tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43011585071851637002024-03-21T11:42:02.236-07:00My Sweet DaughterIT'S ALL ABOUT MY SWEET DAUGHTERcsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-1476129184186560122011-08-10T21:35:00.000-07:002011-08-10T22:04:50.260-07:00Want to cut the class...........<p class="MsoNormal">Previously she used to get the award for going to school regularly. But now it’s totally changed. From past one month she was asking me to take leave for one day, because, everyone is taking leave in her class. So she also wants to take. I said she can take leave only if there is any reason like going out or not well. But she didn’t leave that, day before yesterday she told to her grandma that the next day was holiday. My aunty asked me I said no she was telling lie. The same night she got fever and she took medicine, then she was fine. But to cut the class she said “Mummy innum fever irukku, irumina throat valikkudu, thala vera valikkudu, kosu kadichu kalum valikkudu”. If I say no she would get fever again, so I said ok for one day leave!!!</p>csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-85541396935520810362010-04-06T01:07:00.000-07:002010-04-06T01:20:11.814-07:00First Award<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheXwAaSboVCVAMjPG5dYIPZyDPuMNljIFr4R0OedwlM5Culkkahr3NAMp2M9FwXUJ4jHc_xVhLI_BJneGKZFU0BzRMxpRF0KGOcIiSLUBJGjVRMiV4Ka29koZLR-221iP4ZVJavVt-kU/s1600/DSC05066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456933751878144562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheXwAaSboVCVAMjPG5dYIPZyDPuMNljIFr4R0OedwlM5Culkkahr3NAMp2M9FwXUJ4jHc_xVhLI_BJneGKZFU0BzRMxpRF0KGOcIiSLUBJGjVRMiV4Ka29koZLR-221iP4ZVJavVt-kU/s400/DSC05066.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br />"DON'T MISS SCHOOL FOR ANYTHING", This is the first special award she got from her school. I am really happy........... She never take leave for anything, if she is not well also......<br />One day she was not well and slept, the school bus also gone. she got up and wanted to go to school, I said take rest and not to go.......but she started crying...........then I make her ready and dropped in her school.csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-31338131783001293272010-03-03T21:57:00.000-08:002010-03-03T22:27:11.877-08:00First AlphabetsTeaching alphabets are very easy. She learned through rhymes. But writing is little bit difficult. A and B are ok, she managed, but when come to C, she wrote ulta. Holding her hand I taught so many times, again & again same mistake. She knows, but purposely not writing. Today she learned all the alphabets and numbers, but still she is writing some alphabets( K, Q) and number 7 in ulta. I dont know why she is doing like that.csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-42462304037145059922010-02-08T21:22:00.000-08:002010-02-09T01:25:40.105-08:00SchoolingShe started her school life from Balaji Matriculation School(her first school), coimbatore and she went only 4 days. She didn't like it. Then I joined her in a play home near to my home, because her friend was going there. Only one month she went, then we came to bangalore, and she joined in a play home nearby, she didnt like that place, however she went 3 months. Then I put her in Hello kids, she liked it very much and she enjoyed to go there. Successfully she completed her nursery by March 2009.<br /><br />For Pre KG we were confused for selecting the school, first we planned Coimbatore. I applied in suguna's pips school, but we got in rips, he said no, then we decided Bangalore. But that time admissions were over in most schools. Finally we got in Presidency School. In interview she didn't open her mouth, she was shaking her head no( I would not say anything)...... for all the questions. But she was active, So they selected her. She likes the school very much, she is enjoying there. She would not miss the school for anything.csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-91041327207304971032010-02-05T00:31:00.000-08:002010-02-05T01:07:43.891-08:00Dad's favourite photo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneszjzItYPNEYpm4c2Ri759tM4IrzL2Xk6K809IUERpp-QQu_yZhiK7gZMqB0VbspCeTg3OekdT0VYj1VlPh8-e-uxz9YAyeuOiS0ruXzMGMdWFwmNBY3YPeeIsVky3m5OyFMg_M86VY/s1600-h/cha.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434674578772245010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneszjzItYPNEYpm4c2Ri759tM4IrzL2Xk6K809IUERpp-QQu_yZhiK7gZMqB0VbspCeTg3OekdT0VYj1VlPh8-e-uxz9YAyeuOiS0ruXzMGMdWFwmNBY3YPeeIsVky3m5OyFMg_M86VY/s400/cha.jpg" /></a>Her dad wanted few recent photos of her. I took some snaps at home, she was not co-operated. Then I took her to the park nearby, there also she was in the play mood, she didn't co-operate. I beg, shout, compromise................., she was not ready. I asked her to look at me, but she purposely turned her face all the time, I couldn't control my anger, but I control myself. Because he needed very urgently, if I say anything she would cry....., then I would get dose from him, somehow I managed and took some snaps. While coming I told her I was not her friend and I would not take her anywhere, She didn't bother......,<br />I thought he would not like those snaps......., offcourse he didn't like any photos except this photo. He kept this in our room, and in his mobile as a wall paper. I am proud to take this snap............csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-18188842701958954042010-02-03T23:47:00.000-08:002010-02-04T01:06:12.382-08:00ABOUT HERShe is very sharp, talented, straight forward, adamant, possasive............... girl.<br />She won't give her things to others, If she like she will give.<br />Like her father, if she hear any music she will dance,<br />She likes drawing and colouring,<br />She likes to watch Tom & Jerry cartoon show<br />She won't allow us to chat, She wants we should chat with her<br />when she plays with her dad, I should not talk to him, If I talk, she will say "don't talk" and she will close my mouth.<br />If I shout, she will say " Mummy don't speak loudly, say softly"csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-48199592150934684902010-02-02T20:54:00.001-08:002010-02-02T23:17:35.612-08:00VIJAYA DASAMI<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLxo6J31JThOqumsbWxE1-zLFBpXHLecluCn53kDqa416-AWMgveSJZ46a_firUsTkiuWRzItPWwKB9ZZL4RBESP72HLwoB8dUtUfqT_Pc1pnqxO9ChOObP978t1IZjWov7owU5jScvI/s1600-h/Chaaru1011.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433876463849667730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLxo6J31JThOqumsbWxE1-zLFBpXHLecluCn53kDqa416-AWMgveSJZ46a_firUsTkiuWRzItPWwKB9ZZL4RBESP72HLwoB8dUtUfqT_Pc1pnqxO9ChOObP978t1IZjWov7owU5jScvI/s320/Chaaru1011.jpg" /></a> 09 October 2008<br />On Vijaya Dasami she started her school life, She wrote Om and her Teacher did all the formalities, she co-operated for that. She sat on the class room, all the childrens were crying. But she didn't cry, she was watching everybody, when we moved out she started to cry.While coming back I took her to play ground.<br /><br />10 October 2008<br />She was very happy to go to school, 10am she went to school, I was standing outside, Madam asked me not to stand there and come at 11.30 to pick her up. So I came out and I was standing outside the gate. All the babies were crying. She started crying. After 15-20 minutes, she came out for toilet, still she was crying. After that continuously she was telling "amma kitta poren ( I want mummy)" and also weeping. Then I went to side gate which is near to her class, few minutes I waited there, she didn't stop and after that there was no sound. I went inside, she was sleeping, I asked her madam that I take her that day. While sleeping also she cried "amma kitta porane( I want mummy)". Only half an hour she was in the school.csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-67655261130393168692010-02-01T22:28:00.000-08:002010-02-03T23:10:09.463-08:00Sweet Memories29 Aug 08<br />she was 2 yrs I switch on the system and i gone to kitchen, my father was trying to sit on my chair, she said "go and sit on another chair this is mummy's chair" then i came and sit, my father try to pull my chair, she said "dont touch mummy's chair".<br />One day my sister was having food on my chair, she asked her "ammavoda chair, appava parkanum kodu(This is mummy chair, she has to see daddy)", She refused, she repeated the same again and again, finally she gave the chair. She won't give the chair to anybody. I am really proud of her.<br />she and myself went to drop my grandma, I dropped her and turned the vehicle, she said "iru aatha vandhirum (Wait grandma will come)" and she started to cry, I said we would come later to pick her. After coming home, she told to my father that "sarasathava vittutu vandhutta (She left Saraswathy grandma)", then she lay down on the bed and started crying, she didn't stop, finally we compromise her with egg (she likes egg).csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-48196498879860943702010-02-01T00:54:00.000-08:002010-02-01T01:50:21.847-08:00My Sweet HeartMy sweet heart Charu is my daughter, my friend, my mother, my teacher and my world. Only because of her I became a mother. I want to be a good mom and a good friend. She always tell that I am her friend and I should chat with her everyday. I couldn't refuse when she asks " mummy we'll talk", I'll stop my work and I'll sit with her. First few minutes she will talk about her friends, shopping......, then she will start telling rhymes. Like my Mother, she will adivse me when I do anything wrong. Like my teacher she will teach me.csthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301158507185163700.post-35012862871804038742010-02-01T00:31:00.000-08:002010-02-01T00:32:54.082-08:00WELCOMEWELCOME TO MY BLOGcsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14912931114886282554noreply@blogger.com0