Just to recapitulate, Pappaa has been playing the guitar to her ever since she has been inside her Mammaa. Ofcourse during those days it was not clear to him if her increased activity were really jumps of joy or a reflex for an escape! Over a period of time it did get reassuring for him that she liked the sound of the guitar. Infact, once, she did manage to go to sleep with the guitar in the background when she was a few months old. 
Now however, Little Anya regularly requires her Pappaa to play the guitar for her. Usually, the hint comes in the form of a constant repetition of the word 'gitar' . It could be her usual nursery rhymes, her favourite one has been the Swedish version of 'Baa baa black sheep'.
Her 'anthem song' keeps changing all the time, one day her Pappa was telling her Mammaa about the beauty of the 7ths on the guitar.How they sounded so good and how the musicians liked them so much and so on.
Ever since then Little Anya's anthem song is just an arpeggio version of the C7 chord. She likes it so much that once her Pappa starts playing it, she starts jumping. Needless to say, her jumping frenzy is solely born by the master bed. While, her parents are assured of its IKEA quality, they are still a bit concerned about the regular shellacking it gets at her hands.
It could all begin suddenly when Little Anya would get bored and would make it known in no uncertain terms that she would like to be escorted out on a promenade. The indications used to be in the form of incessant finger pointing towards the shoes and the outerwear.
Pappaa could reply to all calls during that time and even call up work to check on status of affairs. Usually, he and his phone used to go unnoticed for about half an hour, but no more !
There used to be occassions when Mamma used to not only dress her up for the occassion but also accompany Little Anya on the evening excursions along with her Pappaa, this always made Little Anya very happy.
The common destinations were the playgrounds, swings and slides in the vicinity. It were the bigger and higher swings that caught her fancy. Considering how ineffective use of any language in such situations was, one had to give very convinving arguments to make her consider the swings fit for her age !
Any kind of sand or gravel was welcome . It made the whole concept of getting dirty by the end of the day so fun and easy.
It was quite a delight for her parents to watch her play with sand and sing. The sand often silently found its way into Little Anya's mouth. The quantity of sand devoured by Little Anya over all these months is not a publicly known figure and is definitely anybody's guess.
On one such occassion, Little Anya demonstrates to her Mammaa the sport of horseback riding that she has begun to cherish..This horse generally makes himself available for Little Anya without much pursuasion.
One does not need any imagination at all to appreciate how interesting the whole experience becomes when one could actually even converse with the horse after all the riding .
It is winters now , the days are short and the evening walks are conspicuous by their absence in the minus degrees and ice. With Little Anya getting more active and naughty by every passing day, Pappaa often longs for summers when he could have much more fun outdoors with Little Anya. 
Little Anya likes to find her own things to do, her own sports and her own set of activities, which include her conventional toys at times and very often not ! She could easily lay her hands upon her Mom's woollen glows and masquarade as the angel of death for the benefit of the visitors. 
One of her weapons of choice is the big thick cleaning paper napkin roll. She could wield that to quite a deadly effect. The victim usually is her father , he gets hit pretty bad while trying to clean her up on the dressing table.
One of her favourite adventure sport has always been walking into others' shoes. Especially the ones that are half her weight and are quite unwieldy in size. However, to her credit, she has succeeded very well in most of these endeavours over past couple of months.
Recently, she has got well used to wearing her gum boots and now she likes them so much that she uses them indoors all the time. Her parents have to keep them extra clean..
One of her favourite festive games is ofcourse disrupting all possible packing activity. Usually she has a ball of a time when her parents are trying to pack the bags for a vacation or worse even business trips. She usually also likes to plunge into the scene while her Mom is busy changing the bedsheets. The activity is so sudden and Little Anya turns so much into a small tiger cub that no known footage exists in the media world of such an event. 
Sometimes conventional playthings could be used but in rather unconventional ways. She has a wooden riding horse and she likes to mount it now and then
Once she mounts it, usually that results in her riding it ...
...but she is extremely good at letting her parents know about the other unconventional and dangerous possbilities !..during all such events the pure bliss on her face does not have to be seen to be believed.
Another object of her affection is her chair, these days she makes use of it for mostly all other purposes of merriment than for sitting quietly.
The chair could ofcourse cease to be that interesting provided Little Anya has other sources of entertainment. Usually, the Lego kit is a good friend. It could be anything for that matter, a skull cap, a puzzle or anything
Her Mom ( or Mammmaa , as Little Anya usually addresses her ) is usually very good at being two steps behind her.
Let us make our readers acquainted with the putting-Little -Anya-to-sleep routine. This begins with Little Anya watching some cartoons and/or ABBA on dvds. Usually she sits unnervingly still with total silence , fixed gaze and a flicker of a smile on her face, sometimes exclaims with a squeel of excitement. At times when the excitement becomes unbearable, she stands on one of her toys , biting on to her fleece blanket and waving her hands. 
While we are on the subject, let us also talk about a very few very difficult nights when Little Anya did not want to have anything to do with sleep due to a lot of excitement in the evening. On such occassions, her parents use the ultimate weapon in the sleep inducing warfare. A ride on the E18 highway at night. The results of such an extreme measure are rather drastic. One could see Little Anya fast asleep at the end of such a mission. One such photo taken with her in the car chair, has been recently released. 