Activity

Been a while since my last post. Not much been going down. I have found a new game to play. It involves getting mum or dad to hold my arms, then I stand up and stare around for as long as possible. This is way better then lying on my tummy and after a feed much more comfortable than being on my back. I think the bonus is making a clear runway for anything that needs to come up... if you get my drift.My appetite seems to be growing in excess of my proportions, but I have at least been giving mum and dad a little more rest overnight. I can sleep from 7pm to 3am. However, if they haven't got enough sleep in that time then it's too bad. I can wake any time between 4am and 6am. I know I am supposed to sleep till 7, but some mornings, I need to get up early to make sure I have time to do everything that needs doing...

Like holding my head up...
Having play time with mum...
Or demanding to be carried in a very specific way otherwise I cry very loudly...

Election 2010

Well that was barely worth the effort. I spent the whole morning waiting to vote and then they tell me I am too young!! Can you believe it? But at least I got to have some fun in town doing some shopping and eating some food. IT was such a full day that I decided to sleep for 10 hours.... even the midnight poo wasn't enough to wake me up.

Smile

Hello again.
Starting to get the hang of the whole living thing. I still complain about things pretty much everyday. However, some days I complain a whole lot less than others, which is good for the parents, but it seems to make things a little harder when I have a bad day.
I got some more post the other day... a new toy! A big THANKS goes to Sarah. The Spot the Dog rattle is great. I had some fun this morning smiling at it. For those of you who don't know, Spot's mum is also called Sally.Dad has been going berserk with the camera - yet another pair of batteries drained. Are the photo's any good? I'll let you decide, I have some other pressing baby-business to attend to.

A Melbournite

I have begun to integrate myself into the true Melbourne way. What better way than to go to a cafe? If you were around on the day you would have seen me being seen in baby-central, a.k.a. Clifton Hill. I spent a fabulous morning drinking baby-latte, talking fashion and footy. I got to meet the gorgeous Kat. I hear she has a Cat outfit, so I just had to show her my bear-suit.

I got an awesome present too... a giant blue bib. I can eat as messily as I like for at least a year.




I think the whole excitement of the day got to me. I ended up sleeping through my toxic hour. But Pip wasn't so sure that I would, she had to keep an eye on me just in case...

Nothing Special...

The days are sliding by. The routine seems to work most of the time. Although I did decide that after I woke at 3am I wouldn't go back to sleep until it was nearly time to wake up for my morning feed. But this was after a nearly 8 hour sleep.


I am still not sure about furry kisses
Who's son? I can't tell... think mum might be worried about who is learning bad habits from who

Week 8

Well I have made yet another milestone. 8 weeks old and the novelty still hasn't worn off. Had the last of the MCH check-up's for a couple months. All going well.
Another new thing was the first round of my many vaccinations. I had two injections this morning, one in each thigh, and 2ml's of another vaccine. I impressed the nurse with my sucking skills. The last baby took 2mins to take the dose, I chomped it down in a few seconds. It was kinda fun to be in a room filled with so many other little people.



The other exciting news is the new skill i seem to have developed. After the big walk to the community clinic, to the shops and then home again. I was sitting in my bouncer flapping my arms at dad, when I pulled out the new trick - i smiled! This wasn't simply a "i'm about to poop" grimace/smile. it was a eyes wide open, happy looking big toothless grin. I did this a few times. Enough so that both Mum and dad got at least one smile each. Not really sure why, but they both started to cry. Maybe the whole smiling thing is overrated. Anyway, time for a feed then some sleep... so long as my sore legs don't keep me awake.

It's Official: I exist

Well after several weeks of a limbo like existence, I have finally been added to the rolls of the living. From henceforth, now that I have the official government approval, I exist. My birth certificate came in the post a day or so ago. This may curtail my attempts to be a bear-like creature. Although I may still continue this as a hobby. Just like the one of wearing socks on my hands. They do a much better job of staying on than any mitten ever has.



Life continues along relatively smoothly. It would seem that my parents are learning to understand what makes me happy and several different reasons why I cry. Although this may help at 3am and possibly even 12noon. It is completely useless between 4pm and 7pm. This is my time, and I use it for anything I like. Or to be a little less obtuse - I cry incessantly. This may explain my first reaction to television. Or it could mean that there really wasn't anything worth watching - the price was not right.



This week I have a couple events lined up. I have the last of my MCH check-ups for a while. it will be 'fun' to get naked, weighed, poked and prodded. I am planning my whizz-trick again. Maybe I can hit the nurse as well this time. I also get my first round of vaccinations. So maybe the whole routine that is starting to work will get thrown out the window again. Who knows? Only time will tell.


I have employed the services of Pip. She is the official change table warmer. Payment to be made by a near constant supply of fresh water, served in a glass and occasionally warm. Here she is fulfilling her duties with the appropriate level of seriousness.

Naked Babe Massage

IN the interest of generating some new, random and possibly unwanted attention on this blog of mine, I am putting up some sexy pics for this post. If I mention nude babes and other tags often enough then this may end up on some poor soul's web search. But, we should not neglect the serious side of the issue: and that is some shots of an oiled up babe having a massage.




Maybe I should also mention that it was a naked massage. I hope that Dad hasn't gone and done something completely embarrassing for me in later life, only time will tell. As far as I can see there are no especially incriminating angles.





Things have been going pretty well, including from the naked babe oiled massage. I have been getting into the new routine and the parents have found new and interesting ways to settle me. If it wasn't for the mega-dumps at almost random times during the night, i can sleep from about 7pm till nearly 2am. This is helped by the magic of a dream-feed. For those of you not savvy with the lingo, that's when I get to have a feed without even being awake!! Pretty sweet huh?!


To err on the side of complete gratuitousness I will put this one last photo... a hot pussy.

Photo Update V

I have been making mum and dad very busy recently. They have been trying to get me into a routine that gives them some time to do things other than pander to my every want and need. However, as all plans go, I have been an excellent spanner in the proverbial works. Regardless, they still seem to find time to point the camera at me during various flattering and not so flattering circumstances. Like this one...

A mere fluke of chance, just as the shutter opens to capture a moment, my gullet opens to eject a morsel. Dad was clever enough to avoid this one, but I'll get him next time.







A small concern of mum's is my hair. I am not sure why, but maybe this shot shows a little of the reason. I have a hair halo, except in reverse. Rather than the typical adult male balding on top, I have a bald in the middle. Lush on top and around my occiput.







The latest addition to my collection of things is a bouncer. This provides a slightly more comfortable place to snooze (replacing a couch cushion with blanket). It also helps with the gas. I don't get quite so grumpy after a feed if I am sitting up rather than lying down. I was so happy to get a new thing that I didn't want to sit still for long enough for a non-blurred photo to be taken. Ha! Take that digital camera.














Here is mum giving me a cool new massage. I like it because it makes me feel better. They like it for a completely different reason: it makes me burp, fart and vomit. Your guess is as good as mine as to why that is a good thing. Already my parents are strange...