Welcome to the catwalk... aka. My Friday shopping spree

Meet fashionista Divya take on the catwalk (or should I say catsit) at 7 months of age...

Pretty in tulle

Serious island look

Just ... CUTE

Sweet baby fashions...

Let's go for casual and comfort...

A supermodel needs accessories ...

Merry Christmas!

Nothing beats classic country

Well.. except this maybe...

No male models, you may ask... Where's your patience I may reply..

Mr. Cute

Cool casual

Let's rock and roll...

The model strikes a pose...

Is this cute?

Hi there.. Wanna hang out with me?

Images in my mind

I take numerous photos of Divya, and with that girl growing cuter and cheekier by the day, it is hard to pick a favourite. There are the other type of photos though which are never captured by the camera. The ones that last for about 1 second and are imprinted in my mind forever. Those that I can see with my eyes closed at any time. These are my favourites.

There's the one where I dressed her in a pretty blue dress with white polka dots and a red bow placed tantalisingly under her chin. She looked lovely! I put her down in her cot dressed like this and fast asleep. When it was time for her to be awake and I didn't hear a sound, I went in to see what she was upto. There she was grinning at me with the ENTIRE big bow stuffed into her mouth and chewing on it as if it were the most delicious thing she ever came across.

There's another one where I strapped her in her car seat with a pretty hat on that pretty head, one with straps that fastened under her chin. I opened the boot to put something in and saw my very satisfied child who had managed to undo the strap of her hat and had pulled it such that the strap fell directly over her forhead into her mouth and she was making a sumptuous snack of it.

Then there's the one in the bath which is full of colourful toys but the object of her fascination was the cap of her bath oil. She fidgeted with it for a bit and then turned to look at me with a question in her eye and her mouth crammed full of this little cap: What should I do next, I can't exactly chew this?

The most recent one was captured towards the end of her feed when she decided to bite. Her little hands made tight fists as she bit hard and her eyes had the glint you can only have when you have planned something evil and executed it to perfection.

These are my favourite photos of my cheeky monkey!

The question

At 5:15 am on Sunday morning, the one day that Raghu can dream about sleeping in, Ashwin turned to him and said:

Appa, I have a question for you.

What? Responded Raghu sleepily.

What does Banana start with?

How did I get an arabic child?

This is the first time that Ashwin has attempted to write his whole name. This is a birthday card he has coloured for his friend Havish.

He started with A on the right of the page, made what he deemed to be an S, added a H, and an adorable W, inserted an I where he could find place and then had to put the N on top.

My baby boy is writing!

From blog

L is for Elephant

My little boy has started to understand phonetics and this time for real!

What does bat start with? Bat. Ba. He says to himself. B! With a well warranted smile of pride spreading accross his face! He can work out words beginning with B, P, D, G and many more! How far he has come from just a few weeks ago!

His favourite game these days goes like this:

If my name started with M, what will I be?

Mashwin. Mashwin, letting it roll on his tongue. If my name started with K, what will I be?

Let the learning begin!