What Did You Say? - 2

Caught Thaïs staring at one of her story books yesterday. After about half a minute I asked her what she was doing. “I’m reading. Don’t ‘sturv my ‘con-ser-pay-ten’ Tana. Don’t ‘sturv me, K?”

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Part of our daily routine, when I give Thaïs her calcium and cod liver oil. As she takes her pills:

Thaïs: “I’m not well. Feeling so sick. Have to go to ‘os-ti-pal’.”

Me: OK. But they’ll also give you ‘jections.

Thaïs: Why?

Me: Because you’re not well.

Thaïs: No. I’m taking my pills. You take the ‘jection.

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We’re getting ready to go out. I’ve dressed Thaïs and she’s standing at the door waiting for me to get my bag and keys. “Come on, Tana. Let’s go. Don’t waste my time!!”

Stormy Weather

The monsoons are here. It’s been raining almost non-stop for the past week. Thunderstorms and all. Thaïs got to try out her new umbrella and raincoat a couple of days ago. In the rain, this time.

She used to open the umbrella and walk around the house and make me do the same. I did — until I got caught by the neighbor.

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She put on her shorts all by herself for the first time today. There were two mistrials before she finally succeeded on the third try. The first time she got both legs through the same opening. Then she called out to me, “Ooh… ooh… Mummy look this… I’m ‘tuck. Please come here.”

On the second try she got the shorts on back to front, and realized it only when she wanted to stuff something down her front pockets. That got her quite upset, “Mummy, they gone… they gone.”

“What’s gone?”

“My pockets!”

“No, darling. You’ve got them on back to front. Let me help you.”

After I got her shorts back on she said, “Thank you, Tana. Now put on my shoes and let’s go out…”

Good bye Yahoo! 360°

OK. All done. That was easier than I'd expected. Not as easy as transferring all my Blogger posts, but it wasn't too bad considering it was a manual transfer.

Wooing My Daughter

What is it about grandparents that kids find so appealing? Thaïs has been with my mum for two days now and I've been trying unsuccessfully to get her to come back home.

She does the same thing with Mario's parents. Once she goes there, getting her to come back is a nightmare.

Are they more lenient? Well, okay... maybe so, but whatever happened to that mother-daughter bond??? One more myth shattered. I'm going to have to bribe her with some ice-cream or chocolate or, the most recent, 'yestauwant'.

Yes, I'll have to wine and dine my own daughter in order to get her to agree to come home with me. Now that's a courtship to remember!

Goodbye Blogger! Hello Wordpress!!

I’ve finally made the shift from Blogger to Wordpress and let me tell you, Wordpress is GREAT! It’s been only a couple of days, and I love it already.

Everything is so much easier, starting with the migration process. It was all automated and took about 30 seconds to import about as many posts. Now if only there was an automated way to import my Yahoo! blog. If you know of one, please enlighten me.

The way I see it, I’ll have to copy each post manually…. Maybe one day when I have the time… when the little one’s away… Not that there are many posts – I’ve been blogging for only about 6 months now, just the thought of having to do it manually...

So far, just one negative point for Wordpress – the themes. I think I preferred my chosen theme on Blogger. Wordpress does have one fully customizable theme that I know of, but that would mean messing around with CSS and whatever else, which I’ll get into later, and then maybe I’ll come up with a theme I like. For now I’m quite content checking out the available widgets and other options.

I’ve also found that the Technorati-Wordpress relationship is much better than the Technorati-Blogger one. Ever since I made the switch, all blog details, update info, tags, etc. show up on Technorati the way I expect them to.

Unfortunately, that’s not something I could say when I was using Blogger. Back then, getting that tag cloud to work was not very easy. I did manage eventually, though. And then I migrated to Wordpress!

All in all, Blogger’s great for the absolute novice, as it was for me, but when you want a little more flexibility, Wordpress is the next best (free;-)) choice.

Nursery Rhymes - 1

And Jack and Jill

Went up an ‘ill

To setch a pail of water down

Jack fell down

And byoke his gyound

And Jill came kyumbling after

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Baa baa black sleep

Have you any wool

Yes sir, yes sir

Twee bags full

One’s a my master

One’s a my dame

One’s a the likkle boy Thaïs

Lives down the lake

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I ear tunder, I ear tunder

‘Ark don’t you, ‘ark don’t you

Pitter patter yaindyops, pitter patter yaindyops

I’m wet tyoo, I’m wet tyoo

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Can you imagine having to listen to this all through the day? Ok…. it was cute for the first 2-3 days. But after that I had to plead with her to keep quiet for a while.

Her nursery rhymes, together with the regular screaming and shouting had given me a headache.Whether she took pity on me or just needed to give her mouth a rest, I’ll never know, but when I finally got a few minutes of peace and quiet, I lay down and shut my eyes.

Imagine my shock when she came to me and yelled, “Tana, open your damn eyes!”

What Did You Say ? - 1

Li'l one: What's your name? My Thaïs...

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The other day li'l one called out to me from the kitchen. I was in the bedroom, so I didn't hear her. I went into the kitchen and said, "What did you say, darling?"

"I wanna eat something. Are you deaf?"

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I needed the jar of Vaseline yesterday and was looking for it in its usual place, unaware that it had been moved to the top of the TV.

Li'l one: Mummy, what you looking for?

Me: The jar of Vaseline. Have you seen it?

Li'l one: It’s here... on the TV... Blind bat!

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Li'l one asks to be taken out for a walk every evening. After about 5 minutes of walking, "Mummy please carry me. I can't walk. My legs are broken...!"

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Mario: What's mummy doing?

Li'l one: She's giving all dishes a bath...!