Ahem, hang on a minute, just get myself swished up here for ya........

HEY!!! Thought I'd pop into mummy' s blog and show you just how cool and perfectly gorgeous I am....I have to do this because I know she is probably going to tell you how I am driving her crazy. She says I am, can't think what her problem is.

So I drew on the new chairs, they were boring, a plain cream colour, I ask you! What's wrong with some deep red swirls and a few discreet green lines?

Alright, so I'm into biting my brothers, it's her fault, I've heard her say she could eat us more times than I can count ( and I can count to 11 so that's a whole lot of times!) I just want to see if they would be tasty. I KNOW I am tasty, I suck my thumb, it's delicious, who wouldn't want to bite their big brothers if there is a chance they could be half as yummy as my thumb? And I have to admit it is the BEST fun to hear that scream from Isaac when he sees me coming..HA! That kid is SUCH a wuss!

I jump, SO?!?! Man it's such fun and I am going stir crazy in this house while mummy is taking gramma to the hospital to see papa, they won't let me go and papa is my best friend after auntie leah and gramma.

I stay with auntie Leah most times but even then, well, I have to be a good boy with auntie Leah, she is so lovely and she gives me chocolate and watches movies with me, over and over, she will watch Lion king all day if I ask her.....so then I come home and my legs are so full of jumps I have to get them out. Mummy yells 'be careful' all day, THAT'S THE WHOLE FUN OF IT! The risk of getting another lump on my head is just too much to ignore, seeing mummy flinch and try to catch me is an added bonus I'll admit it--- but I've seen Jordan and Dan and look at my daddy... you NEVER see them jump off the couch or see how many stairs they can fly down at once, man... I might be like them one day...I HAVE to do the jumping now.

Look, the tumble drier is new..it's RIGHT in my face, when you know you can stop it by just touching the door, well, you just have to do it. The dial thing makes such a great clicking noise I LIKE turning it, the buttons, oh you all know about boys and buttons, gotta get pushed. Why does she care if the drier goes for 2 hours on a cold setting? So it has to be put on again with that button pushed in....what's the problem with that? Just ask me I'll push the button for her. She doesn't have to do it all herself.

A boy tries to be self sufficient, even that's not right, I know I can get my own chocolate milk, she won't let me.....gets mad every time she seems me with the milk out the fridge, can I help it if the cheese and salad stuff happen to fall out when I get the milk out? Can I help it if I fancy a yoghurt at the same time? Jeeze..give a boy a break.


Listen, it's been fun but I have to get some sleep because round about 2am I need to get up and make sure mummy isn't fed up with daddy. I think she does get fed up with him because whenever I go in her room she is asleep with her back to daddy, so I help her, I get in there with them and I wriggle a lot til daddy gets tired of being kicked and then he gets out, then I get mummy to myself and she can talk to me while I play with her ear, I have to pinch it a bit hard sometimes to make sure she doesn't just fall asleep and miss the fun of having me all to herself.
I think she's lucky to have me...she'd be very bored and waste too much time doing stuff like sleeping or looking at a tidy house if it weren't for me. They say I am the last baby they will have, just as well, they'd never make another one like me, always best to quit while you're ahead I say.