The little one has a new fad now. Walking around wearing daddy T-shirts and claiming "I am daddy!" It is hilarious. Caught her on video when she was least suspecting it. We had fun yesterday at Big Trees state park which was a 3 hour drive away. We also visited a mining town that has been preserved to look like the early 1900's called Columbia on the way back that reminded us of our trip to Ballarat in Australia many years ago! It was one tiring trip for the kids who did 2 mile walks and some steep climbs to get to the Stalinslaus river. Now the little one has a cold and both kids are going through Daddy withdrawal symptoms as I make my way to spend this work week in Austin. Time for her to grow up and be daddy! .
(the secret video.. shows a door for almost a minute, but that is what secret video's are all about. Listen to the soundtrack for hilarious dialogues)
All this reference to babies has to do with peer pressure. Let me explain. Everytime, one of her classmates announces a baby brother or sister, or we go to see newborn babies of office colleagues, there is peer pressure on the real mommy in the house!
Typical conversation in the last few weeks:
Jr. : Mommy, can I have a baby? Mom : No. when you grow up and become a big girl, maybe. Jr. : When I am 10 years old? Mom : aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrghhh!
Jr. : Mommy, when is your tummy going to get big? Mom : Not unless I eat a lot and put on weight.. Jr. : When will there be a baby in the tummy? Mom : !! What part of No don't you understand? Jr. : But, Mrs. xyz (a teacher in her school) is having a baby! and she already has kids.. Mom : Enakku maamiyaare vendam di, nee podum!(I dont need a mother in law here. You are enough to drive me up a wall!)
Add to these, the embrassasment of Jr. asking any women we know "do you have a baby in your tummy?" and they feel like strangling her! I bet this alone keeps the women who have recently put on some weight from visiting hour house!
In a fit of what can only be called 50% rage and 50% exasperation, mommy was heard cursing the little one yesterday.
Here is as close a literal translation as possible:
"I am cursing from the bottom of my heart, that you also have kids, who are exactly like you, and they trouble you, just like you trouble me! Only then you will know what I am going through now!"
On further investigation, found out that this curse runs in San's family and generation after generation, the moms curse their girls along these lines and the grandmoms smile, knowing that their curse came true!
Who knew?!
In any event, it is too late now. The curse has been passed on to one more generation.
ps. The MIL driving one up the wall reference, is more of a cultural thing. San gets along real swell with my mum.
Now that Blogger has introduced the instant video uploader (like the photo uploader), I am giving it a shot now.. I will fail in my duty as a technologist if I do not attempt to use cool stuff that gets unleashed on drooling engineers. So here goes..
Hope this works. By the way, after my wife sees this video, this feature might become moot for this blog! My first video blog in pre Youtube days took 3 hours to make and upload. With Youtube, it was 5-10 minutes.
Monday, September 5, 2011 at 2:22PM 
