It's amazing how fast time has passed. I'm already one, and boy, are those predictions I made coming true!

At the stroke of midnight, I was attacked by a mob of frenzied fans (read: Papa and Mummy) and adorned with this crown. Cute!

In the day they took me to the Sunnyvale temple.

Come evening, I cut my first cake. Look at me, can you tell it's my first time?

Mummy gave me this ginormously big and gigantically cute puppy.

And Papa gave me this ab-so-lutely-rocking rocking pony.

Mummy's expected delivery date, today, has come and gone with nary a peep from me. Mummy sure can't wait another moment to see me now. As for me, I can't decide whether to enjoy my private haven a few days more or oblige my fans. Not even born yet and so many decisions ...

Fall - my first one - is in full bloom now. Our apartment complex has some really nice trees.

Papa-Mummy have been pretty regular about taking me to the parks. So long I had mainly been interested in the other kids there. But now I have begun to look past them to the swings and the apparitions themselves.

Most fun is this swing.

As you've always known, I rock!

As ever, I remain adept at the indoor variety of games. Added to my repertoire are advanced levels of peekaboo.

As the festival season approaches in the US, the Indian festival season winds down. This was my first diwali. Unfortunately, that very day I contracted stomach flu. It was really nasty and I lay writhing for a long time. Papa-Mummy rushed me to the hospital. Thye doctor too couldn't help much. Once I came back, though, I puked a few times, and that brought soem relief. My new kurta-dhoti and the laddoos also went some way towards bringing my cheer back by pooja time.

Then on Thursday there was Dawat Pooja, the Kayashta celebration of education and worship of the tools of it. Pens and scribbling - now that's something I understand!