Welcome to the world.

Introducing Tomas Edward Whitaker....
Product of The Irritable Uterus and Big Dougie.
Little brother and future scapegoat of 'Bugga' and 'Scarti'.

Born 7.08pm, Wednesday 25th October 2006.

7pds 12ozs.

Mummy and I went on another road trip to see Auntie Kate and Tomas. There were lots of bendy, twisty, steep roads to drive down (so I'm told, I was sleeping off all those 5 am wake up calls I've been giving Mummy!) and lots of opportunities to laugh at Mummy and her wonderful singing.
Mummy and Auntie Kate are having fantasies of Tomas and I fighting, sorry I meant playing together when we're bigger and sharing hand me down clothes.

Tomas, The International League of Infant Anarchists welcomes you to it's ranks.

Three days without a virus!

Yep, that is the sum total of the time I have been without some form of lurgie since I started childcare. I have given a good host body to a whole range of colds and gastrointestinal anomalies. Mummy is getting kind of sick of it, which I think is rather hypocritical given that Mummy has facilitated children's diseases all her adult life. (Sorry Amanda, if you're reading this, Mummy said to say that she like, totally understands it's not your fault!)

Now Mummy's watching my nappy carefully and telling me if I do one of those impressive mega poos we won't be able to go to Lachie's house this morning......I must control my bowel, I must control my bowel.

And another thing..... when does daylight savings start? I've woken up at 5am every morning this week.....Not a good way to make a Mummy happy.

A Blanket Apology

To my dear members of The International League of Infant Anarchists,

Comrades, I feel that I must apologise for my disgraceful conduct of late. You look to me as a role model, as a leader in the field of infant anarchy.... and I have let you down.

Certainly there are some areas of guerrilla warfare that I have managed to 'maintain the rage' such as crying whenever the adults are out of my direct line of vision and my extensive research into projectile vomiting, but I feel I am sorely lacking in so many areas.

Apparently, (and Mummy is screaming at me not to type this in fear of activating Murphy's law.... No Mummy! Put down the wooden spoon, Mummy! I'll be a good boy, Mummy!) I slept through the night last night. I'm sorry, I am sooo sorry! I endeavour to never let it happen again.

Kiss my.....

Does my bum look big in this?

Look what I can do!

I can also chant Dad Dad incessantly and hold my own bottle!

Days off...

Okay, I think I'm finally getting into the swing of this Day Care thing. Jellybeans early in the week and then home with the folks the rest of the time.

The nice ladies (I added that just to get Mummy's goat after the seminal Early Childhood text 'Not just nice ladies' - Thank you Anne Stonehouse!) at Day Care have been raving about me to Mummy and Daddy- What a great sleeper I am, How well I self settle to sleep, What a great eater I am etc etc. This has given the parents a great ego boost.

On Thursday, day one of parole Mum and I went to Mum's group in the park where there was some funny looking people doing some funny looking dance.

Mummy said it was to try and tempt the rain gods (they should try washing the car and leaving the clothes on the line!) and that this was my daily dose of culture.

After that we went over to Callum's house to paddle in his pool and admire his ability to raise his tummy off the ground in an attempt to crawl....damn, wish I could do that!

On Thursday we went to Aunty Colette's house supposedly to help her get ready for going to Vanuatu, but she and Mummy decided it was all too hard and went out for a boozy lunch instead. At the restaurant we were entertained by a baby brown snake that was slithering under our table, kinda like this....I thought it looked good enough to eat.

Colette had this really cute Muppet of a floor mop puppy that she was looking after to give to her Mum. I didn't like it much though, not as polite as Nellie.

Mummy wants to know....

Who would play you in the 'Movie of the Week' version of your life?

See ya, Unkie Al!

Unkie Al is moving to the big smoke....you'd better be back in time to play spiderman with me!

Retribution

Never fear, members of The International League of Infant Anarchists! I found a way to pay back my parents for the crime of placing me in Day Care. I've had a cold since Thursday, which has given me great mileage on the snot displacement front, and now I have spent the last day perfecting the art of projectile vomiting. Daddy, in particular is proud of the way I can vomit and come up smiling and laughing a moment later (he just wants me to keep being sick so that he can stay home from work with me tomorrow!).

I knew it was too good to be true!

Damn those parents of mine. Just when I was all happy and content, they have gone and spoilt it all!
On Tuesday morning Mummy got me up ridiculously early and made me get dressed. After what seemed like a terribly long time in the car, we arrived at Jellybeans Correctional Institution and then Mummy left me there. 'Fine' I thought, this is just another 'little play', but she left me there.....all day. Daddy finally came and rescued me and took me home in time for a play, dinner and bed. I went to be safe in the knowledge that this was an isolated incident and that tomorrow things would be back to normal.
I was wrong, oh how wrong I was! They expected me to go back the next day.
Sooooo not impressed.

Memo to The International League of Infant Anarchists: What can we do about this?

Halcyon Days

I think that these may be the best days of my infancy....My party was a hit, all the grandparents and cousins have gone home and Mummy and I have just been rolling around on the back lawn. Yes, truly these are the salad days of babyhood.

Mummy would like to add that she takes no responsiblilty for the dirt on my bum in this photo.

Definition of Gorgeous

This is me and my Mummy's friend Laurinda.....

Cute huh?

Driving out the Devil

Okay I've finally figured out what all the visitors and comings and goings were about.....It was my christening today. I had to sit through church, have various parts of my good self anointed and washed and then smile for the cameras. I have also been cuddled, kissed and held by sooooo many friends and relatives, that my cuddle arms are going to fall off! But seriously, I loved the attention and spent most of my time grinning, squealing and hamming it up for the camera.
Mummy and Aunty Melissa took it upon themselves to open my presents......Wow, you guys really love me - thanks!

And a big thank you to Aunty Josie and Unkie Aaron for being my godparents and to everyone who helped out.