Waffle Dinner

Tonight it was waffles for dinner... unannounced and a complete surprise for the kids. Priya's friend was over and got to join in the fun of breakfast-for-dinner, too. When I asked them to pick up the playroom, so I could start making the waffles... Priya was all out of sorts. She stopped in her tracks, turned around to me and said, "For real?" followed by a long stare. When I said, "Yes for real" I think the neighbors probably heard the ear piercing scream that she bellowed out. She kind of looked at me funny in a sort of how-did-you-know kind of way, but I never let on that we found the note in her room about it. I have never seen the girl so cooperative and speedy when cleaning up the playroom. Bribery has always worked with this one.

Drawings

I love looking at the details of Priya's drawings and how things are changing as she grows. You can almost literally watch your children learn at this age and it's so fascinating. One day they are spelling it "flawer" and in a couple of weeks or months it's become "flower".... "awt" becomes "out"... "bolld egel" becomes "bald eagle"... "perity" becomes "pretty". Her drawings are becoming more accurate like her spelling. She draws more details and is showing proper proportion in the pictures. The trees are taller than the people; the heads are smaller to fit the bodies that they are drawn on; the swimming octopus has lines around it indicating motion.

Here is a picture that Priya brought home from school recently showing some of the ways in which her drawings have matured. It's a particularly flattering image of me 'cause I'm looking quite skinny! :)



I don't want to read too much into her drawings, but check out her picture of Mommy at the park when compared to the picture of Daddy at the park. If you happened to be an onlooker of our family enjoying an evening at the park, you'd be more likely to find Daddy climbing the jungle gyms, sliding down the slides or swinging on the swings and Mommy hanging on the bench.

Priya's Journal Entry

Found this in Priya's room today...



Translation: For dinner I like to have waffles, but Mom doesn't let me. My brother Sanjay likes it too.

It was on scratch paper on her dresser and I'm not sure when it was written. It's just her expression of a private thought since she never bothered to share it with Mommy or Daddy. Maybe I'll surprise her with a waffle dinner one night this week. Wouldn't that be fun?