Vishamakaara kaNNan

This post is exclusively about the vishamams that Chittu does

We have an old traditional yet sturdy wooden computer table at home. It has a wooden keyboard tray and 3 draws. Chittu is tall enough to take everything from the keyboard tray and throw them off. She knows to open all 3 draws and K paati is all eyes once she goes near the table out of the fear that she would either scatter the things away / hurt her fingers by keeping them inside & closing the draw. The keyboard tray is clean to a certain extent until her hand reaches out.

Our TV table has two shelves below to keep the DVD player and speakers, etc. It has a double door glass cover which can be pushed to hit a magnet to open or close. Chittu is a master of that act and kept opening the door and meddling with player. One day (16^th Oct 2011 – I had the photo J) she removed every other thing except the player from those shelves, crawled inside and had great fun much to the amusement of herself and for us. At one stage she was frequently opening the door, like more than 100 times a day and it was becoming uncontrollable that we decided to stop watching DVD and turned the table the other side which was closed completely but for the hole for the wires to enter. She tried a lot putting her hand inside the hole, but couldn’t do anything. Now after a couple of months, she has forgotten (or mature enough? ;)) about the door opening, that we have turned it back to normal form

As for dressing table doors are concerned, we have told her there is poochi inside. And whenever we have to take something from inside, in front of her, we take it and shout in pain as if the insect bit us. So she dares not going near the dressing table

During the Mysore trip, on our return, she bit thatha hard. Hard enough that the mark of her tooth was imprinted on his shoulder. He was literally scared to lift her the entire day J

During the Hyderabad trip, we had brought two cups of coffee in a thermosflask from home – S & K paati had it once the train moved. Me & J paati wanted to have coffee badly and as soon as the first coffeewala came I stopped him and ordered 2 coffees. Chittu was standing on the seat and I was holding her in one hand so that she doesn’t fall down. J paati was sitting next to her taking out the money. The coffeewala gave me one superhot coffee, I turned and said “Amma, Please hold Chittu first, I will keep the coffee on the makeshift table, otherwise she might grab it” I did not even finish my sentence and even before that she had banged at the coffee and it fell on J paati’s shoulders. She almost started crying because of the severe burning sensation. Thankfully there were no blisters and Holy Heavens! It did not fall on Chittu!!! All of us were around my mom asking what had happened. Chittu did not have a clue and was looking at her face and calling Paaa….Paa. Now what do we do with this mischievous yet sweet angel?

On her DOB – 23^rd November, after all the guests had left, J paati & thatha were about to leave. She was all excited after having an eventful day and jumping around. I was checking her diaper when she bit me real hard on the left shoulder. I just couldn’t control and in a reflex action gave her a beating and both of us started crying. I couldn’t bear the pain at all and J paati took out a little sunnambu and put it on my shoulder when Thatha was consoling her. I had the soreness for the next half an hour and pain it took 4 full days for the pain to subside and the mark was gone only after a week or so. Thatha said “MuRpagal seyying piRpagal viLayaum” as I was quite notorious for biting everyone – including ne, ighbour’s kids, cousins, my grandfather, et al.

She picks things from the dustbin…Yuck!! We change the location, still she manages to find it somehow. And when we take if off from her, she cries like anything. A new habit she has acquired is rolling on the floor and crying. She doesn’t do it always, but at times, yes. From whom did she pick it up?? I seriously don’t know.

She climbed from a small wooden table that we have to the recliner to the center table to the keyboard tray to the computer table. Remember? Kurangil irundhu pirandhavan manidhan

She knows to climb on the recliner and all she wants to do is jump to the other side. She hangs to the headrest and shoots up the BP of K paati

Her morning time play stuff is the basket of washed utensils kept in the kitchen. She picks all the vessels, ladles, lunch boxes and strews them all over the kitchen.

It is a task to make her forget something. Once she went into the bedroom and took out her medicines which I had kept in a small basket. I took her out of the bedroom and she went back inside. I blocked her way and she took the right deviation and went right to those medicines.

She cries at times in the nights for nothing and refuses to go to sleep. I am unable to avoid the slight beating (though it doesn’t hurt in anyways) at those times and when she displays her stubborn attitude or when she hurts me.

More vishamams to continue...