Tales From The Crib

Parents Pooping

2006-11-23T08:42:00.000+08:00

I engage in deep thoughts while lying in my crib watching the musical mobile go round and round and round and round and.... *gurgle*

My most recent thought was about outings with Mummy and Daddy. I still don't get to go out much because Daddy says I am still too young (he's got a tonne of excuses in his 'bag') but I believe that since I'm turning 4 months next week, these outing frequencies will increase. I look forward to the outings, Daddy! But spare me the trip to the doctors for my jabs. Those things hurt!!

Anyway, I was thinking about what Mummy or Daddy would do if they needed to wee wee or poop if they were out with me. I have the convenience of a disposable toilet attached to my waist all the time so I can wee wee or poop anytime I need to - or just for kicks. But Mummy and Daddy can't. So, do they leave me with a stranger when they need to go? That worried me.

Then, I came across this product. It allows me to be suspended on the toilet stall's door while Daddy goes. I hope he suspends me on the outside, though. *eek*

Bed Boundaries

2006-11-22T13:28:00.000+08:00

When it is time for everyone at my home to go to sleep, I get to sleep between Mummy and Daddy. It is alright except I can't stretch my arms as much as I want to and frequently hit Daddy in the face or on his back. He doesn't seem to mind because he sleeps through it all.

But what I didn't realise was how much bed space Daddy takes up! Last night, Daddy was not feeling too well and came home coughing. I knew all his frequent grumbling would lead to this. Am I clever or what?

Anyway, as a result of his cough, Daddy slept on our sofa last night. And suddenly, the bed felt like an island! So much of space for me! I could swing my arms around without hitting anyone! I was so excited, I kept waking Mummy up to play.

Wonder if Daddy is feeling better today..... hmmm....

Crib Candor

2006-11-17T19:34:00.000+08:00

People who have money have power.

Is that why Daddy is paying our electricity bills every month?

*toothless grin*

Attention... Captain On Deck!

2006-11-16T23:52:00.000+08:00

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.