This is me in my younger days. Life was more simple then and less complicated. It was only a little later i learnt the meaning of fear. It was shortly after this that my mummy first dropped me onto the floor and scared the shit out of me.
The person holding me is my daddy. We don't have the same color hair and he's sorta bigger than me. But my mummy assures me he is really my daddy. I guess I just have to take her word on this one. Anyways at least he has very firm hands. I like it when he holds me, i feel very safe. Same can't be said for mummy.....
Obviously I'm not very happy. Mummy is a butter finger and she just dropped me on the floor again by mistake.... again. I'm lucky if she only drops me once a day. Sometimes I ganna drop 5 or 6 times. I'm always very nervous when she holds me. Right now she's busy trying to explain to my daddy that I'm crying for no reason.
I'm busy thinking up ways to avoid mummy holding me. I just don't have enough brain cells to keep getting dropped on the floor. I need to show mummy the baby catalogue where you can buy a bjorn to hold babies. If mummy doesn't get one soon, I'm a goner.
I feel a lot better at this stage of life. Mummy finally got the bjorn so nowdays she doesn't really drop me as often so life is much more safer and less stressful. I can even manage to yawn. Even though she squashes my arm and sometimes chokes me by mistake in the bjorn, it sure beats getting dropped. If it wasn't for the fact our floors are soft wood, plus the fact mummy is technically a midget, I'd have a lot more bumps on my head.
I wasn't dropped this time, but as you can see I'm naked. Mummy gave me a bath but it was hot enough to boil an egg. I'm feeling very blistered and so mummy is putting ointment on me before daddy gets home.
I'm laughing at Mr Giraffe. He doesn't know about my mummy. He's soon either gonna get stepped on, burnt, or dropped. He won't be lasting long.. just ask blue elephant. Better them instead of me. It's a dog eat dog world out there.
Never worn a dress before. Actually never worn a headband either. I'm going to cry but i'm waiting for the right moment so I don't waste my tears. I think I prefer to be dropped than go through this nonsense....opps here comes mummy.... I might get my wish...
These are my grandparents. My grandfather is a big shot. Since I'm posing with them I'm putting on my own big shot face. I need to keep up with appearances.
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