friends. Her teachers don't get it. They think she is not capable."

Patty's mom was impatient. She knew Patty had abilities and talents. She was tired of the teachers telling her what Patty couldn't do.

The new friendship between Patty and Marianne thrilled her.

"They are really friends," the mother told me.

I watched the friends.

They knew how to play together and they did it so well.

Play scholars.

 

 



Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=3993&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments It is a marathon, not a sprint Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:15:01 +0000 Homepage Parenting 3990@http://blogs.jambav.com   This is a marathon, not to win, but to catch up to where my son should have been. As I look through the picture albums of his days prior to his regression, I think of how would be today. This whole marathon is to get to that point. As our focus is on steadily getting him back to health, I wrote about Cocktail Treatments in this article: http://www.ageofautism.com/2008/01/cocktail-treatm.html Where I left off was at my account of IVIG treatments. The benefits of IVIG seemed to saturate, at some point. The treatments still continue but we looked at other areas. We performed a detailed look at his GastroIntestinal System through a pill cam. The pill cam is an amazing device that is swallowed and it transmits pictures of the entire GI pathway. The results didnt look good. The small intestine qualified for the diagnosis of inflammatory bowel disease. We started a trial of Pentasa and Singulair. The Pentasa seems to aggravate symptoms of salicylates. However at a lower dose, the drugs do seem to help, he is making some progress. Another trial right now is Namenda, the alzhiemer's drug. It seems to be helping with memory, recall etc. He seems to recall events from his classes, what he ate for lunch etc. better. His current list of supplements in the morning is: an AM compound of vitamins and minerals from Pfeiffer Treatment center, 5HTP, Candex on an empty stomach, his antifungal rotation (one of Oregon Grape Root Extract, Kyolic, Biocidin, ...), homeopathic Aconitum Napellus, Calm Child drops and Seriphos. Midday he takes the cultured juice/kefir rotation, and E3Live. At the evening, he takes the PM compound from Pfeiffer, Phosphotidylserine, Black Currant oil, fish oil, cod liver oil, DMAE, Vit D3, Vit K2, Liver Life, CoQ10, Taurine and Coromega. At bedtime he gets an Epsom Salt Bath. His diet is a combination of Raw Food diet and Body Ecology Diet. He does not seem to tolerate any infraction. How is he doing now? Now I am able to take him to classes in the community. Art, ceramics, gym. He is able to work alongside typical peers. He is quiet, does not disrupt, and he does his work. Which is great, because it widens his opportunities. He also feels very competent when he does good work. He does not interact with the kids, and does not follow detailed instructions from the teacher, and I have to be with him to keep him on task. But with minimal support he functions quite well. I dont know where we are on this marathon, but I have a feeling that the next lap is going to take us outside the country!   

This is a marathon, not to win, but to catch up to where my son should have been. As I look through the picture albums of his days prior to his regression, I think of how would be today. This whole marathon is to get to that point.

As our focus is on steadily getting him back to health, I wrote about Cocktail Treatments in this article: http://www.ageofautism.com/2008/01/cocktail-treatm.html

Where I left off was at my account of IVIG treatments. The benefits of IVIG seemed to saturate, at some point. The treatments still continue but we looked at other areas. We performed a detailed look at his GastroIntestinal System through a pill cam. The pill cam is an amazing device that is swallowed and it transmits pictures of the entire GI pathway. The results didnt look good. The small intestine qualified for the diagnosis of inflammatory bowel disease.

We started a trial of Pentasa and Singulair. The Pentasa seems to aggravate symptoms of salicylates. However at a lower dose, the drugs do seem to help, he is making some progress.

Another trial right now is Namenda, the alzhiemer's drug. It seems to be helping with memory, recall etc. He seems to recall events from his classes, what he ate for lunch etc. better.

His current list of supplements in the morning is: an AM compound of vitamins and minerals from Pfeiffer Treatment center, 5HTP, Candex on an empty stomach, his antifungal rotation (one of Oregon Grape Root Extract, Kyolic, Biocidin, ...), homeopathic Aconitum Napellus, Calm Child drops and Seriphos.

Midday he takes the cultured juice/kefir rotation, and E3Live.

At the evening, he takes the PM compound from Pfeiffer, Phosphotidylserine, Black Currant oil, fish oil, cod liver oil, DMAE, Vit D3, Vit K2, Liver Life, CoQ10, Taurine and Coromega.

At bedtime he gets an Epsom Salt Bath. His diet is a combination of Raw Food diet and Body Ecology Diet. He does not seem to tolerate any infraction.

How is he doing now?

Now I am able to take him to classes in the community. Art, ceramics, gym. He is able to work alongside typical peers. He is quiet, does not disrupt, and he does his work. Which is great, because it widens his opportunities. He also feels very competent when he does good work. He does not interact with the kids, and does not follow detailed instructions from the teacher, and I have to be with him to keep him on task. But with minimal support he functions quite well.

I dont know where we are on this marathon, but I have a feeling that the next lap is going to take us outside the country! 



Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=3990&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments Season of Love Mon, 24 Dec 2007 06:30:29 +0000 Homepage Parenting Chennai India Kids Play Fun NEWS School 3959@http://blogs.jambav.com So it is holidays for Kids and as parents you will be thinking on where to take you kids. Here is one spot, I feel you kids shouldn't miss. Season of Love St. George’s Anglo Indian School (close to Pachayappa college) Poonamallee High Road Dates: from 20th of December 2007 and will be open for the next 7 days Timing: 10:00 AM - 9:00 PM What do you get to see? A 100 meter long cake, where they are planning to break the record. A 65 foot long Christmas Tree Apart from that you have 150 and odd stalls to keep your family busy. (toys, food and lots more) The best part would be that you are spending quality time and money for your family. BTW, here is are two cents if you want to commute. Don't think about taking your car, just pick up an auto rickshaw. You will save lot of time and energy. Do enjoy with your family.   Here is one spot, I feel you kids shouldn't miss.
Season of Love
St. George’s Anglo Indian School (close to Pachayappa college)
Poonamallee High Road

Dates: from 20th of December 2007 and will be open for the next 7 days
Timing: 10:00 AM - 9:00 PM

What do you get to see?
A 100 meter long cake, where they are planning to break the record.
A 65 foot long Christmas Tree
Apart from that you have 150 and odd stalls to keep your family busy. (toys, food and lots more)
The best part would be that you are spending quality time and money for your family.

BTW, here is are two cents if you want to commute. Don't think about taking your car, just pick up an auto rickshaw. You will save lot of time and energy.
Do enjoy with your family.


 


Written by a Jambav Parenting Blogger. For more, visit http://blogs.jambav.com]]> http://blogs.jambav.com/index.php?p=3959&c=1&tb=1&pb=1#comments I am happy! Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:09:37 +0000 Homepage Parenting 3956@http://blogs.jambav.com My predicament was correct! I nicknamed her "Twister" and she is proving me right time and again.  There is a lot to write and i guess I will just put all that I can recollect into this entry. I spent an afternoon with a good friend. We were meeting after a long time and after about an hour with Akshara and her activity, she asked, " How do you manage ? She is such a RIOT!!!"  I could not have thought of a better word to describe Akshara. ---------------------------***********--------------------------*************---------------------------****************----------------------------***************------------ A good friend, who is also Akshara's teacher at the play school, has a 2 year old son. The child is well behaved, more times that not, at least I have never seen him throw a tantrum or anything. My friend narrated that on a rare occasion that her son threw a tantrum, she (my friend) was exasperated and complained to her neighbour how difficult he was. Her neighbour simply said, " You find him difficult? Try keeping Akshara with you for a day, you'll know the difference!!" Mind you guys, I am not trying to tarnish my daughter's image here!!! I get a kick out of how some of my friends get tired just looking at her move at the pace that she does! ---------------------------*********************---------------------------------------------------*****************************---------------------------------------- One evening, a very cold evening - when it was time to retire for the day, Akshara was busy watching Baloo and Mougli sing "bare necessities......" in Jungle Book- I got into bed and snuggled against her. She snuggled up, put her tiny palm on my cheek and said "Amma, now I am Happy". I asked her "Who taught you that?"....she says..."you amma". Well, I did not...but whoever did............Thanks!             My predicament was correct! I nicknamed her "Twister" and she is proving me right time and again.  There is a lot to write and i guess I will just put all that I can recollect into this entry.

I spent an afternoon with a good friend. We were meeting after a long time and after about an hour with Akshara and her activity, she asked, " How do you manage ? She is such a RIOT!!!"  I could not have thought of a better word to describe Akshara.

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A good friend, who is also Akshara's teacher at the play school, has a 2 year old son. The child is well behaved, more times that not, at least I have never seen him throw a tantrum or anything. My friend narrated that on a rare occasion that her son threw a tantrum, she (my friend) was exasperated and complained to her neighbour how difficult he was.

Her neighbour simply said, " You find him difficult? Try keeping Akshara with you for a day, you'll know the difference!!"

Mind you guys, I am not trying to tarnish my daughter's image here!!! I get a kick out of how some of my friends get tired just looking at her move at the pace that she does!

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One evening, a very cold evening - when it was time to retire for the day, Akshara was busy watching Baloo and Mougli sing "bare necessities......" in Jungle Book- I got into bed and snuggled against her. She snuggled up, put her tiny palm on my cheek and said "Amma, now I am Happy".

I asked her "Who taught you that?"....she says..."you amma". Well, I did not...but whoever did............Thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

 



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