Cold, cold weather.

This is Ithaca in winter. It is really cold. I stay home with one of my parents and the other one goes to university. They take turns. It is fun!

Baby at the center

A baby needs a lot of paraphernalia for safety and entertainment. For example, the pillow behind my is supposed to cushion and break my accidental falls that are become rarer every day. The toys in front me are ... well... toys to entertain me. I have a cloth book that I love to read with my parents. And the carpet is soft and colorful.

Under the sea!

The scenes from under the sea and the farm are all Mom-made. I love them. Every time I come back to them, I feel I am at home. What I love most are the bubbles in the sea, and the face of the cow.

Me, Tiggy, and Pooh

I like my Tiggy and Pooh blanket. It is so soft and fluffy. Lucy gave it to me when I was really tiny, but now I can really appreciate it. I play pick-a-boo (dalli mooshe) with it. I pull it on my face, hold my breath for one second, and pull the blanket away to see the world again and laugh like there is no tomorrow.

Can someone help?

I try to find out what is going on inside these papers, but it is hard to figure out. I enjoy crumpling the papers, but my dad is worried that his unread newspapers are getting torn and my mom gets worried that I am getting lead poisoning.

Delivering a lecture

I know that one of the important tools of a successful lecturer is the hand gestures. Here is an example.

Laundry basket is a second home

It is a territory that is only mine, and I love sitting in it. It gives me the feeling of driving my own car, riding my own bike, or sitting where no one else can sit. Once my dad tried to sit in it. It was funny!

The need to be swaddled

Swaddling a baby, or what is called ghondagh in Persian, is one of the time-tested methods of putting a baby to sleep. And my parents didn't use that for me until I started going to day-care. My teacher at day-care is Bronwyn and she helped me with my mid-day nap by putting me in a nice swaddle. Since then, my parents have used it too, though they use a large, but soft, blanket. Sometimes it gets hot in there, but otherwise it is cozy and nice.

Eating in style

I am enjoying a piece of whole-wheat bread while carrying on a conversation with Mom. I can tell you that this was one of the first instances that I was at peace with the piece of bread I was consuming. Since then having bread has become a lot more fun. And bread being a nutritious food (sort-of), I often have it as a part of my meals.

Who needs TV?

I stare at TV, and my parents don't like that at all. When it is on, and I am sitting in front of it, I focus my eyes on the running pictures and don't get my eyes off of it. They (adults) say that babies under the age of three shouldn't watch TV, so I am off TV for now, except for some silly Baby Bach and Baby Mozart dvds.
I don't think that bothers me at all, because I can find a lot of entertainment elsewhere, such as in the loose strings at the sides of the carpet I am sitting on. They fascinate me.