the gracious hostess/medic

After relishing endless cups of (air) tea and countless pieces of (air) cake, I figured I must at least mention the gracious hostess here, after all, this space is supposed to be all about her. For the most part.



D presented Ana with a simple Tea Set this past Christmas and she has taken to it wildly. When she is in the mood, she (insistently) invites us to sit at her table and daintily pours us some tea, promptly refilling it as soon as we take a sip and place the cup back down on the saucer. And, she loves to offer slices of cake in the little dessert plates that came with the tea set.

And, some days, she just wants to have a quiet breakfast with her Ducky or Enid paappaa, and we better not bother them - the breakfast could last as long as 20 minutes at times, with Ana helpfully mothering the Ducky... it is rather amusing to watch her place a little booster seat (small cushion) to help Enid paapaa reach her breakfast on the table.

And when she is bored playing the demanding role of a hostess, she easily morphs into an efficient veterinarian, looking after the health of her Ducky and Bunny... and, without second thoughts becomes a confident practitioner caring for her Enid paapaa and Polly baby.



It is quite rewarding to note that the Medic Set I gave her for Christmas is being fully utilized. So far, at least. She loves each piece and tries to use them correctly - well, as correctly as we showed her at least :) Stethoscope happens to be her favorite, with the otoscope coming in at close second. It is quite a delight to watch her make her Polly baby drink the medicine from the medicine bottle...

It won't be long before she gets terribly bored with it. At which point, of course, I'd have to do what mothers worldwide do - simply hide the popular toys and wait a suitable period of say about a few months and reintroduce them into her accessible toy shelf and help her discover the joys all over again...

The other day, D was working on some repairs around the house and dropped something on my foot. My sudden yelp caught Ana's attention and she surmised that I am probably hurt by that thing that dropped on my foot and ran to her room, got her teta-scope (stethoscope) and examined me briefly, kissed my foot and pronounced "All better! Amma's OK!"

And, as bonus, she is not fussy about visits to the doctor anymore and curiously watches her pediatrician examining her, cooperating and volunteering information, even going so far as to boldly try to snatch the otoscope from her doctor's hand and try to check out the doctor! (It's a good thing her doctor is used to such tricks and has a firm grip).