Monday, January 31, 2005

On being a baby

One of the best things about being a baby is the short attention span. If something worries us, we cry like the worst disaster has happened. Mom comes to rescue, gives us a hug, and all is forgotten in no time. We might be smiling before you can count to two.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Blue pacifier

I can't tell you enough about the relationship between a baby and their pacifier. My pacifier is blue and has a donkey design. I have another one that has a Winnie the Pooh design. I don't care much about the picture on the back of the pacifier. They tell me I have been able to "manipulate" and "adjust" the pacifier since I was three months old.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Mother and son in orange

We are in Purnima and Jeetu's house, again. This time it is for the New Year celebration. There were a lot of other babies there, but they all went to bed early. I wanted to stay up late, and I did a little, but eventually I dozed off too. I liked the picture of mother and baby that is behind us on the orange wall.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Zebel khan!

Do you know who Zebel khan is?
My dad says the shorts and the shirt I am wearing are like his outfit. I don't know how this guy is, but the way my parents talk about him, I have come to the opinion that Zebel khan must be a very important and illustrious personality. Now if any of you know more about him, I like to know about that.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Winter or Summer?

I was born in summer, so that is one reason to love that season. I also like to go out in the warm summer weasther. But I also like the warm and cozy outfits of winter. For example, this one that I am wearing right now. As my dad says, "How cool can you be?"

Monday, January 17, 2005

You are my only hope!

My dad keeps telling me this whenever I wear my hooded jacket. My mom asks him why he says that, and he mentions some guy called Obi-wan Kenobi. My dad says I look like Obi-wan and that someday I might be the only hope for Princess Leia and the whole rebellion. I really don't know what he is talking about.

Friday, January 14, 2005

In the middle of friends

This was at Simeon's graduation party. How can I not be happy for him, earning his PhD and getting out of school? I wish my parents could both do the same thing before I start school myself.
And notice that Avril knows how to hold a baby.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Happy and dressed up!

Babies my age usually get extremely angry when they are dressed in formal clothes. Wearing a vest or a dress shirt might be beyond what an infant normally does, but this one night I seem to be really enjoying it. See how happy I am! I think my Mom is as happy as I am, but she is not showing all of her happiness. Why can't adults get as excited as us?

Friday, January 07, 2005

Too big for my brand-new snow-suit

I had this snow-suit for Ithaca's cold winters, but I never managed to get into it properly. At first I was too small for it, and next time I tried it, I was too big for it. My parents kept trying at it, but this was their atttempt. I fully cooperated with their futile trials, but as you can see it was no fun. Anyway, I liked the red color, but it seems the Fubu collection was not meant for me.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Another baby's "baby shower"

Gosh these adults are funny creatures! So I was invited to a "baby shower", which sounded like a lot of fun as I am a baby, and I love taking showers-specially if they have these telephone shower heads you can chew on. Well, never happened.
It turned out to be only a bunch of grown-ups having fun eating cake and looking at cute little baby oufits and silly toys for my friend Alex (who was,by the way, still waiting in his mommy's belly to be born).
Thank God there was this curious looking sofa for me to stretch my legs on a little bit. My mom called me Sultan Ilia, and I did not particularly mind. I was very comfortable....

Monday, January 03, 2005

Pacifier and me

When I was a little infant, I hated pacifiers. My parents offered it to me a couple of times, but I kept spitting it back and fighting it. But since a couple of weeks ago, I have appreciated how helpful it can be. At a certain level, you can think of it as a meditation tool. I use it to refocus myself. And it helps to have Winnie, the Pooh attached to it.