The thing that I Love And Hate

A post about the boo

How time really flies. In what feels like a blink of an eye, the boo went from being just a tiny bump in G's tum to a gurgling milk monster who looked a tad bit too much like mao and then on to being the active rugrat who can run around on his own.

So many changes in this short span of 22 months and how amazing the journey. His personality is unfolding every day and altho just like you and I he has his good and bad days, I love him all the same.

A non comprehensive photo roll of the boo, for the boo lovers out there.

The Bump

The fresh Boo


The Sleeping boo


The sleeping boo again

The active boo

The Boo in a box

The boo that can eat on his own, well almost.

Work has been manic and with the preps for the big day, I have been swamped.
Most of the major things have been somewhat settled and I am glad to say that we have enjoyed the planning journey to the big day. Dun be mistaken, I have encountered my truck load of crazy in the run up to this monumentous occasion in our lives. Thankfully the both of us have been more or less chill throughout and in spite of them crazies. Although I tell a lie if I say I did not want to throttle a couple of pple who shall not be mentioned. All in all, I am not going down that slippery slide towards bridezillaness. Not yet at least.