sometimes when I think of my life, as of what happens now, I think it’s pretty fairly organised so far. I mean I got my priorities. I always want to eat. and I always want to sleep. and in between I got easily bored, so I just keep on playing with my toys. but other than that, it’s fairly organised alright.

for instance, I always wake up around the same time in the morning, just as if I had my personal alarm clock already set. there were the days when my alarm clock was set for three o’clock in the morning, but since my parents weren’t really happy with me activating this clock so early, I decided to make them a favour and push it significantly forward. so now I wake up at seven o’clock in the morning, bang on time.

now don’t get me wrong, but even if I wake up that late, I have a feeling that mommy and daddy keep on pretending that they’re not where I remember seeing them before going to bed. don’t know if it ever happened to you, don’t know if it only happens to me, but I really have a feeling that this is what it is. sometimes I can hear their voices, sometimes I can hear them moving, but it just feels like they’re not really looking at me since they just don’t pick me up. sometimes one could wonder do they really love me since they don’t pick me up straight away.

“after all after the night full of party my nappy looks like halfway eaten take away box of chicken korma, if you catch my drift”

anyway after I realise that I’m in my own room, I start to get going: sometimes I talk and sometimes I sing. I’m beginning to like the sound of my own voice, just like my daddy. but I suppose that’s the topic for another time and I’ll tell you that when the time comes. anyway. when I wake up after seven o’clock that’s the time when my parents also finally get off the bed and make me some food, usually I have my breakfast.

I mean usually in the morning I’m quite thirsty so I prefer my bopop over anything else. now if you didn’t know, bopop is my bottle with milk, but I simply call it bopop. exactly the same way my mammy calls it too then I got changed. I mean I can’t say that I’m not happy with that. after all after the night full of party, my pants look like hallway eaten taken box of chicken korma, if you catch my drift. because of that I’m not fully happy with myself, that’s why I’m getting changed. but right after that happens, my morning routine takes another turn.

maybe it’s because I’m growing so fast or maybe simply because I’m just too demanding, my preferences over the food I have for my second breakfast can change within the week. for a while I was alright being fed with some mushy porridge but when I realised it’s all for the kiddies, I started to had my other cravings: raspberry and banana combo, chopped banana with yogurt, banana on its own but still beaten to a pulp. generally everything with the banana does the trick. but sometimes I was testing my parents too and was cheeky enough to ask for a second bopop. well. who am I kidding? I didn’t ask, I simply cried and let them figure out what I wanted to get.

that again started to escalate during the lunch service provided by my daddy. but more about it next time. I can see he’s tired already reading my mind, so let’s give him a moment of rest until he’ll have to feed me again, shall we?