Number 1

My baby turned 1 today (MA). Even though I am excited about having a whole digit to my baby’s age, the B-day passed by just like any other. Getting Cerelac on the floor, making silly faces, throwing the camera around, getting chocolate onto her stockings, cuddling, pulling Bubbles ears, funny bath moments, falling off the couch, etc. etc. Asad and I aren’t really Birthday people. But, since this was my first child’s first birthday, we did have a lil’ party the day before.

(Yes, there’s the B-day Baby, decked in frilly-ness & pink-ness)

(..And the actual B -day. Out to buy a present)

(The End to a very special day in her life...)

Although her lil’ party is over, I still have to deal with bowls and bowls of leftovers. We did try our best to hog as much as we could, but there’s still so much to go. I hate leftovers! Asad isn’t ecstatic about them either (obviously). And I’m definitely not throwing out the food. Just will have to hog down some more (for the rest of the week...)

 (..Unless, I figure out how Biryani and Guacamole go together)