Mira in the making

Don’t know whether you guys know or not but “Tim tim timate hain…….” is the theme song for Zee TV’s Sar Re Ga Ma Little Champs. A quite decent song actually which is sung by all the participants/ little champs themselves. We have lately realized that this is Mira’s favorite song. Most favorite song. She can probably kill a person if he blocks her view while the song is going on. She watches it with utmost attention and gleefully dances along. Interestingly, Mira still hasn’t realized that she has got hips too which can be used to respond to the beats of the music. And so, dance is just restricted to clapping hands, swaying arms, nodding head and bending knees.

Mira’s Papa, who is quite a TV buff himself, has been witness to Mira’s liking for this song and so despite the strongest of urges, tries not to flip the channel so that his little girl too can enjoy a bit of TV which he always had the monopoly on. Mummy who is keenly aware of Papa’s despair, is keeping extremely happy these days.

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I strongly believe that a potty trained kid is the biggest achievement a mommy can have. Seriously! So, while many other not-so-enlightened moms spend precious time teaching kids how to say “Thank You” or “Sorry”, I have been relentlessly teaching “Potty” to Mira. After around a year of hard-work, you know what, Mira has finally started saying “Paatee” a couple of days back. Seeking credit for my biggest victory, I was informing Papa about the benefits of this learning, when Mira in her usual endearing manner announced “Paatee” to both of us. Papa and I sprinted from the drawing room to the bathroom, ready to see concrete results of this knowledge in action. While Papa and I awaited the outcome with bated breath, all that Mira produced was a cheerful mischievous grin. Hey, do you really think I need to start teaching her “Thankyou” and “Sorry”?

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Mira croaks like a frog. No, you can’t attribute this to any genetic potential since Papa and I both fail to imitate this charming animal. Initially, this croaking (a strange noise that emanates from the throat) was random – could start off when Mira was in a good mood, was on her potty (not again!) or was simply bored to do anything else. Now, I almost see a pattern emerging – she starts off the croaking as soon as she feels a challenge being thrown at her. So, you know, when I’m teaching her some new words, like ‘El……ee……phaaant” and Mira needs to get back to Mumma with a challenge for her, she begins her croaking with a charming vengeance. Almost saying, hey if I can’t say that long meaningless word, even you can’t make this lovely sound. Can you? And so, both of us get down to doing what we know best – going mindlessly through colorful magazines where Mummy keeps staring at handsome hunks and Mira fondly keeps pointing them out as Ungals (Uncles). Not a bad deal, huh?