tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89909837019080058792024-03-18T22:47:23.145-07:00Baby JExpertly translated gooing from a very cute chappieUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-71904436734694402222010-05-17T12:46:00.000-07:002010-05-17T12:46:00.305-07:00Castles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0p0NVM7vx6YVoIRYlg-VP39PhP52dUfjB-HnxEltow7mO8bGmCpDz8eULUdZdM5R-sAmeQiH6ffDHeOMcvH1AlGuVkcYX4salcdsH4uXZrLCZteGjQEv0a7EUkWOaueEWYGvC2pYbd0M/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; clear: both;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0p0NVM7vx6YVoIRYlg-VP39PhP52dUfjB-HnxEltow7mO8bGmCpDz8eULUdZdM5R-sAmeQiH6ffDHeOMcvH1AlGuVkcYX4salcdsH4uXZrLCZteGjQEv0a7EUkWOaueEWYGvC2pYbd0M/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have decided to educate my parents. We are visiting castles together. Castles my young followers provide excellent opportunities to climb on relatively immobile ancient ruins; i.e. not Mummy and Daddy and to toddle at speed towards alarming drop offs. Also they are generally situated up hills providing further parent exercising opportunities.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-corfecastle">Castles</a> also have tea rooms. Yummy.<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-68893364081615979202010-05-16T12:40:00.000-07:002010-05-16T12:40:30.780-07:00The toddles of Tumpot<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMiZPoUQLjQg2TaHYfF6XpkREmWhym8KGKmrFkorr3nSbRw0mZywaHoQCIqWQBGBKt5dyoUTXf0mX0Jmi_9tvf4o6jOwLv4WPtjh88UrI7Pcic4OWEBzCq_4_hb32K9Hn-dAWNFljCh8/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMiZPoUQLjQg2TaHYfF6XpkREmWhym8KGKmrFkorr3nSbRw0mZywaHoQCIqWQBGBKt5dyoUTXf0mX0Jmi_9tvf4o6jOwLv4WPtjh88UrI7Pcic4OWEBzCq_4_hb32K9Hn-dAWNFljCh8/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I am considering renaming this blog as I feel that I am very much more a toddler than a baby. Possibly in fact I am a boy. Close observation of the world suggests that I am not a lady.<br /><br />Over the past 2 years I have made some major achievements - I am independently mobile and have trained Mummy and Daddy to follow simple commands. Pity about their response to complex commands. I will try to resume documenting my important achievements. <br /><br />Today I went to church where I scraped my chin and bled everywhere. I then had some lunch, then some more lunch before going out to buy pony things. I was rather disappointed that the shop had sold their kennels as I was looking forward to a good bout of posing in the dog house. We then went for a ride. I wore my hat so was allowed to sit on the pony. Big Sis also had a ride; well I was feeling generous. Did a back flip off the mounting block, helmet protected fluffbonce, reassuring cuddle. <br />Supper was lamb chop and spaghetti shapes. Mummy then helped me wash up. A toddler's work is never done.<br /><br />Love to all<br />J<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-21792078432872504122010-01-01T14:22:00.000-08:002010-01-01T14:24:53.538-08:00Happy New YearI move into my second decade of life. Spent the day at home with parents and Big Sis. We went for a walk in the woods then I exercised my new-found skill of climbing out of the cot and coming downstairs instead of having a nap. Eventually consented to being cuddled by Mummy and having nursery rhymes sung to m......<br /><br />Woke up on the sofa alone. That wasn't supposed to happen. <br /><br />New year's resolution - make Mummy write a blog entry daily.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-9374983795235259692009-05-06T13:42:00.000-07:002009-05-06T13:52:58.058-07:00Fluff Massacre - what have you done Mummy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SgH35zcglnI/AAAAAAAADR0/hajWOKWz4us/s128/James%202009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SgH35zcglnI/AAAAAAAADR0/hajWOKWz4us/s128/James%202009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Mummy and Daddy took me to the hairdresser today. It was terrible. A cheery tractor chair does not make up for fluff mutilation. I was a moving target for the hairdresser and serve her right.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-90720983489662747522009-02-07T12:29:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:37:24.441-08:00Aging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUIrw1bPPI/AAAAAAAABpI/fcf2SN39uJs/s640/PC230077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUIrw1bPPI/AAAAAAAABpI/fcf2SN39uJs/s640/PC230077.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>My birthday was in December but Mummy isn't always the world's most organised person. This is my cake. I suppose I really should rename this blog and call myself "Toddler J" but this would probably confuse Mummy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-13999357906673832242009-02-07T12:12:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:42:43.390-08:00They call it "Bath time"Mmm yes, feeling of freedom - Nudey Baby time.<br />Watch out Mummy, you'll get my cute (<span style="font-style: italic;">Mother's Note: J is covered in 100% soft touch cute</span>) wet.<br />No I don't want to sit down in this "water".<br />I'll sit down; but I won't enjoy it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUIWsyA40I/AAAAAAAABoA/z1_yicHi1sw/s640/PC210069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUIWsyA40I/AAAAAAAABoA/z1_yicHi1sw/s640/PC210069.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nooo. It took ages to build up that armpit fluff.<br />Of course my neck rings accumulate dirt. That's what they're for.<br />That snot is a protective layer. PROTECTIVE LAYER.<br />Don't moisten the head fluff: there could be terrible consequenc... ohh look, it's my duck. (Sounds of vicious hair washing)<br /><br />Splashing good fun. Mummy looks funny wet.<br />I'll keep Mummy in range by laughing every time she says "Splash".<br />Good grief. My bottom is so wrinkled it looks older than Mummy's, time to get out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-24839398798288294402009-01-07T11:31:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:53:42.116-08:00Gourmet Baby LifeStew mmmmmmmm.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUGeEBJ53I/AAAAAAAABiU/BwWRMkcj3jI/s640/P1060094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SWUGeEBJ53I/AAAAAAAABiU/BwWRMkcj3jI/s640/P1060094.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This Christmas Mummy was given a <a href="http://www.johnlewis.com/230434522/Product.aspx">Blupper</a>. What a boon to baby gastronomy this has proved to be. Food is made and then blupped producing the perfect texture for optimum assimilation and cutting down on the number of frustrating pieces that are not amenable to eight teeth eating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-78869918677909370392008-11-28T03:40:00.000-08:002008-11-28T04:12:19.593-08:00Training Daddies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2qDNhsZFI/AAAAAAAABT8/ouW56kJ7je0/s640/PB140050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2qDNhsZFI/AAAAAAAABT8/ouW56kJ7je0/s640/PB140050.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>As I am sure that you are all aware Daddies need to be trained. Here I am teaching Daddy about the hiding-a-toy game. He takes a small toy, holds it in his hand, I then indicate which hand it is in. <br /><br />You would not believe the number of attempts it took to train Daddy to hold it in the hand that I was about to point at.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-55066445933787920572008-11-26T12:28:00.000-08:002008-11-26T13:08:12.945-08:00A small step for a Daddy....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2qpATLWCI/AAAAAAAABU4/d95TvbJNipE/s640/PB150057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2qpATLWCI/AAAAAAAABU4/d95TvbJNipE/s640/PB150057.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, my crawling comrades, I have taken a step into the world of bipedal locomotion. To be more precise I have taken three steps. I am also standing unsupported. <br /><br />I have eight teeth and am making more cute noises than ever. Yes I am now 11 months old. My luxuriant locks continue to garner admiring glances and the name "Fluffbonce". Unfortunately I still need Mummy's help to unpeel the yoghurts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-53248844152309334652008-11-26T12:11:00.000-08:002008-11-26T12:28:33.268-08:00Baby-lympics 3.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2p0fFQOJI/AAAAAAAABTk/-PLY8cd_Arg/s640/PA250047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_84J_tEd3Ng8/SS2p0fFQOJI/AAAAAAAABTk/-PLY8cd_Arg/s640/PA250047.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here Mirror Baby and I are working on our routine. The event: Synchronised Cuteness of course.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-78744796132271952972008-10-25T00:05:00.000-07:002008-10-25T01:10:10.594-07:00Baby-lympics 2.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vYFCrsfsKJUhVe6g1ctJSm6UHklCx3ZeKQf5lty6w4MnO-cUu7MajIkQKc6RrBfkJI3z2PNiBF38-kvJJHEcz1qLC9iHw2dEOZZws2FR871EeTAgY54xDg6xKNaO6kbYLkDh7XM6cj4/s1600-h/ready+to+swim.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vYFCrsfsKJUhVe6g1ctJSm6UHklCx3ZeKQf5lty6w4MnO-cUu7MajIkQKc6RrBfkJI3z2PNiBF38-kvJJHEcz1qLC9iHw2dEOZZws2FR871EeTAgY54xDg6xKNaO6kbYLkDh7XM6cj4/s320/ready+to+swim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999470544747282" border="0" /></a><br />Swimming. I was very impressed by all those swimmers at the Olympics. So brave - in the pool without their Mummies and Daddies. So fast. So streamlined - I want a swim nappy like theirs. I suspect the only way I would beat them is if the judges gave points for cute kicky-legs and faces of effort.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-2023246481264444382008-10-20T14:00:00.000-07:002008-10-20T14:00:00.805-07:00Baby zimmer frame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPucQtuQuZI/AAAAAAAABL0/9Tlo5OIWRYk/s400/100_2661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPucQtuQuZI/AAAAAAAABL0/9Tlo5OIWRYk/s400/100_2661.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here I am, practising for old age. This is my walking frame. It is superior to standard hospital issue because it has lights, music and, of course, it's J-sized. I feel that this is very important when looking for items to purchase. I can walk right across the sitting room although I haven't quite got the hang of steering yet. Only one small waa thus far - I was walking around it and fell. Still I had a nice comforting Mummy cuddle so not all bad. Now feeling muscles in my little leggies that I didn't know I had.<br /><br />Agoo zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-87417216421988935112008-10-19T13:56:00.001-07:002008-10-19T14:14:41.179-07:00Tree shaking season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPuZPjgskHI/AAAAAAAABJc/kUCj0NHvtvQ/s512/100_2643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPuZPjgskHI/AAAAAAAABJc/kUCj0NHvtvQ/s512/100_2643.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Daddy and Mummy took me for a walk yesterday. We indulged in a spot of tree shaking. Unfortunately J-sized trees are hard to come by and don't tend to have many leaves in the first place but I thoroughly enjoyed having trees shaken for me.<br /><br />Happily when your bottom is padded by Pamper's best bumpy paths are an occasion for merriment rather than discomfort. I knew there was a reason for nappies.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-56606379791262951282008-10-19T13:50:00.000-07:002008-10-19T13:55:11.316-07:00Weddings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPuYGQbJO5I/AAAAAAAABHw/7eQDxw_zS5M/s512/100_2630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SPuYGQbJO5I/AAAAAAAABHw/7eQDxw_zS5M/s512/100_2630.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />What fun it is to be a baby at a wedding. Lots of people to admire you and a lady in a white dress to pay special attention. Mummy spoilt my fun though; she kept a very careful eye on me so I wasn't able to posset all down the dress.<br /><br />I also tried eating an orange. Not sure about oranges; apples are much easier to open.<br /><br />Happy marriage Godmother.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-41846297022532927612008-10-05T12:35:00.000-07:002008-10-05T13:44:24.411-07:00BikkiepegsSorry gentlebabies of the Bikkiepeg company, bikkiepegs should not be called by any name that even remotely suggests that they might contain biscuit. Having spent quite some time tasting other substances I can say that they are more like poor-quality-corrugated-cardboard-pegs. <span style="font-style: italic;">And Mummy agrees!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-13523486170571883632008-09-19T12:06:00.000-07:002008-10-05T13:49:07.873-07:00A slightly odd morningWell.<br /><br />Retrieved from cot before I raised my voice (I was still playing with my iguanadon).<br />Into parents' bed and a cuddle with both Mummy and Daddy. Mummy was playing with wrapping paper. Tried to relieve her of this responsibility. Paper subsequently removed from my mouth. Not amused. Played with envelope instead. Hang on! I recognise that foot print! It's a J print.<br />Mummy unwrapping items. Presents! For me? Too kind. What? For Mummy? Is that allowed? Tell you what, I'll play with the duck. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/211J-A0yloL._SL500_AA195_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 97px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/211J-A0yloL._SL500_AA195_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's a birthday? What's a birthday? A year old; of course I knew that. What's a year though? What an odd concept. Do I have one? What do you mean not yet? I'll stick to months then. There are more of them.<br /><br />Time for a little more cuddling I think - still not feeling 100%. According to Mummy I am currently a cross between Snot Monster and Darth Baby.<br /><br />AgoobooUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-71226885778494426252008-09-18T12:57:00.000-07:002008-09-18T13:16:08.502-07:00SnottingWAAAHHH! I'm bored with having a runny nose. I don't want to cough any more. Is green snot infectious - Mummy and Daddy say not, D - my Childminder says yes. <br /><br />Sleeping more than normal. Watch the cuteness flow as I rub my little eyes. Still waking at 0600hrs though.<br /><br />Agoo all. May your noses never get drippy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-6577443978874469502008-09-14T12:11:00.000-07:002008-09-14T13:29:58.095-07:00Baby-lympicsHaving watched, with interest, the recent Olympics and Paralympics I have come to the realisation that the events are, on the whole, not designed for babies. I have had a think and have come up with a few new events that will provide more interest for all.<br /><br />First up - the 10m crawl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7LdXCdLuI/AAAAAAAAAig/Sbro3s-Pbhg/s512/P6200048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7LdXCdLuI/AAAAAAAAAig/Sbro3s-Pbhg/s512/P6200048.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-55773044462676557842008-09-13T06:49:00.000-07:002008-09-13T09:31:57.528-07:00Assorted burblingsMummy - I feel that Snotster or Snot Monster as a name is so undignified. Admittedly I have been working my way through tissues at a fair rate of snots but none the less J is a much nicer name. The cuddles and sympathy, well keep those up.<br /><br />I now have a big boy car seat. This faces forward: lucky Mummy can now look back and smile at me. Occasionally I reward her by smiling back. This results in slightly swerving progress and occasional honks from other cars. As long as Mummy's kept amused.<br /><br />I can now pull to stand and cruise along the furniture. Mummy and a shop lady tried to force some ugly leather items onto my feet. Fat chance. Currently my toes are unconfined and comfortingly chewable.<br /><br />Strangely enough, when Mummy took my rainmaker toy away the weather improved. Sorry everyone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-19093803894705305142008-08-23T02:10:00.000-07:002008-08-23T02:15:07.841-07:00Important Safety NoticeWhen pulling to stand, as I'm sure all of you are about to do, it is very important not to take both hands off the chair to wave in celebration. <br /><br />Thankfully my nappy cushioned my bottom. I wonder if Mummy could be persuaded into giving me a head nappy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-9971445779057993302008-08-10T06:45:00.000-07:002008-08-10T07:00:42.109-07:00My Diary 14.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7bcmshGyI/AAAAAAAAA10/utnLakLgNwM/P8030197.JPG?imgmax=512"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7bcmshGyI/AAAAAAAAA10/utnLakLgNwM/P8030197.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Today I have been a transported baby. Daddy took me to the previously mentioned car boot sale where I received several new toys including a xylophone. Next I played with Mummy before travelling to church in my bicycle seat. Daddy didn't pedal hard enough so I had to kick him in the back. Fwah hah hah. My friend T was in church so we played together. Most unfairly I had the seat side of the pew so he had it much easier when it came to dropping toys and making a noise. Eventually I persuaded Mummy to take me to drive the Church Ferrari. One choc chip biscuit and lots of admiration later it was back into the bike seat and zoming home. I passed T being wheeled home in his buggy and gave him a lordly wobble of the head.<br /><br />All that fresh air made me tired so I napped till lunch (fruit cocktail and a yoghurt) then embarked on a strenuous play session with Mummy and Daddy. Wore Mummy out so went for a buggy ride to the park. Played on the swings then droped off on the way home. <br /><br />Not sure what's going to happen about bedtime yet. Surely they can't be thinking of cancelling my breast privileges altogether. No. That would never happen.<br /><br />In summary: today I've ridden in a car, a cute car, on a bike and in my buggy. A wheely good day so far. (That, fellow babies, is called a pun.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-8863603695125886142008-08-10T03:43:00.000-07:002008-08-10T06:13:01.729-07:00Car Boot Sales<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7bnrc0WzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uzdBwGre-PM/s144/P8100200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/zinebeech/SJ7bnrc0WzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uzdBwGre-PM/s144/P8100200.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Ah yes, car boot sales. A thoroughly enjoyable pastime. Essentially, fellow babies, one is driven along in one's buggy while either side of you people compete to offer you toys and other interesting things to chew. One graciously accepts some choice items and one's Daddy rewards them with small tokens of appreciation. Mind you, they can be absolutely exhausting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-41402964986318255912008-08-09T11:45:00.000-07:002008-08-09T11:47:20.261-07:00My Diary 13.Mummy milk supply has been cut off. Why? I don't know. 36 hours now and counting.<br /><br />Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-79694281468449086282008-08-06T12:25:00.000-07:002008-08-06T12:50:10.059-07:00Scientific Investigations Ongoing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXR0uCtdzYw0Rc9x5imjd4fsnlBtMCgOiVvp8r2QIOxpWqgRI__lYQ8H8lketZVZ_7RiJzWPcJzsS3kzRJANAy5GI8C6qyXLWaTI1Yn4YGX-1PMJry551c1q8uBYrV2KqLuLL_nzNkIc/s1600-h/P8030193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXR0uCtdzYw0Rc9x5imjd4fsnlBtMCgOiVvp8r2QIOxpWqgRI__lYQ8H8lketZVZ_7RiJzWPcJzsS3kzRJANAy5GI8C6qyXLWaTI1Yn4YGX-1PMJry551c1q8uBYrV2KqLuLL_nzNkIc/s320/P8030193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231494019841841378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Photo is of me driving the boat. We have just overtaken Big Sis and her friend<br /><br />Currently I am investigating several very important aspects of life. Firstly come buttons. These are the round things on the front of the shirts that Mummy wears. Once my insistent instructions register with her she performs a complicated operation that eventually results in the milk bar being opened for business. I am sure that with some practise I too will be able to operate them. Mmmmmm.<br /><br />Secondly is my tooth brush. I now have 5 teeth with 1 more well on the way. I have a most toothy grin. I can select my toothbrush from the tooth brush holder, Mummy or Daddy applies the toothpaste then I place it in my mouth, brush end first and then I get stuck. Mummy or Daddy has to take over which results in a small waah. Must try harder.<br /><br />Thirdly is where Mummy goes during the day. When I have a nap nobody can find me; therefore what Mummy calls work is actually a very long nap. A Mummy Nap. Plan - find where she is napping and drool on her till she wakes up. <br /><br />Agoo all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990983701908005879.post-250866067846157832008-08-05T12:44:00.000-07:002008-08-05T12:59:07.407-07:00Weekend high jinks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq0Njjl2K7yJa6-ERC1rOqwWnqZ5pVUKUSQDUYG_hyphenhyphenkrKikGOLLbugCmfQzUwBXRwKF4dE1-CI8iB132JmY4_JUSli9fcu0zSRJNOkMuWf0omzMr3U_fEv4uECP8FpGASKutFLu4d6EM/s1600-h/P8030189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq0Njjl2K7yJa6-ERC1rOqwWnqZ5pVUKUSQDUYG_hyphenhyphenkrKikGOLLbugCmfQzUwBXRwKF4dE1-CI8iB132JmY4_JUSli9fcu0zSRJNOkMuWf0omzMr3U_fEv4uECP8FpGASKutFLu4d6EM/s320/P8030189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231125001384837266" border="0" /></a><br />Last Sunday I magnanimously decided to take Mummy, Daddy and Big Sis to Legoland. I was unimpressed by the height restrictions on the rides. I felt that asking about height was very non-J-centric. Unless you are talking about sitting I still only have length. I wasn't allowed on the helicopter ride. Pshaw. I've been in a helicopter before. I was able to go on the carousel and on various boat trips. I drove the boat so well that we did a 360 degree turn!<br /><br />Isn't this a nice J tribute. They've caught the head fluff particularly well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0