TVISHA

Give me a T (TV stands with her feet together and hands stretched across)

Give me a V (Hands go over the head in a well, V)'

Give me an I (Feet together and hands down close to the body)

Give me a S (now that's a funny tricky one, we generally just twist our bodies like an S)

Give me a H (Both of us stand connected through one stretched hand)

Give me an A (and both hands go up and join to form an A)

Looks like my girl knows her name well enough. She can pronounce it, spell it and now even demonstarte it and identify and arrange the letters in her name in order.

Yes, last week she actually used the 6 letters and arranged them perfectly, after a lot of thinking and moving the letters around, to make her name. Daddy dear couldnt stop 'priding'. what a moment!

Rhyme - Our way to School

Some kids DRIVE their way to school,
Some kids STRIVE their way to school!

Some kids RIDE their way to school,
Some kids PRIDE their way to school!

Some kids WALK their way to school,
Some kids TALK their way to school!

Some kids RUN their way to school,
Some kids HAVE FUN on their way to school!

Some kids JUMP their way to school,
Some kids BUMP their way to school!

Some kids CRY their way to school,
Some kids SHY their way to school!

But we love to,
DANCE our way to school.

ta pi tapi tap tap (our music)

creative sparks

TV is well into digging into her own ears (i mean cleaning them). and she does that pretty carefully - like a pro. in fact she's been doing that since she was 18-19 months.

But this post is not about TV's ear cleaning prowess.

Yesterday, it was her ear-cleaning day. And she had it. The whole box of ear buds to herself. (Doesnt she love to play with them?) and of course a very chirpy and playful mood.

She emptied the whole box of earbuds on the table and started playing (exploring). She'd rub her feet on them, squish squash them with her hands.

Then there was the clean up time. she's supposed to put everything back, else she doesnt get to play with that anymore. So here we were TV as a sporty kid and mom as her default helper.

This time she picked up fist fulls of the buds; a whole lot of them. and insead of putting them in the box, decided to throw them all; up in the air. The act wasnt pretty encouraging for me, but the words that went with the act, made me smile.

'RAIN' she said, looking at the buds fall from the sky:)

well, that's my creative bachcha. But there's more.

Later then when I initiated clean up again, she resisted.
'What now?' I complain
'I want to swim.' TV answers. And before i can say anything adds, 'in the puddles'

And swim she did, in the puddles of the buds:)