Long time no posts. My Momma has grumbled at me telling me that I'm being a lazy baby. Tsk. I'm a busy baby.
But I haven't forgotton you lot.
Last weekend, my Momma's friend came to stay and brought with her 2 small persons. I don't think they were quite adults yet, as even though they were shorter than the average Adult and they didn't have the "bossy-boots" aspect to their personalities. Isaac was a good laugh. He taught me all his tricks on how to outwit the Adults when I get older. Aggi was also nice. She fed me some milk (and snuck in a piece of chocolate when the Adults weren't looking! I want a sister now!)
After they came, Momma said she needed to rest and rest she did...for DAYS and DAYS. I mean, what is she going to be like when I start to walk? Doesn't she realise that I'm going to be "into" everything. If she was tired after a few days out with a couple of well behaved kids then she is going to be in trouble.
Anyway, the weather's been nice. I've taken a new philosophy in life. When I don't have anything to say, I just blow bubbles. It's quite a novel way of getting yourself out of tricky situations. E.g.
Momma: "Benjamin, why is there mud on my guitar"
Benjamin: "Aburrrrrrrrrrrrrb"
or
Daddy: "Benjamin, why don't you eat all your spinach up before you have ice cream"
Benjamin: "Grrrrbuuuuuuurrr"
You should all try it, you know. E.g.
Bank Manager: "Do you realise you have gone over your overdraft this month?"
You: "buuuraaaaaab"
Annoying sales people that call you at 9 in the evening to offer the latest and greatest mobile phone package: "Do you know I can save you £15.32 in one month?"
You: "garrrrrrrrrrab"
Anyway, Momma's been so impressed with my bubble blowing, that she bought some and blew them at me. I love looking at them and especially like it when they land in my head. Not too sure when they land in my eye though. I guess, at least my eye gets washed.
Lately, I've felt the sudden urge to put everything in my mouth. My Momma says I'm "teething", but I haven't a clue what she's on about. I haven't got teeth and I don't choose to have them, thank-you-very-much! My parents have bought new things that I'm "allowed" to put in my mouth. Quite frankly they're rubbish. I much prefer to put a stuffed animal/Daddies shirt/books in my mouth. In fact Momma tried to put a pacifier/dummy/soother (depending on where you come from) in my mouth. I got so mad I took it out with my hand and put it in her mouth! See if she likes it! Huh!
Anyway, I think it's time for my Momma's bedtime, so that means that I have to go to bed too.
Will write more soon I promise.
Love
Benjamin
Garrrrrab
x
Monday 30 April 2007
Monday 16 April 2007
The Weight is over....geddit....wait...weight ...I'm such a funny baby...
A day at the peaceful baby clinic....I think not! Chaos reigned supreme at St Marks Medical centre. You adults really do not have your stuff together do you? After arriving at 1pm, I was eventually weighed at around 1.45pm and then had to wait a further 45 minutes for the pleasure of getting jabbed in the leg by some nurse (who was quite nice really) THREE times. I really think it's time that Babies took over the world and you adults can obey our every word. Sigh. Sigh again. Can you believe that we were 4th in line? Anyway Momma and Daddy said that we don't have to go back there ever again if we don't want to. That is unless I catch a nasty bug, which I really do not plan to do.
Then, if that was not traumatic enough, those parents of mine took me down to the town to...(sigh)...shop. I hate shopping. How many times do I have to say it? So once again I made my thoughts very clear to my dear parents, but I am beginning to realise that screaming is not really getting through to them. I have considered speaking to them, but once they realise I'm fluent in 7 different languages including Cantonese, they'll be calling the tabloid newspapers and I really can't deal with paparazzi right now.
But, back to the point. My weight. Did you know it's quite rude to ask a person his weight, but because it's only you guys, and I'm sure I have your complete confidence, I will tell you that I'm a rather skinny (cough cough) 16lb 11oz (which is 7.6kg for all the metric addicts) And also a tall 64.5cm. For all you non Europeans out there, that's 2ft and 1.2 inches. It's official. I am big (but mpst of my weight is due to large brain mass).
Well have to sleep off these injections. More soon.
Take care of each other, and who knows, I may see you soon.
Love
Benjamin
xx
Then, if that was not traumatic enough, those parents of mine took me down to the town to...(sigh)...shop. I hate shopping. How many times do I have to say it? So once again I made my thoughts very clear to my dear parents, but I am beginning to realise that screaming is not really getting through to them. I have considered speaking to them, but once they realise I'm fluent in 7 different languages including Cantonese, they'll be calling the tabloid newspapers and I really can't deal with paparazzi right now.
But, back to the point. My weight. Did you know it's quite rude to ask a person his weight, but because it's only you guys, and I'm sure I have your complete confidence, I will tell you that I'm a rather skinny (cough cough) 16lb 11oz (which is 7.6kg for all the metric addicts) And also a tall 64.5cm. For all you non Europeans out there, that's 2ft and 1.2 inches. It's official. I am big (but mpst of my weight is due to large brain mass).
Well have to sleep off these injections. More soon.
Take care of each other, and who knows, I may see you soon.
Love
Benjamin
xx
Sunday 15 April 2007
I'm Back!
Here I am again, the baby wot blogs...
My Auntie Sue has now gone home. It's been a lonely week. My parents are, well, I guess they're OK, but not as much fun as my Auntie. For example, my parent's don't feed me lemons.
We got up to lots of mischief, my Auntie and I. We frolicked in the Royal parks, had a picnic next to the Queen's house (it's a bit too big for one lady if you ask me: they should move all the Myzers, Tangs and add-ons in there instead. I think I'd take the ballroom as my bedroom!), and strolled through Notting Hill (didn't see Hugh Grant but that's a good thing as I'm a bit frightened of people with really floppy hair). I'm sad she's gone. She was the only person that was able to speak my language round here. Oh well, I guess my parents have time to learn.
Whilst Auntie Sue was here, we received a package from....now let me get this right...my 2nd cousin, but no removals... I got some spanking new clothes (one of my new t-shirts says "ladies man", how true, sigh). She got the size just right too: 12 months. What d'ya mean I'm only 3 months old? I have you know, my appetite is healthy, not greedy! Thank you 2nd cousin Janey! I'm gonna send you some pictures of how handsome I look (and I really do look very handsome!)
I had a good Easter. I got lots and lots of chocolate eggs. Sadly I'm unable to consume them as at the time I was not eating solids. BUT, now AFTER Easter, when the chocolate seems to have disappeared (in Momma somewhere I think), those parents have decided to start me on solids. But no roasted lamb, Italian pizzas or fois gras....RICE. Yep that's it.RICE. That's not rice with a delicious Peking duck and sweet and sour pork balls, not even paella. Just plain, boring rice. I informed my parents of my dislike of this menu by spitting out the first few mouthfuls all over Momma's new shirt. But then after a while I thought, well, I guess it's food...so down the hatch it went. I overheard Momma talking to Daddy this week and apparently the menu will extend to "mushed carrots" next week. If there's anyone reading this, I think you'd better call the child protection agency....I don't think these parents have a clue what they're doing. I should definately be on beef chili at the age of almost 4 months.
Anyway, after my Auntie left, Momma decided that I needed a rest. Actually I think she was the one who needed the rest, she just didn't want to admit it. So we've had a lazy week of lying around, eating, more lying around and a lot more eating. On Saturday, I experienced the great British sunshine (apparently in England they get one day of sunshine per year and Saturday was it). Around here, people get a little strange when the sun comes out. It's really not overly hot yet the men seem to don as little clothing as possible and by the end of the day they look like lobsters as they seem to turn red. The women also don as little as possible and wear gigantic dark glasses that take over their face. I've seen breakfast at Tiffany's; I know how dark glasses should be worn. So Momma dragged me to North London to a barbecue with some of her old friends she hasn't seen for 10 years (that was before I was born you know). There were lots of ladies there and I managed to test my new t-shirt out...and boy did it work. I also got to see Mr David Thorpe (he's practically famous in North London). I like him lots as he pulls the most stupidest of faces! ("Most stupidest"? that's not too grammatically correct is it? Hey, what the heck, I'm a baby, it's a miracle I can touch type!)
Well that's about it for today. I'm going to go to sleep in my new bed tonight (or as I call it "the prison cell" as there are many bars. Momma says they are to keep me safe as they keep out all the nasties, but I really know it's to stop me from causing mischief in the night, and calling Dominoes for a delivery). Hope everyone is well. I miss you all and can't wait to give y'all some sloppy kisses.
Love
Benjamin
xx
PS I'm getting weighed tomorrow...I'll keep you posted!
My Auntie Sue has now gone home. It's been a lonely week. My parents are, well, I guess they're OK, but not as much fun as my Auntie. For example, my parent's don't feed me lemons.
We got up to lots of mischief, my Auntie and I. We frolicked in the Royal parks, had a picnic next to the Queen's house (it's a bit too big for one lady if you ask me: they should move all the Myzers, Tangs and add-ons in there instead. I think I'd take the ballroom as my bedroom!), and strolled through Notting Hill (didn't see Hugh Grant but that's a good thing as I'm a bit frightened of people with really floppy hair). I'm sad she's gone. She was the only person that was able to speak my language round here. Oh well, I guess my parents have time to learn.
Whilst Auntie Sue was here, we received a package from....now let me get this right...my 2nd cousin, but no removals... I got some spanking new clothes (one of my new t-shirts says "ladies man", how true, sigh). She got the size just right too: 12 months. What d'ya mean I'm only 3 months old? I have you know, my appetite is healthy, not greedy! Thank you 2nd cousin Janey! I'm gonna send you some pictures of how handsome I look (and I really do look very handsome!)
I had a good Easter. I got lots and lots of chocolate eggs. Sadly I'm unable to consume them as at the time I was not eating solids. BUT, now AFTER Easter, when the chocolate seems to have disappeared (in Momma somewhere I think), those parents have decided to start me on solids. But no roasted lamb, Italian pizzas or fois gras....RICE. Yep that's it.RICE. That's not rice with a delicious Peking duck and sweet and sour pork balls, not even paella. Just plain, boring rice. I informed my parents of my dislike of this menu by spitting out the first few mouthfuls all over Momma's new shirt. But then after a while I thought, well, I guess it's food...so down the hatch it went. I overheard Momma talking to Daddy this week and apparently the menu will extend to "mushed carrots" next week. If there's anyone reading this, I think you'd better call the child protection agency....I don't think these parents have a clue what they're doing. I should definately be on beef chili at the age of almost 4 months.
Anyway, after my Auntie left, Momma decided that I needed a rest. Actually I think she was the one who needed the rest, she just didn't want to admit it. So we've had a lazy week of lying around, eating, more lying around and a lot more eating. On Saturday, I experienced the great British sunshine (apparently in England they get one day of sunshine per year and Saturday was it). Around here, people get a little strange when the sun comes out. It's really not overly hot yet the men seem to don as little clothing as possible and by the end of the day they look like lobsters as they seem to turn red. The women also don as little as possible and wear gigantic dark glasses that take over their face. I've seen breakfast at Tiffany's; I know how dark glasses should be worn. So Momma dragged me to North London to a barbecue with some of her old friends she hasn't seen for 10 years (that was before I was born you know). There were lots of ladies there and I managed to test my new t-shirt out...and boy did it work. I also got to see Mr David Thorpe (he's practically famous in North London). I like him lots as he pulls the most stupidest of faces! ("Most stupidest"? that's not too grammatically correct is it? Hey, what the heck, I'm a baby, it's a miracle I can touch type!)
Well that's about it for today. I'm going to go to sleep in my new bed tonight (or as I call it "the prison cell" as there are many bars. Momma says they are to keep me safe as they keep out all the nasties, but I really know it's to stop me from causing mischief in the night, and calling Dominoes for a delivery). Hope everyone is well. I miss you all and can't wait to give y'all some sloppy kisses.
Love
Benjamin
xx
PS I'm getting weighed tomorrow...I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday 4 April 2007
Crikey! I've been a bit busy.
Hi you good people. I'm sorry for my lack of correspondance. I've been having too much fun with my Auntie Sue. Momma says that I'm going to be one spoilt baby soon as I've smack bang in the middle of everyone's attention for nearly a week. Ha! I've got them all right where I want them.
Auntie Sue and I are having such a laugh! She's on MY wave length. She keeps telling the Parents that I need more snacks! Oh goody! She makes them feel like they're starving me so this week, I've been WELL FED!! So much so that I seem to be heading towards the 16 lb mark.
Anyway, we've been getting out, enjoying the English spring time. I've been showing Auntie Sue all my favourite haunts, such as Borough Market, the George pub at London Bridge, Greenwich....etc etc. I even took her to Soho, the seedy part of London. We were going to go into some of these seedy clubs tucked away down allyways, but my Momma said I couldn't. Spoilsport! Every time we go out, she has to spend the next day resting. I have no idea why. from the way she moans, it's almost as if she's carrying an extra 16 pounds when she's out and about. She should stop eating animal crackers then.
It was my Momma's birthday on monday. I think she was about 462 or there abouts. She got nearly as many presents as I did. I gave her the best present though. I dribbled and spit up on her new shirt. But I did give her a cuddle afterwards.
Anyway, I have to pretend I'm in bed asleep. Auntie Sue and Daddy have gone on a Jack the Ripper walk and they're going to be home soon. I'm going to jump out at them and scare them.
Love
Benjamin
xx
Auntie Sue and I are having such a laugh! She's on MY wave length. She keeps telling the Parents that I need more snacks! Oh goody! She makes them feel like they're starving me so this week, I've been WELL FED!! So much so that I seem to be heading towards the 16 lb mark.
Anyway, we've been getting out, enjoying the English spring time. I've been showing Auntie Sue all my favourite haunts, such as Borough Market, the George pub at London Bridge, Greenwich....etc etc. I even took her to Soho, the seedy part of London. We were going to go into some of these seedy clubs tucked away down allyways, but my Momma said I couldn't. Spoilsport! Every time we go out, she has to spend the next day resting. I have no idea why. from the way she moans, it's almost as if she's carrying an extra 16 pounds when she's out and about. She should stop eating animal crackers then.
It was my Momma's birthday on monday. I think she was about 462 or there abouts. She got nearly as many presents as I did. I gave her the best present though. I dribbled and spit up on her new shirt. But I did give her a cuddle afterwards.
Anyway, I have to pretend I'm in bed asleep. Auntie Sue and Daddy have gone on a Jack the Ripper walk and they're going to be home soon. I'm going to jump out at them and scare them.
Love
Benjamin
xx
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