Oh the wonderful faces Miss Mila makes..

 This is the face when I want milk and hope it magically appears

 This is the face when it doesn't appear

This is the face of anticipation of milk!

This is a happy dream..

 Wonder?

 Scary dream?

 tense dream?

Thank god its over face?

This is calm baby face

This is another happy dream..

Oh no! bit of stress in my dreams

This is my angel face.

I cry...do you know why?

I am usually a very chill baby..I look around, hang out on my bed ( which depending on my mood can be my parents bed) and when I feel I am ready for some milk or pampering from my Momma I let out a small cry! My big brother is so diligent in informing mom that baby is crying I get attention right away.

Sometimes by the time Mommy washes hand and get to me I am already passed out. It does happen a lot! Other times, I may get angry and cry even more (especially when Mommy has both Niam and Me..) you know to keep the pressure on. I quiet down right away when momma comes in..(sometimes bhaiya buys time and comes sings to me and reassure me that Mommy is coming Mila!) Even my brother Niam has learned the term feeding ( he called it fedding initially) since I eat so much! He thinks all I do is drink milk all the time..

What you gonna do..A girls gotta grow up fast!

headband? yes or no..

 Mommy really wanted to try it on me..I don't like it again!

what do you think?

My rainforest bouncy..

 I have heard a lots (to be honest way too much!) about my brother's favorite (rather my dad's favorite) rainforest bouncy. So I was dying to try it out.

 Okay fine, its soft and cushy and bounces gently when you move. Its cute and all but C'mon Dada..I lasted in it before let out my famous one cry warning everyone that if you don't get me out of here I wont be happy.

 While I was hanging out in the bouncy I realize I may like it more when I can kick the monkey ( I have heard the legend when Niam Bhaiya kicked it daddy let out a loud cheer!)

 Okay I give it to you its a nice place for a baby to hang..

 I does relaxes you somewhat..

 Ohh I am getting sleepy! I like the soothing bounciness..

 Goodnight everyone...

One week old!

I'm settling in at home and so is the rest of my family including my brother.  Importantly to mom and dad, I am starting to figure out that daytime is for being awake (barely!), but that night time is mostly for sleeping!  I still enjoy a midnight snack or two now and again, but who doesn't?  Bhaiya is also wanting more and more to hold me, rock me, and sing me good-night songs.  He even read me a story the other day!  It was something about a wocket in someone's pocket.  I didn't understand all of it, but I know I liked it.

My mom tells me that I am a pooping and eating machine, but she also says that this is a good thing. My dad laughs a lot when I poop, I think because they can be a bit on the loud side. My philosophy is that if you are going to poop, you might as well do it in style and let everyone know about it.  I am a young lady, after all!

I am hiding in the bag my mommy is carrying!

I even went to my brother's school and to Doreen's class with my momma and my Masi, who stayed with me for a week.  I got a lot of attention there from Niam's teachers and from other parents. There were so many big kids in bhaiya's class.  Maybe I'll get to go to his school some day? Who knows?  For now, I am happy hanging with my momma.

Bus trip with bhaiya to sprinkler park!

Momma is feeling stronger and is taking me outside more. She is testing out all these different baby carriers but I am having trouble making up my mind which one I like best, and this frustrates my momma.  One day I'm all cozy and sleepy in Ergo for example, but the next time momma puts me in there, I'm a hot mess.  Hey, a baby girl has the right to change her mind!  But don't worry. Momma and I will figure it out, I think.  

We even went to a birthday part with bhaiya this weekend at the "Key Park".
 I was napping and fussing in the carrier mostly, but I still had fun. Bhaiya thinks I will love the playground when I get a bit bigger and I agree.  Can't wait!!

Momma is also starting to dress me up like the little princess that I am!  Lots of pink and floral patterns and other girly stuff.  For the most part, I like it a lot, and my momma and dadda definitely like it too based on all the photo shoots and "she's so cute" comments coming from them.

 The one thing I did not like was this head band thing that momma got me.  I didn't like it, so I cried when momma put it on me.  I think I may have my own style, but we'll have to see as my fashion sense develops.

I also had my first bath and my big brother helped out! He and dadda washed my hair and got me nice and clean.  I admit I was nervous at first and let out a few cries, but after a while I settled in and enjoyed the warm water.  I did cry again when I came out of the bath but only because I was a bit cold, but this was nothing that some nice warm milk could't fix.

I figured out one other thing: I like hair rubs!! Yeah! Just like my mama! Champi!!  So many things to look forward to.......

Boxing gloves on!

When I was born, Everybody noticed how long my fingers & fingernails are. Even nurses said how girly I am and be ready for lifelong manicures and pedicures to mama! We will see about that.

See my beautiful finger and nails (exhibit A)

Another angle of my pretty hands

Look at my long toes and toenails!

Well Momma right away covered my hands with these pick glove..I call them boxing gloves. She was so nervous to cut my nails and hence I became a boxing glove fashionista day in and out.


I cant believe it took her 3 weeks to finally cut my nail. My brother Niam tried to help and guess what I had a boo boo on the first nail cut.

C'mon Mom gloves don't go with my dress!

I do like a boxing champion here

Oh Man! I rather keep the gloves on.