My 1st road trip

Here I was..Six weeks old, and Dad decided I needed to go on my 1st road trip!

One of the things you'll discover about my folks is they are creatures of habit. For eg if its a Saturday afternoon its easy to predict which cafe my folks can be found frequenting. If its Thursday evening - its Picasso. It goes on.

In the summer - my parents always find themselves in Brugge, at the Verdi, in the same suite! When I say always - this is a pattern that has repeated itself since 2003 when Dad 1st came here on business.

Oma was leaving next Wednesday, so Dad decided it would be fun for all of us to take a trip.

So Oma and Mummy packed again for the yeti hunt, though mum in all her haste forgot to pack any clothes for herself! Which is really funny if you know my Mummy!

Everyone was really amazed at how much I loved the weekend away! Loads of strangers beamed at me - it was fun! Oma bought me a beautiful lace dress. Can't wait to grow into it!
At dinner the waiter asked me if I'd like a blond beer to go with my mussels. Perhaps next time!

Baby's Day Out!

At last Oma (Dutch for grandma) relented ... probably a touch of dutch sunshine ...and i went out on my 1st proper outing! Mom n Dad were more organised than usual! Dad made reservations at Picasso - their favourite restaurant, for the garden. Mummy and Oma packed as though they were going yeti hunting to the Himalayas. No chance of a sudden shortage of anything!

Mummy, Daddy and the pram were all coordinated! Never mind poor little me! Its a good thing Oma spent some time getting me dressed because M & D didnt look particularly concerned! Mummy wore her vaudeville jacket, Dad his new T shirt and they looked so proud !

We stopped off at St Jan's on the way ...Mummy and Oma lit candles while Dad and I watched!

It was a warm and sunny day, and I quite enjoyed it in the garden! Oma picked me up for a cuddle, and I enjoyed that even more! After a while i felt rather drowsy and fell asleep, so not really sure what happened. But there's tons of pictures from that day - which Oma says looks more like a pram advertisement rather than Baby Boo's 1st outing! Sigh.

Day Zero

Just a line to let you know that I arrived safe and sound onto the 3rd rock from the sun. I was born on July 15 2006 at 23.45 hrs CEST in Den Bosch, Netherlands. If you don't know where that is, don't worry - you're not alone. Apart from the 15 million people in Holland, precious few do.

My parents (Aditi and Ujjwal) are over the moon and gave me a name which completes the laboured sun, moon and stars line that I've been building up to this whole post. D-oh !

That's me in the picture, sleeping... I do a lot of that. I also cry a lot, but that's just a reflex - i'm pretty happy to be on this planet. Really. Truly. Well, maybe it could be a better place without all the fighting and the global warming and all that. But to paraphrase what somebody famously said, "The problems of one little baby don't amount to a hill of diapers in this crazy world."