Honey oatmeal flax raisin peanut butter cookies

We give whole foods to Disha as much as possible. This means no processed, sugary foods. Yes, she has eaten sugary stuff a few times, much to our disdain. But we cannot completely stop her exposure either.

As much as I can, I try making things at home. Its fun to do it along with my toddler- she is so curious about everything. Sometimes she observes what I am doing. Other times she wants to actively participate.

Yesterday we had a couple of our neighbors come home to bake  oatmeal raisin cookies. They turned out pretty yummy. The kids had a nice time interacting and playing. We also made puffed rice snack (read :bhel puri). It was an evening well spent and enjoyed!  So much so that we decided to bake a sugar free chocolate cake today 😀

I was going through some cookie recipes online and decided to experiment a bit. We ended up with some yummy honey oatmeal flax raisin peanut butter cookies. The peanut butter gave a nice crunchy taste.

honey oatmeal flax raisin peanut butter cookies
  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 1/2 cups of Rolled Oats
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 Tsp Cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp Nutmeg
  • 1/4 cup flax seeds
  • 1/4 cup peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup honey
  • 1/2 cup oil
  • 1/2 cup raisins

Preparation:

  1. In a large bowl, mix all the ingredients together.
  2. First measure the oil and then honey when measuring out the honey-your honey won’t stick.
  3. COOL the mix for 10 minutes in the fridge.
  4. Preheat the oven to 335 degrees.
  5. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto your baking sheet. Press down with a fork to ensure even cooking.
  6. Bake for about 15 – 20 minutes or until golden on the bottom of the cookie.
Enjoy!
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Potty time games

Potty time is game time. Disha likes to sit on her relatively new potty seat and play follow the leader. Mind you, she is always the leader. So she first folds her arms across. Then touches her fingers to her shoulders. Shakes her shoulders. Puts her hands on her thighs. A new addition two days ago is peek-a-boo. She wants me to stand outside the bathroom and hide behind the door.

And she loves making grunting sounds :). We practiced Elimination Communication (EC) after she was born and I used to cue her to potty. She has caught on to it and does it every time, without fail.

The really cool thing about EC is that it encourages good hygiene practices. Parents need not spend loads on diapers, especially the disposable ones. They are in tune with their babies needs- not just of hunger but also of elimination. Typically, when the babies reach toddlerhood, they are able to indicate when they need to go to the bathroom. Well, this is not something new to us. We have been doing it for centuries. I hope we can continue for centuries to come.

Disha likes the games so much that she sometimes refuses to get off the toilet! After much reasoning and a promise to give her, her toothbrush will she agree to get up.

To climb or not to climb

Yesterday Disha and me rode the bus all over town. We had errands to run and luckily we got buses very conveniently and they were empty. After everything was done, we went to Karthik’s office so that we could get a ride back home.

Disha is delighted when there are huge spaces to run around freely. She entered the office campus and began to run at top speed, oblivious to everyone around, towards a set of stairs. She climbed the first one really fast, almost without thinking about it. Then paused. She was not sure of climbing the second one. So she turned back to see if she could get off the first stair. Not sure about that too. She did this a couple of times, trying to decide which is better- to climb further or get off. She then looked around to spot me and indicated that she needed help.

When I held her hand, she climbed up the remaining stairs, to let go and to continue her wild run across the campus.

Amma Vaa, Appa Baa

Disha is exposed to a daily dose of Kannada, Tamil and English. Whether we are talking to her or with others, she is soaking in each spoken word, gesture or action. Karthik would be the only one conversing with her in Tamil while my sister Aditi and I would be talking Kannada. If her grandparents are around its mostly Tamil time.

 

She is able to understand all the three languages and respond to them. When she calls me, its always been “amma vaa”- tamil for “come mother”. Whereas “appa baa”- translates to “come father” in kannada.

 

She responds to Karthik’s parents when they ask her what she ate in Tamil, she says Anna.

 

Other words that she commonly uses now are “illi” and “alli” which means here and there in kannada. She likes having her meals in the balconies of our apt. When she sees food served on a plate she most likely says – “alli” pointing towards the balcony, so that we can go sit there and eat. She calls to all the “paapas” (babies), “humbas” (cattle), the “baas and maas” (sheep and goats) and “bow-bows” (dogs) to eat with her.

 

She likes commenting on what other people are doing. Like yesterday, she was following my grandfather around with her eyes. She said “thatha” (grandfather) and rubbed her hands together while he was washing his hands. Then she said “thatha alli” when he had gone to the adjoining room away from her sight. After sometime when he went to sleep, she commented- “thatha” and showed the sign for sleeping.

 

Her english words are No and Button. “Uhoh” when something falls or spills.

 

Yesterday, when she was playing with her grandaunt, she said “Dish” at least 10 times. I do not know if it meant Disha, but I would like to think that it did.

 

There are all these times when she is seriously telling us something, which we are unable to follow. But when any of us try to interpret what she said and ask her if that’s what she meant, she always shakes her head indicating a yes.

 

Sometimes we wonder if she would get confused with so many languages being spoken at the same time. Or if it would seem to her that its all the same language being spoken to her with many different words meaning the same thing. Either way, what is important is that she mostly gets us, its just that we do not get her, always.

No meal is complete without serving and sharing

I have read multiple articles about how generous children are and there is no need to “teach” them to share and care. Now I have had the opportunity to experience it first hand with Disha and all the kids she comes across.

Funny, how one starts noticing, very closely what children other than your own do, when you become a parent.

I think we give way too many instructions to our children. We should just let them be. No pressure. Their interactions with other people and their surroundings is a great learning experience, if you allow for it.

Coming back to Disha, every time she eats, she makes sure that everyone around her gets at least a bite from her plate. She sometimes has her favorites, who have to eat whatever she feeds them irrespective of whether they like it or want to eat. Politely refusing will not get you anywhere. Disha is firm and very sure you need the nutrition :-).

And if she does manage to get her hands on the dish containing all the food, she wants to serve it to everyone until the dish is empty.

Most small children love being messy.  We should let them experiment, at least most of the times as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. Disha in the course of serving, manages to spill some food, wipe it immediately with her hand, then wipe her hand on her face or hair. It interesting to think about why she should wipe the spilled food on herself.

She eats her fill, typically on her own, if there is no concerned grandma or great grandma hovering around trying to get her to eat that extra bite. She takes her time, doesn’t like to be hurried. I have learnt to be really laid back, offer the food and wait patiently till she is done with it. A sure sign that she is done is when she stops eating and starts playing with her food (as most other toddlers do). Even if I feel that she has not eaten much or is not eating anything, I just let her be, let her decide what and when and how she wants to eat. This is the best way, I feel, for her to learn her body signs of hunger and being full.

Recently, she has started insisting that Karthik be present at all meal times. The evening milkshake or the morning milk is definitely to be had with appa (father). The moment she sees the mug in my hand, she yells- “appa baa mummum” ( appa come there’s food).

Martin Farm

We went to Martin farm, an animal farm on Saturday afternoon. The ride was mostly pleasant especially once we got out of Bangalore and rode through the hamlets. But, there was a constant disturbing sight of real estate companies advertising their “ultra-luxury-to-be” villa plots on what used to be farm land (in all probability). That’s the case in most of the villages surrounding Bangalore, which haven’t yet been gobbled up by the ever-haphazardly-growing city.

The farm was nestled by a small lane and what struck out was the peaceful surroundings. The greenery was a balm for our computer-sore-eyes. Definitely a place to go back to, next time with family or friends.

Disha fed beans to donkeys, a horse and goats. She saw hens and roosters eat their grain. She fell in love with a goat’s kid and ruffled a donkey’s hairy head. She ran behind the older kids and insisted on doing what they did. She walked on a rope bridge with Karthik’s help. Then there were the slide and the see saw. She watched a family play basket ball and kicked around some of the balls.

Karthik was mentioning how Disha spends sometime observing what various people are doing before trying something new herself. She is tentative at first, not sure if she should try it, but then once she discovers that it is fun to do something new, she mostly doesn’t want to stop.

We were there for an hour and started our 15 km ride back home. We stopped at a bakery in Varthur as Disha was hungry after an eventful, high energy session. Karthik took some interesting pictures of pepsi bottles (of all the things!!!) arranged in glass case.

We were exhausted after all the riding and were happy to be back home.

To Ajja’s home, wide roads and trees with flowers

Ajja in Kannada means grandfather. Disha and I went to my father’s recently shifted home  on Friday. Its a far cry from the house we grew up by the side of the noisy, dusty highway.

The quiet surroundings, the wide roads were a constant delight to Disha and me. She wanted to be outside the entire day and I did not mind accompanying her. Next time we go there, we should take a ball along to play in the ground nearby.

On Saturday morning, we were up quite early and went for a nice long walk. Disha was running along the empty roads with abandon and we could enjoy without worrying about fast moving traffic. We stopped to talk to a 2 yr old and her mother, who were also on a morning walk.

Trees lined along the roads with their branches spread to cover the expanse of the road. There was a particularly big Nile Tulip Tree with yellow flowers strewn on the road. Disha immediately went to work. She picked up the flowers, looked at them, plucked out the petals, pulled out the pods. That kept her occupied while Karthik and I were free to talk about anything and everything under the sun.

Karthik actually noticed a flat in an apartment close by which had a sink next to the entrance! Looks like the people in that house wanted everyone entering to wash their hands. And brush their teeth too, for good measure :-).

We walked back home after Disha’s play to steaming hot chappatis with GM-free Baingan Bharta, thank you Ajja.