Feyo was born on 26th April 2001. While many of you might think he's a cute little angel (even the parents), it is not so.

Duvelke means Little Demon: indeed, Feyo is the cutest Antichrist ever!

Thursday, October 11, 2001


These are very confusing times. Everybody seems to have an opinion about the situation in Afghanistan. We know about 20% of what is going on, but this surely is enough to have an opinion. Opinions are good. Opinions are like a fresh diper: it takes away the confusion and smell caused by a filled diper. It makes us feel certain and self confident.

You should not confuse this with the truth itself. The truth is the diper filled with slippery mass, and you cannot tell whether this is good or bad.

Anyway, I feel obliged to say what I'm thinking about the current situation. A lot of things actually. I'm certain Bin Laden did a very naughty thing and from my point of view, they should take away his comforter for the rest of his entire life. Then again, he has that beard to suck on, so this might not be enough to punish him. By the way, I don't understand a single word of what he says, so maybe his servants misunderstood the instructions: he orders them: "Get me a glass of water", they looked at eachother and said: "What? He wants us to demolish the WTC Towers?".

What about bombing Afghanistan and dropping food at the same time? This can be very confusing for the Afghan people: if they hear a plane, should they run away and hide for it, or should they be happy and try to get as close as possible? And what about the medicines in a package? English explanation included? For people isolated from the rest of the world, this can be tricky. Maybe some young Afghan men are chewing on the pill to make sure they don't get any headaches of those bombing noises.

There's been a lot of talk about the possibility of a biological war. Perhaps terrorist get their ideas from the media: "Hey, never really thought about this, but yep, we could use biological weapons! Thanks!" Also, I don't understand what's wrong with biological weapons. They're probably very good for Mother Nature, otherwise they wouldn't be called biological, right?

Anyway, I like CNN almost as much as Ketnet: bright colours, sensational action, cool airplanes,... it all looks very exciting for one not knowing what war is all about.

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

I like the attention I get from my parents, and they go nuts when you give them some attention back. On the other hand, if you don't, you even get more attention. They wonder what's wrong, they'll do everything to make you notice them. I already explained that this pathetic behaviour is due to the fact that they need you in order to survive their boring

Our lives are not boring at all. When you're a newborn kid, you lack a clear vision on the world (literally). Many weeks later, you start to see your environment, and you think the stupid laughing face of mom and dad is all there is. Luckily enough, after some time, you see this is not the end, it's only the beginning of what there is to see, their faces are only the obstruction to all the beautiful things there are to discover.

Today, I only look at them if I'm not too busy doing other stuff. If I don't see an interesting object that needs some of my saliva. There is a very object oriented approach going on at this moment. My autograb feature is working 24/7; from a parental sight it's impossible to prevent my busy hands from taking things.

Reaction speed is measured in milliseconds: observe-reach-grab-mouth...(pause)...parent takes object away...scanning for new close-target object... found! O-R-G-M cycle starts over. A new era in parental exhausting has started!

Tuesday, October 09, 2001


Up till now, I have been very patiently about the way my parents deal with my education. It's a little hell sometimes, but as you know, I feel rather comfortable in such an environment. There are some good sides to it as well (only two actually: the food/hug combo, but I'm not a complaining kind of person; I leave that up to my Ol'Man).

I can handle my life, because I have an outlet: as you know, I go out at night, have a good time in the secret baby community where I have important responsibilities as a leader. We gather there to meet, drink some milk, exchange comforters and talk about the major issues of the 21st Century, change the world on-the-fly.

This was then. Things have changed. They have taken my freedom! This is what happened: as you remember from past writings, when I came back after I went out, I could be in all possible positions while my parents were entering the room. This is mostly the case when I was caught by surprise. I then pretended to sleep. Mom covered me with blankets and she felt my cold skin (cold from being outside).

However, her conclusion is: "My little cuty seems to be very active during the night, it's like he moves too much in his sleep and we sometimes hear mom's best friend play too. Maybe it's better to put him in a sleeping bag, so he's covered all night and he doesn't catch a cold." So this is what they put me in during the night. Mom think it's cute to see as well; she says I look like I little mermaid.

A sleeping bag! I can't move my legs! 50% of my body is immobilized! I cannot go out any more! I'm a prisoner in my own house! What will be the next thing? Hannibal Lector's muzzle?

Monday, October 08, 2001

New sound features available!

Earlier, I had some very primitive means of expressing my emotions: I could either cry or not cry. You could call it the binary communication method: 0=happy/neutral, 1=unhappy/pain. This was very similar behaviour to how daddy deals with emotions: to talk means he's happy/neutral, not to talk+pokerface means: something is wrong/he's angry. It's a little more difficult than this, because he wears his pokerface also when he's busy pressing computer buttons. Oh true, this is the same: dad behind his computer=troubles, either causing or either trying to solve them by causing new troubles.

Anyway, I'm out of this primitive pattern (while dad is stuck in his): I developed some new ways of expressing my feelings. My throat seems to be capable of far more sounds than the limited, yet powerful capability of screaming as loud as possible. Although this is still one of my most popular ways of confusing my beloved ones.

For example, there's the Suffocating Lunatic sound, mostly demonstrated after dinner: I make the noise of somebody suffocating while making strange gestures with my head. Mom and dad still don't know what's it all about. It's my personal way of thanking Mother Nature for the excellent meal (despite the chemical milk powder).

There's also the first attempt to express a word: you would hear it as njaaanjaanjaa, but in my head, it represents a much more complicated structure. Too complicated for a normal grownup, therefor also too difficult to explain hear. I just use njaanjaa... to make it easy for you guys. Still mom thinks I try to say maaamaa. People only hear what they want to hear.

Final example for today: the Girl Scream. It's a very high, enthusiastic sound to express I'm in a very good mood and I like very much what surrounds me. This can be a bear (eatable), a plastic or fabric toy (both eatable), a book (eatable). I'll inform you of more coming sounds in the future.

I also have a guestbook, so if you want to leave a message, just go ahead and click my head.

If you want to see it, click my eyes and use your eyes.

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