Few Things

Christmas, as a kid was so exciting for me. Not that it is less exciting now! But, back then, I remember my friends in the neighborhood would give us plum cakes and all kinds of sweets and savories. I can still feel the taste tingling on my tongue as I am typing:) Haan, The good ol' days.

Happy Christmas To you, my friends.

My Boy seems to be everywhere in the house. Especially in the closets, under the tables, bathroom, kitchen, tiny space between the couch and wall.  Wonder why do most kids love such wierd places at home. If adults want to lie on the couch, kids love playing under the couch.


 Im gonna melt, if you keep looking at me that way.

Its probably the best time to do some crocheting.

Made these socks for my li'l boy. He loved them.

See what Momma made for me.

The other day, As I got up, As I came to the window, I saw HIM.

HE blessed  me.

He keeps ensuring that HE's always there for me.

Cute things come in small packages.

And those 2 packages seem to bond so well.

"Look , what a pleasant day it is!"

"I know, We should come out here more often"

"U look super cute in this dress! "

"And so do U [blush blush]"

"Where did you buy that hat?"

"Near my place, My folks bought it"

"Im gonna tell Momma to buy me one."

Do you think they could have had this conversation? Donno what kids speak to each other? I just wondered.

An anniversary cake for our dear friends Shachi and Vinay.

Think I scared them with the blood red topping instead of love-love red. (Whatever love-love means!)

To everyone whom I give a cake:

Bear with me. You may like it or not. I'l try until I get the flawless piece of cake.
Thankyou.

Nevertheless, the fondant puppy looked cute. Puppy Love, ain't it?

Ever seen a more exquisite eyelashes?

Here, he has them.

Lucky He.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.