Monday, October 20, 2008

Marathon Weekend

Hello All,

I have been practicing for it for quite some time now.




I trained long and hard for this day. My training included some unique stretching exercises.




I also included one-hand push-ups as part of my regimen.



Finally, the D-Day has arrived. I was participating in the first event of my athletic career, the "Silicon Valley Marathon Diaper Dash".





I scoped out the competition, which seemed fierce.





But I had trained hard for this and I was'nt going to get scared. So I came....

I crawled.....





And I conquered!!!! I was crowned the winner of "Silicon Valley Diaper Dash 2008".



I was overwhelmed with a sense of achievement as I celebrated with my family.



Earlier, Daddy finished his marathon too, so we had a double family treat. Check me pumping my fist in happiness.




Did someone ask "How many other kids were in my race?". I am sorry I can't hear you.....


Love
Diya.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Top-10 Hairstyles and Hair-dos



Hi everyone,

As you might have noticed, I am very fashion minded and believe that a good hair-do is an integral part of one's outfit. So here is a countdown of my best and worst hair-dos.


First up is Number 10, which I would like to call "Punk rocker hairstyle". This is how I look like when I cannot find the comb.







Next up is Number-9, the "Twin tails". Atta thinks I look like the Onida Monster in this.




Number-8 is my "Sardar Style". Oh Balle Balle...



Number -7 is the "Shower-head". Notice how my hair also curls up in the shower.






Number -6 is the "Yo-man" hairstyle. This is when I am in the mood to rap and belong in the hood.


Number-5 is the "Rabbi". I wear this one to impress upon all the Jewish boys in my neighbourhood.










Number-4 is the "Indian Ishtyle". Nicely oiled and neatly combed. Nannamma loves this hairstyle and insists I have it everyday. I go with it when I dont have to entertain guests.













Number-3 is what Mom calls "Shikari Shambu". I like this as it gives me the look of a hiker and is good for my evening walks.













Number-2 is the "Krishna-style". I like this one only because I can pull the band and play with it when no one is looking.










And finally... (drum roll please....) the winner is... the "Cutie style". This one is the best as its least work for my family and the hair does'nt fall in my eyes too much.





Hope you like my countdown and let me know which ones are your favourites.



More later.

Love
Diya.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Summer Trip to Tahoe









Hello everyone,

The forecast was warm and sunny and we all set off on a trip to Lake Tahoe for the weekend.




I was so eager to reach Tahoe(yeah.. it was a 3 hour drive) that I started screaming as soon as I got tired of playing with(or chewing) my toys.









Eventually we did get to Tahoe and it was very beautiful.








We rode the Gondola to the top of Heavenly and yes, the view was Heavenly from up there...








The warm weather made me crave for an ice-cream and I tried to communicate this to my parents. Slow that they are, they gave me more milk instead :-(




We even rode the jet-ski on the lake and it was a lot of fun.








Yeah OK... I might have edited myself into that picture but I could not go only because they did not have a life-jacket my size. I told them I was a champion swimmer but no one believed me... Maybe next time.








We went to Emerald Bay which was also very picteresque.




Finally it was time to head back home and I was not too happy about it.












But dont worry, I will be back here for the Ski season and give you more updates then.








Love




Diya.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Its time to eat!!!



Hello All,

After drinking milk and only milk all my life, I finally had enough of it.


I decided to explore the culinary wonders of the world and my family decided to send me off in style.

We had my Annaprasana ceremony at home.





Pinni and Atta were there.







Pedda Tata, Pedda ammamma, Raja mavayya's family and Peda Nanna's family were here to give me a taste of the good life.






It was my official naming ceremony too(Naamakaranam). Although I will always be Diya, my official name is "Raja Vatsavai Venkata Lakshmi Sundara Diya" (Kids in my school will have a field day making fun of this one... so lets keep it our little secret).



I was given a chance to choose between a whole variety of items. Supposedly this is an indication of a person's likes in the future. I, of course, went for the gold first.





Then it was the pen and third the holy divine.




I ate Paramannam for the first time and I kinda liked it.









Now I am officially allowed to eat anything(which I later found out after discussing with my cousins that it means rice cereal only).



After all the excitement, I realized I am not a big fan of the cereal. I give Nanamma a hard time when she tries to feed me.



Now if someone can pass me that Pizza :-)




Love

Diya.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Change of Guard

After spending my first 4 months with Ammamma and Tata, it was time for me to say goodbye to them.













I missed them both very much for the first few days.



Soumya Atta came to cheer me up. I really like playing with her and we have good times at home when Mom and Dad are busy pretending to work. Soumya atta is very nice and does not complain when I pull her glasses or hair.








Then came Ninder Aunty... our Punjabi Nanny..









She sang me Loris(I liked "Lalla Lalla Lori" and laughed every time she sang it.)


But when she started talking in Punjabi, I gave her a deaf ear.



Ninder Aunty was more strict than Tata and Ammamma and she cut down on my TV time. Clever that I am, I watched TV with Soumya Atta instead.




Then Nannamma came from India and she was very happy to see me for the first time.








To celebrate Nannamma's arrival(and it was Father's day too) we all went out for dinner.





I gave Daddy this shirt for Father's day. He sure looks happy.





I am looking forward to having more great times with Nannamma at home.
See you all,




Diya.