Meet Fluffy. Fluffy is a stuffed gerbil or guinea pig or some other kind of useless animal. Uma has an inexplicable and bizarre infatuation with Fluffy. Even the real ones do nothing, and Fluffy, or as she calls him, "Fuff figh," does even less. Yet somehow, he has wormed his way into her little heart. You mention "Grandma," and the first word out of Uma's mouth is "Fuff figh," even before the Cat in the Hat and the golf cart. Go figure.

posted by Ketan @ 2/28/2007 08:34:00 AM   0 comments

Pay no attention to the food on the shirt.


Eating out with "Gao," what could be better?


Uma's learned to use a straw.

I'm sure that when we mention Grandma to Uma from now on, she's going to hopefully ask "I-KE-A?"

posted by Ketan @ 2/27/2007 08:10:00 AM   1 comments

Today my mom and I took Uma to eat in a restaurant for the first time. We decided on the Ikea restaurant because the food is served cafeteria-style, so Uma wouldn't have to wait. Uma seemed rather pleased by the whole experience. As she ate her macaroni and cheese, she kept looking around at the other diners and grinning, as if to say, "Look at me! I'm sitting at a table eating like everyone else!"

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posted by Jessica @ 2/26/2007 09:43:00 PM   0 comments

She's been freeloading for almost 2 years, after all.

posted by Ketan @ 2/25/2007 07:49:00 AM   1 comments

Uma has learned to say "no." She says it very clearly and knows exactly what it means.

This evening, Uma had a good time running in circles around my office chair, holding my hand so I spun around. I'm feeling pretty dizzy, but I don't think she'll let me stop.

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posted by Ketan @ 2/24/2007 07:58:00 PM   1 comments

Uma heard the word "BBC" on the radio the other day and now says it over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

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posted by Ketan @ 2/23/2007 07:48:00 PM   0 comments

Puma and Snowflake are silly.


Another beautiful smile.


We're still working on the table manners.

posted by Ketan @ 2/22/2007 08:09:00 AM   0 comments

Don't tell Uma she has an uh-oh on her face.


All bundled up on a cold day.

posted by Ketan @ 2/21/2007 08:27:00 AM   0 comments

Woohoo! Food! See?



Feet up!



Uma catches some air (sort of).

posted by Ketan @ 2/20/2007 08:04:00 AM   0 comments

Geez, Daddy, do you have to bring that camera everywhere?


Uma tries very, very hard to keep the sun out of her eyes.

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Breakfast can be messy sometimes.


Uma raises the roof.


Crawling around apparently has some nostalgic appeal.

posted by Ketan @ 2/16/2007 07:57:00 AM   0 comments

Hide-and-go-seek is a lot easier when Uma uses the small basket.


The child, she likes her trucks.

posted by Ketan @ 2/15/2007 08:41:00 AM   0 comments

Uma re-enacts the bad times when she couldn't walk.


So many animals, so few arms...

posted by Ketan @ 2/14/2007 08:17:00 AM   0 comments

Uma's made another jump in her ability to communicate over the last month or so. She's a lot better at emulating sounds, so I've taught her to say "Daddy" instead of "Dada" and "Mommy" instead of "Mama." I emphasised the second syllable so she'd know I was saying something different, but that means she says "DadDEE" and "MomMEE." She also said "Aaji" and "Atya," though "Ajoba" still gives her trouble. She can also put three words together, like "lie down bed."

She's also started saying her own name. Somehow a bare "oo" gives her trouble, so she ends up saying it "ngeh," but it's definitely her name. She'll point at my water glass and say "dada wawa" and then at her own and say "ngeh wawa." I'm not sure why she can't say "oo," as she can say "poo." On the other hand, she can't put "poo" with "ma" to say "puma;" instead, it comes out "pi-yo." I guess there need be no reason beyond that she is not even 2 yet.

A long time ago, I would see little kids speaking incomprehensibly and marvel at their parents' ability to understand them. That's us now, though. I mean, if you heard "ngeh yie die," would you have a clue that it meant "Uma lie down?" That doesn't even get into the 15 definitions of "nganga."

I think Uma's learned "no." Here comes trouble... At least she's learning "yes," too, which she says the way she heard Mommy do it once: "YAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS."

I taught her how to goose step. She only does it with one leg, which I guess makes it pretty similar to her stomp dance from last fall. She also marches quite happily. Uma can almost jump. I think I saw her toes leave the floor a couple times this morning. She likes the idea a lot. Another idea she likes is pee pee on the potty. She hasn't actually done it, but she enjoys sitting on the potty and saying "pee pee."

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posted by Ketan @ 2/13/2007 10:12:00 AM   0 comments

Hooray for food!


Uma practices "looking off in the distance" for the statue.

posted by Ketan @ 2/12/2007 08:44:00 AM   0 comments

Is this your tiger? No? Then it's my tiger.

posted by Ketan @ 2/11/2007 08:26:00 AM   0 comments

Uma has to carry her own diaper bag now. She doesn't think it's the best thing ever.

posted by Ketan @ 2/10/2007 09:20:00 AM   0 comments

Mommy said "smile," so we did.


Daddy, you should really read this article. It might be a little over your head, though.

posted by Ketan @ 2/09/2007 07:29:00 AM   0 comments

Shouldn't you be concentrating on driving, Daddy? No, seriously. Look the other way. THE OTHER WAY.


Peace out, Puma Posse.

posted by Ketan @ 2/08/2007 07:41:00 AM   0 comments

You want to give me some apple, Daddy. You really want to give me some apple.


Uma "smiles."


Puma ROAR!

posted by Ketan @ 2/07/2007 07:58:00 AM   0 comments

Uma waits patiently for something.


Hey, there's a dog outside! Can we keep it?

posted by Ketan @ 2/06/2007 07:33:00 AM   0 comments

Uma is gravely concerned about criminal justice.


Wa-wa is delightful.

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posted by Ketan @ 2/03/2007 07:42:00 AM   0 comments

I haven't been putting Uma's safety belt on in the booster seat she eats in because she's perfectly capable of keeping herself balanced, and I think it's valuable for her to do that herself. In spite of my good intentions, an important party disagrees. I was trying to get her out of her seat after breakfast only to discover that Uma had put her belt on herself. That's not easy, by the way.

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