Attention... Captain On Deck!

Hello uncles and aunties, welcome to my bloggie.

About 3 1/2 months ago, I made my entrance into the world on a peaceful Saturday evening. I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Mummy's tummy. It was warm, dark and cosy. I loved curling up in there but from time to time, I needed to stretch out. That's when I'd hear Mummy saying "He's kicking!" I wasn't sure if she liked it or not so I curled back up and tried to get some sleep.

On that Saturday evening, I started feeling all uncomfortable and it frightened me quite a bit. I think Mummy felt my pain too because I heard her say "We need to go see the doctor". I wasn't sure who she was talking to but the man's voice that responded was one I frequently heard - usually grumbling and nagging about something or other. Not long after, she got into the car which I recognised. It felt like a roller-coaster ride in that car. The car was rough and it felt like it was kicking me. So, I kicked back. Mummy would say "He kicks everytime we're in this car. I think he likes it." She was wrong.

I felt Mummy lie down and I tried to relax. But I was still feeling very uncomfortable. Not long after, I felt her being rushed somewhere and within minutes, a bright light came shining through my lovely warm world of darkness. I yelled "Turn off the lights". No one bothered. I started shivering and a lady wrapped me in a thick yellow towel. After about ten minutes, I was put in see-through trolley and wheeled out of the room and into a hallway, still complaining about the bright lights. A nurse shouted to someone, asking him to come over quickly. I toned down to see who it was. A tall dark man appeared in my view. He had close-cropped hair and a goatee. And... yikes!! He had ear-studs on his left ear!! Who was this wierdo? Then I heard a doctor ask "Do you want to carry your son?" "Maybe later", he responded nervously. I'd recognise that voice anywhere! Mr Naggy!! Oh no! This was my Daddy? I yelled again!!

As it turns out, Daddy wan't too bad. Despite his attempts at looking cool with his black sports car (that was what was kicking me... hmph!), his goatee and the ear-studs, he is still a geek at heart. He has cluttered our home with computers, audio and video equipment. But I don't mind his new plasma TV. Its kind of cool to watch Sesame Street and Dr Seuss on such a large screen - like a private baby cinema! Watching TV excites me so much that I always poop while in front of the tele. Mummy thinks it is adorable. I don't. Try sitting in poo.

Both Mummy and Daddy love me very much. Mummy is absolutely wonderful. Through my pooping and peeing - on her - while she desperately changes my diapers, my regular crying for food and her lack of sleep through this all, she still smiles when she looks at me. I guess I am a good looking young man. And although I don't get to spend much time with Daddy (he works and sleeps), I can't wait to grow up so that us guys can hang out. Daddy always teases "You want to go to Burger King?" I'm going to hold him to that.

So, this is the beginning of my new bloggie. I'll have more stories to tell you so do check back from time to time.

This is Captain Crib, signing off.