Home sweet home

We've been pretty busy for the last few days. I got home on Tuesday night because the hospital was too busy and too stuffy and I wanted to see my Crib. As a newborn you never really know what kind of family you've been born into until you get home, you know, will I end up in a squat or a mansion. Thankfully, these guys seem to be okay, reasonable taste but a tad pretentious perhaps. Anyways, I thought I'd post a few more photos of me, enjoy.

Me and my Mummy

Spent the night with Mum last night, Daddy didn't hang around for some reason, something about having to make some phone calls, whatever those are? Anyway, I like my Mum, she's cool and she's also well hard, she can take more pain than a Mike Tyson beating and still come out smiling, don't mess!

Well it wasn't fun and it wasn't pretty

But after two week of being late and 18 hours of Mummy going through hell and back, a nice man and lady in blue overalls unzipped Mummy's tummy and helped me out. Apparently my lunch bag was blocking the exit sign so I couldn't see which way to go. After I'd been shown the way out, they showed me to this bloke who looked really happy to see me, I seem to recognise him but I'm not sure from where? So, moving along, I then get put in some kind of shiny bucket and a lady says I way 7lbs 12.5oz and I say, "take a look in the mirror darlin', you aint no ballerina yourself!", then they stretch me out and say I'm 52cm long, and all the time I'm crying as if to say, "LEAVE ME ALONE MAN!", but do they listen, do they ever. Finally, they take me to see Mummy and she looks nice and happy to see me, I look at her and think "yum yum". Anyways, this bloke who was happy to see my apparently is my Dad and see seem to be okay too, so we hung out for a bit while we waited for Mummy to finish having the zip done back up and when she came back in I had some of the sweet necta that she had goin' on from her dispensers, man that stuff was good, so good I couldn't stop drinking for an hour and a half! Now friends, at this point I'm thinking, "this aint so bad, getting to meet lots of new people, got some sweet nectar goin' on, more interesting stuff to look at than before", can you guess what happens next? Yep, they stick my in a bowl of water, in the words of Queen Victoria, "we are not amused", you dig?

Okay, okay, I get the message

So, here I come, ready or not.

Right, this is a note from the parents!!

This baby is now very late and we're getting fed up with waiting for him to arrive. If this was something that we'd ordered off the internet then we'd have cancelled our order by now and asked for a refund.....

I think we'll let Burger and Fries here express how we're feeling...