" Yo what's up later there's a party in my playpen, you should drop by...byob (bring your own bottle)"
"What is this nasty stuff Grandma is feeding me? I know I have a tummy ache but dang this stuff stinks! Thank goodness now Mom has to drink the stuff so that I get it by proxy."
(BTW it was fennel seed water...ajwain in Hindi...yeah yeah we aren't supposed to give baby anything besides milk but his grandma insisted)
Pondering life on Mom's chest. Lots to think about and analyze.
Little chipmunk passed out on a blanket...too cute.
"Need to have a serious talk with Mom about her choice of wardrobe for me."
"This is what I wore on my birthday, it was a gift from my uncle Varun." (who doesn't read this blog).