Mission Log: Day 12

For nearly two weeks now I have attempted to consume all of the fingers from the one they call "daddy". Despite my valiant efforts, the cursed digits remain. Perhaps I will have more success with his nose, which I recently located and attempt to eat at every opportunity. Furthermore, I now find myself greatly outnumbered, for in addition to "mommy", "daddy", and "grandma", another has arrived -- one called "grandpa". And I hear that soon there will be two "grandmas" here, which I can only imagine will lead to doubling of the rations of the unspeakable tortures they call "changing" and "bathtime". Worst of all, I expect more of this "singing", some sort of biosonic weaponry that leaves me wide-eyed and stunned. The fiends!

Looking back at Day 1

Nadja in her hospital blankey and cap, Day 1.

Naptime With Grandma Revathi

Happy Mommy, Happy Baby

Note to self: low light + autofocus + fast lens = bad focus.

Hello, World

Nadja's very first moments: her on the scale in the delivery room.

Sleeping on mommy

Zzzzzzz...

Pbbbbth, Daddy

Mission Log: Day 6

Twice now I have deployed additional blasts of weapons-grade pooponium after one of the large things has opened the containment unit, and still to no avail. They just declare "uh-oh, poopies" and punish me by removing it with cold "wipes". But I won't talk. Even if they keep this up, I won't talk for months. Through trial-and-error I have discovered the one they call "daddy" does not produce any nutritive fluids. Having sampled all ten of his fingers, and launched a surprise attack on his useless nipple, I have concluded that only the one called "mommy" serves this useful purpose. However, daddy's fingers do seem somewhat soothing when nibbled for extended periods of time. I must make further inquires along this line.

Attention Comrades, Redux

A better version of the Rodchenko / Stepanova "Books" announcement for Nadja.

Mission Log: Day 4

Fourth day here on this planet called earth. The large ones continue to babble incoherently at me. Perhaps their intelligence is primitive. They poke and prod me all day, but I cleverly thwart their plans by feigning sleep or releasing the poison gas that is our natural defense. Unfortunately, they seem immune. However, the one they call "mom" produces a stream of nutritive fluid. I must investigate further.

Attention Comrades

Nadja says: "I wanna rock!" Fortunately we have a rocking chair.

Gifts

Gifts are definitely not necessary.

But if you really do want to get us something we prefer it either be handmade and personal (greatly preferred), or from our registry.

Thanks!

Things to Know about Nadja's name

Her name is pronounced Nadia (or Nadya), not Na-dzha. It is a proper American name -- as well as a proper Indian name, and a proper Polish name.

Devi is the Sanskrit word for Goddess, which is appropriate, since she happens to be one.

Stefanova is a patronymic. (No, Poles traditionally do not use patronymics. Poles also do not traditionally speak only English, embrace atheism, marry Indians, or have German friends. Her Daddy is not a typical Pole, though he may be somewhat typical for a Polish-American.)

Nicknames: Space Pumpkin, Princess Fussycat, Froggy Princess, Monkeybaby, Baby Super Burrito, Monster Truck, Angel Truck, Pixie Bean, Snooger Bee, Princesa, Snugglepuss

She's Here!

Nadja Devi Stefanova Vikram-Bugaj, our Rapture.  Born 05/20/11 at 10:09PM.