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Ask the Maami

'It takes 2 years to learn to talk and a lifetime to learn what not to talk'... or something like that! Thanks to all the 'share' and 'like' people do on facebook, quotable quotes are always readily available. First things first, we are still teaching her to talk. I am hoping the 'what-not-to-talk' bit comes only a few years later?!

And what is life without the quintessential maami giving running commentary!

Sahasra: 'Attthhhhaaaai'
Maami: Abbabbaa... athishtam! If baby says 'athai' first first, very lucky the child is being!
[Of course, Athai is the only one who lets her chew her finger]

Sahasra: 'ThaaaaThaaaaa'
Maami: O mama- she said Thatha- very happy you must be feeling!
Sahasra: 'Tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tha tah .....
[I don't think she has that many Thathas]

Sahasra: 'pheehpheepheeepheeee'
Maami: Abbabba...etho she is wanting to talk talk... Paavam so much drool!
[Ahem, I'm sorry but I think she's just fascinated by the trail her drool leaves behind!]

Sahana: This is my baby sistah. If you wave, she will also wave.
Sahasra: 'Akthaa'..
Sahana: See, I am her akka!
[It's always an adorable scene so the Maami's comments have been censored]

Sahasra: ' AAAAAAAAAAA'
Maami: Enna kural. You must teach her paatu ma... very good singer she will be.
[If you are not an 'athai', 'Thatha' or 'akka', please respond. My ear drums are going to tear]

Maami: Sahasra...Vaaaa
Sahasra: Vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa vaa
Maami: Acchucho..she's telling ME what to do!
[Maami, you have no idea how many people have failed miserably at trying to tell you what to do]

Me: Sahas say "Apppa"
Sahasra: 'Apppaa'
Me: Sahas say "Ammmaa"
Sahasra: 'Apppaa'
Just in case you were wondering why Daddy J is walking a little taller these days!

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