AMK 9, Daddy 1716

It's Daddy's birthday today. He was thrilled when Mummy worked out that while I'm just 9 weeks old (plus 2 days), Daddy is 1,716 weeks old.

We had a nice time celebrating with a trip to a restaurant by the lock, where I was a good boy the whole entire time. Daddy was wearing his new jacket that Auntie Stephanie bought him (we're all so tired of him dressing like a scruffy hobo), and I helped him re-arrange his golf sticks in his new bag. Sadly, he has all the gear but simply no idea.



It was a much better day than yesterday. Although it was fun going back to Kingston Hospital to see all my old chums, it did get a bit boring. But we had to go in order to get Mummy's tummy sorted out. They suspect she might have a stone in there, which sounds odd but apparently it's just a sign of too much good livin'. Bravo, I say.

AMK

It's a Jungle out There. And in My Room Too.

Big day today: I'm flying the nest and moving out of M&D's room. I simply can't take any more of their snoring, fussing and hushed debates all through the night; a growing boy needs his sleep.

I insisted Daddy finish off my room by putting up some pictures and generally tidying up the place. Of course he almost made a great hash of it, but thankfully Mummy and Auntie Stephanie were on hand to keep him in check and I now have pictures of a lion, a zebra and a giraffe on my wall. In all honesty, it looks pretty damn good.


Auntie Stephanie and me had some fun while M&D were fretting about my room. She bought me a big Lion for my play mat, which I gave a good thrashing with my best right-left-right punch combos.

I'm looking forward to the time when I can get the train to see Auntie Stephanie on my own. I think we'll have lots of fun.

AMK

Posse Up, Let's Roll. Just Don't Give me no Hubbard.

Some of my chums live life according to a strict regime: a routine adhered to with military precision and determination. If they don't eat on the hour, wee at quarter past, snooze for 20 minutes and then play for 18 minutes until bathtime then they get a wee bit cranky, a little tetchy.

These crazies generally follow Gina Fordin much the same way Travolta and Cruise subscribe utterly to Hubbard - it's a religion.

Thankfully, while M&D seem to like the idea of getting me into a 'flow' they're not controlling maniacs and sometimes we just roll. And today we rolled all the way to Purley after Auntie Lynne, Edward and The Doctor invited us over for a barbeque.

The Doctor and me go way back. I met him when just a young boy of 2 weeks, over at Royal Holloway, but this was the first time I'd been introduced to Auntie Lynne and Edward. I can now recommend the Ratas as thoroughly nice folk, who can lay on a tip top spread.

E-Dog (my name for young Edward, now he's in my crew), was very funny and we played some nice games on my mat. He's also got a radio controlled bird. M&D were easily amused by The Doctor's giant cinema screen, so all in all we had a tip top time and I can't wait to roll back to the Ratas again soon.

AMK

It's Not All Fun, Fun, Fun. Or Is It?

It's very easy for Mummy and me to feel thoroughly hard done by. Daddy pops off to work each morning for a jolly old time, while we slog it out at home through a daily trauma of feeding, burps, feeding, play time, shopping, tidying up and lunching with the ladies.

All the while it seems that Daddy feels the same way; he claims that work is far from a daily doddle and deep down believes that we just lark about at home.

But the weight of evidence is on our side! You see, Daddy came home early today and thankfully Mummy and me were slogging away at our chores. Things are so tough, in fact, that even at 8 weeks old Mummy makes me help her out - as this picture demonstrates.

In all honesty, we're normally in front of Bargain Hunt and eating cake from 2pm until 6ish. Just don't tell Daddy.

AMK

Lights, Camera, Action

Point of view movies come and go. Popular in the horror genre, they get you closer to the action. To that end, here's a clip that will hopefully make GG and Nana coo (although it may have the breast-feeding brigade up in arms).



To avoid the wrath of the censor, however, I have decided not to post the movie clip entitled 'Snot Stick'. I have a cold, you see, and aside from the drops and room atomisers there's a devlish invention that helps young dudes like me "evacuate excess mucas" with the help of a very brave parent.

In honesty, neither M or D fancy testing out this bit of kit and are happier to let me cough, splutter, snore and snort my way through the night.

I approve.

AMK