Friday, June 1, 2007

Saturday, June 2 2007


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.




oppps...just now mummy was too lazy to use the bjorn when carrying me.... I ganna dropped again. I'm feeling a bit woozy and can't think straight. I'm saving up my crying for when daddy gets back.











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.









Boy I'm happy. Daddy is back and I feel safe. I can have a nice warm bath later on without worrying about getting burnt. He will also carry me and he never drops me. Mummy is lurking around somewhere but daddy will protect me.










Little Baa Baa is my friend. Or so my mummy says. So far though Baa Baa doesn't do much though. I'm squeezing his balls to get a reaction from him. Either he is a she, or Baa Baa has had his nuts chopped since he's still not moving. It's ok though, just like my other stuff I'll just keep Baa Baa around so when I get angry, I got something to throw at mummy. Good Baa Baa....













Not only did mummy drop me again this morning, she dropped poor blue elephant as well. Unlike me, blue elephant not so lucky though. I think he's dead.












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.









This is the first time in a long time mummy didn't drop me during the whole day so I'm feeling more relaxed. Still some more hours to go though.... pls daddy pls daddy.. come home soon.
















Oh shit... mummy trying to pick me up. Where's daddy? Where blue elephant and Mr Giraffe?















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.










Still practicing my big shot face. My grandfather says I'm a boss. I'm trying to live up to expectations.












Another bath that went wrong. Mummy trying to air out my overheated skin. I wish she would use that damn duck that tells her if the water too hot or not. She couldn't tell the difference between icy water and boiling water from what I observed. I'm seriously considering running my own bath water from now on. Or at least throwing my "Friends" Baa Baa, blue elephant or Mr Giraffe in the water first to test it out. Oh just remember I can't do that, blue elephant is dead from concussion already, Mr Giraffe was crushed by mummy's foot and I better save Baa Baa for a real emergency.

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