You looking at me?

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Well, who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the heck do you think you're talkin' to? Oh yeah? Huh?

Don't you mess with me, I am one bad a' mo' fo'. My olds p me off and I lay an extra creamy one into the folds of my shanks as a special treat.

My bro' get on the wrong side of me and I spit on his trains.

So if any of you want a go, just bring it on, I am the one with the Mohawk and the attitude. I know who is dissin' me and I am looking at you little overseas Thomae. You are pretenders to the throne.

Asher "The Enforcer"

Me & My Buddies

Here's a photo of me and some of my baby buddies (that's me on the far right). We get online and riff about baby stuff - ya know - nappies, boobies, pooping... that sort of thing.








I am now 3 months old and really really cute. I am gooing and laughing and smiling up a storm for my parents.

Mum had nappy brain and forgot to take me to my 3 month Plunket check-up the other day, so I don't know exactly how fat I am getting. I'll let you know next Wednesday (if Mum can remember this time!!).

I'm off to the airport tomorrow with Team Thomas (the No. 1 Team Thomas that is - not that so-called self-styled lot over in American Samoa) to see off my Uncle Nick who is going overseas for years and years. Won't I have changed the next time he sees me?

OK, I am off to my cot for some much needed and well-earned sleep. Sweet dreams y'all.