Give me it!!!

Alll I want is that shiny thing in your hand that flashes at me.

Give it to me.

Stop that flashing.

Give it to me.

I said stop the flashing.

If you don't give it to me this second I am going to creep into your room and leave little strands of ginger hair on your pillow. You will feel the pain of my affliction. You will be walking down the street tomorrow with little flecks of red hair on your collar and people will laugh you out of town.

Stop that flashing. Right...

Now look what you made me go and do. I have hurt my fragile little fist on your ugly moosh. When you come too, you will feel immense pain.

I wanna be your lover

Here I am with a little girl, I think she likes me. She is giving me the silent treatment, a sure fire sign that she wants to kiss me the way that mummy kisses daddy. That looks kind of the same as mongi drinking milk from her bowl.

I have been trying really really hard to walk since I met this young lass. I am going to show her my pace the next time I meet her. Who could resist a ginger that does the 100 in under 10 seconds.

Bye all

Happy Birthday to Me!!

2 seconds after this photo was taken the candle was snuffed out.... WITH MY HAND! Pop Art was not holding my other hand securely and the inevitable happened. I did not whimper and I did not cry as hot candle wax dripped from my tiny digits.


I loved my Elmo cake and all my pressies. But most of all I loved having all my relatives and friends come to spend the day with me. I am now 1 year old and no longer a baby. I've caught Mummy crying a few times but she won't tell me why. I hope it's not because I am a "ginger person" (according to Jude).



Here I am with my big brother Jude and a Mushabelly.

Hang on a mo! How come the big kids are playing with all my toys? The popular present in question was actually the gift I got from Uncle Jez, Aunty Debs and Cousin Nerys. It is a Bob the Builder interactive steering wheel and driving thingee.

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