You've gotta wonder

Dad took me out for a spin yesterday arvo, as a thunderstorm gathered. Mum was fairly skeptical about our chances of getting back unwashed, but a quick turn of pace down Ruckers Hill meant we got home with only one drop on the basinette - bonza.
Later, Dad commented on my persistent efforts to shed excess clothing (Mum continually puts blankets back on top of me when I kick them off, saying I'll get cold!). He reckons I'm training to be a stripper, to which Mum quipped "Like one of those Chipmunks". I've tried Googling Chipmunk Strippers but just get pictures of furry rodents with big teeth... I'm confused.

tinnie

Had my 1st tinnie last night - can't say I was hugely impressed. Dad gets green fizzy tinnies, whereas mine's called SA-26 or somit; no bubbles and strangely milky in colour... hmm. Tasted like rat's piss, but after half an hour of protestations I decided I was too hungry not to drink it. Normal service has resumed today, thankfully.
Mum slept in this morning (I did warn her it was time to wake around 6am, but she dozed off again after a feed...) so we were late for kids' group. No harm done - none of the gurls turned up, although I did get into a face-off with Maxwell (honestly, imagine calling yer kid after coffee?). He blinked and then I fell asleep.
Dad keeps on trying to get me off to sleep - something about having to work or else there'll be no food on the table. Doesn't really bother me, since Mum's providing sustenance :-)

hung out to dry

After a particularly volcanic emission of korma, Dad reckoned the best thing would be to put me in the washing machine and then hang me out to dry. Fortunately Mum intervened in time, and then Dad ripped his fave pair of shorts - that'll learn him.

A stab in the dark

The outgoing Victoria Police Chief, is credited with overseeing a fall in violent crime, but as so often, the statistics ignore the problems of the youf of 2day. Only this week, I went up to Northcote Town Hall to hang with some mates from dahood, and we were viciously attacked by women wielding needles.

Fortunately, most of us escaped with a jab in each leg, although I did see a couple spiked in the bum. Quite frankly, getting a sticker as compensation is totally inadequate, and as for the words 'This is going to hurt mum more than you'... tosh!

Here are a couple more pics... I guess I should retract my statement that Dad's a dill, since the loo is now "functioning better than ever" according to Mum, but how it took him 3 days to work out how to fit a washer correctly beats me.

dill

Dad's a dill. He tried fixing the leaking toilet cistern this arvo while we were out, and has ended up making it worse. Honestly, you can't turn your back without him fiddling with stuff, although sometimes it works, like getting a cable for the teev aerial (Mum - rabbits ears are so 1980s!). He's quite pleased with a 50% success rate, but I suspect Mum isn't, and I don't think plugging a cable into the wall counts as a major engineering achievement.
We just watched a dvd of Dad's interview on ABC International's News Hour last week. I was a bit disappointed we had to wait 'til after all coverage of the global international financial crisis (yawn) before the interesting bit. Nice graphics, but Dad could've done with longer in make-up - he looked bloody knackered.
Friday was busy - went up to check on the maternal health nurse. She's doing quite well, all things considered, but hasn't put on much weight since I last saw her. I, on the contrary, have put on over 500g - thanks Mum! Keep the booster juice coming...
Otherwise, not much else to report. They've got me on some belladonna-based magic potion to combat wind. It doesn't taste too bad, and I did a spectacular yellow poo this morning, so I guess it works.