Twenty-one today, twenty-one today, twenty-one weeks tod...
Oi!
Where's my ice cream then, eh... yous bastards! Bastards!
I'm going to rock this seat over and bite your knees. Grunt! You got no manners. When I get out of here I'm gonna do you!
Dear diary,
Twenty-one today, twenty-one today, twenty-one weeks tod...
Oi!
Where's my ice cream then, eh... yous bastards! Bastards!
I'm going to rock this seat over and bite your knees. Grunt!
You got no manners.
When I get out of here I'm gonna do you!
This being a baby is not fair, I tell you. OK, so I get fed regularly, and changed on demand, and carried around... but it isn't fair. I want my share of the yummy stuff. I'm ready to go beyond cereal, Mum!
By the way, where are we? Curanjong? Cunjarong? Nice wet bits.
I see Sis has a boyfriend at the moment. He'll never last. She threw Dan over for Mathias, and now the cat's away... well, you know how it goes. I attribute her success to the fact that she likes to take her clothes off, that's all.
Week 20
Week 16
Week 12
Week 9
Week 7
Week 6
Week 5
Week 4
Week 3
Week 2
Week 1
First Thoughts
My Birth Story
Merinda's First 2 Weeks for Comparison
| Home |