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Thursday, January 03, 2002
You know those special baby pyjamas? (Ol' Man calls them my yimyam - maybe influenced by some eastern filosofy) They are like a little overall, except that they have buttons on the back and butt buttons (very handy to check for diper replacement issues). They make me look like a little smurf (especially the blue variants).
I developed a new custom. I succeed in getting one leg in both yimyam legs. So one yimyam leg is empty, while the other is very full of leggies. Very uncomfortable situation of course, and I need a Grownup to fix me up, most of the times in the morning after a long night of a 2-in-1-leg situation.
posted by Martin Vereecken
Thursday, January 03, 2002
Wednesday, January 02, 2002
DDDD
Today, I officially declare 2nd January as the international DDDD: Dad Destruction Derby Day. What is it? This is the first day I actually noticed damaging dad is a neat way of having a good time.
How does it work? You certainly have all kind of toys at home. Some of those toys make funny noises. Those are most fun to play with. I f.e. have a music ball that has various tunes in it, that are released once you push the Special Button. But, there are limits to these toys: if you listen enough, you find most of the tunes are fixed, and after a while you'll all know them by head. Meaning they're getting boring.
That's why living toys are much more fun to play with. I already knew in the past how much fun it is to hurt daddy, but tonight I discovered those very funny noises he produces while hurting him. And all these noises differ a lot. Some examples: - Putting your fingers in his mouth and grabbing his lips, scratching the inside of his mouth, produces Bwoamwloalmmoww variants; my tiny hands in my mouth seem to block all normal pronounciation.
- Scratching and pinching his face gives me the aaaaaawwww sound. Also, it creates some great marks on his face, a pitty they disappear after some minutes. Maybe some workout and sharper nails can accentuate the scratches, and in the end, with some luck I can leave some scars.
- Putting a finger in his ear and scratching around produces similar sounds, combined with some laughter (very strange).
Later, dad tried to play with me by holding my toy between his teeth: the best time to slam my hand against the toy to beat it out of his mouth, I guessed correctly.
Just be careful for revenge... when I cried in my little bed tonight, dad came to 'comfort' me, and while he lifted me out of my bed, he 'accidentally' banged my head against the wall. The jerk!
posted by Martin Vereecken
Wednesday, January 02, 2002
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
Although I never lived a full year, I wish you all a happy newyear. Let 2002 be a year with loads of hugs, plenty of a bacteriumthingies outside your body, Grownups that understand you (this might be too much to wish for, let's remain realistic), painless teethgrowing, bright coloured objects, noisy things, worried moms, interested daddies, gift giving grand parents, understanding pseudomoms, a lot of talking, a lot of walking, few things you want but cannot get (because a Grownup don't want you to have it), no drugs, no alcohol (yet), no falling on the floor, no scratching your face, a lot of scratching other one's face, a lot of milk (sweet), a lot to discover and a lot of happy-happy.
posted by Martin Vereecken
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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