In Utero

Bands Nadja heard live in utero:

• Swans (twice)
• Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra
• The Prids
  
• Man...or Astroman?
  
• Nekromantix
  
• Lookbook
  
• Gogol Bordello
  
• Nitzer Ebb
  
• ComputeHer
  
• 8-Bit Weapon
  
• Crashfaster
• The Octopus Project
  

Nadja And Her Grandma Revathi and Grandpa Vikram

Grandma naptime rules!

Three generations...

Grandma makes me comfy.

Playing with Grandpa.

Happy Granddaughter, Happy Grandmother.

Naptime with Grandpa.

Nadja And Her Mommy

Get ready to par-tay!

Mommy says: "No, you can't hold Nadja. She's mine."

A heated debate. About poop.

You didn't mention the part where being a frog means getting put in water!

Sleepy baby, sleepy mommy.

Maybe a kiss will atone for that whole "bath" thing.

More mommy kisses.

Sleepy baby, happy mommy.

While she's not looking, I blow raspberries at her...

Nadja And Her Daddy

You take a nap and you put it on top of another nap, and you've got a nap-nap stack.

Hey, my shirt says "mommy" but daddy has me...

Hugs all around!

Pacifier cat + daddy = calm Nadja

Oh geez, daddy, not the "pull my finger" joke again.

My Girl Wants to Party All the Time

Nadja's First Mail

From her Uncle Sam.

The Empress

Come to the Dark Side, Luke!

Girl Basket

The folks at Pixar sent us a "girl basket". It was a very lovely gift -- and it fits perfectly, too!

A bunch of cute photos

She is Daddy's Princess.

Naptime is laptime.

Strike a pose.

It's monkey time!

Napping with mommy.

Now is the time for hugs!

Baby Super Burrito!

Elegant in polka dots

Duck nap

Daddy, your nose is delicious!

Happily dreaming of dinosaurs.

Big Night

Nadja's first outing: San Francisco's fabulous House of Prime Rib,
for Grandpa Vikram's birthday.
(She managed to stay asleep for almost the entire dinner.)
 

Nadja in her fancy eveningwear.

Frilly!

Nadja telling mommy exactly what she thinks of fancy eveningwear.

Meeting Grandpa

First Immersion Bath

Good grief people, what is this stuff?!? Are you sticking me in a bucket of pee?

I see you

"Don't you know? I'm the Froggy Princess."

"Whoa! That part of you produces sound instead of milk. Freaky!"

Mission Log: Day 19

The one they call mommy has been injecting me with a viscous fluid called "milk" which at first seems pleasant enough, tasty even, but which produces a terrifying effect known as "poopies". After the foul liquid has firmly ensconced itself within my innards, the havoc wreaking begins. It sneaks up on me, every time. A look of surprise crosses my visage as my innards rumble, and fight it as I may, there is no escape once it begins. And fight it I do. I strain and twist and thrash, agony written on my face. My shrill screams, so effective at preventing or demanding so many other things, have no impact on the evil mechanations of the wretched "poopies" working their way through me. Fists clenched, I struggle valiantly -- but alas, I am powerless against the onslaught. Calling out with all my might, I curse the Goddess Mommy for that which she has brought upon me as the poopies deliver their coup de grace. And then, another battle weathered, I heave a sigh of relief and promptly fall asleep -- for I know I must gather strength for the inevitable next confrontation.

Nadja Meets Her Rajji Mama

Oh good, he speaks Baby.

Took you long enough to get here - I am not letting go!