Me, me, me!

It appears that Granny Annie has been bugging father over his inability to update my blog every day - so I have given him permission to add some new photos to this site.
Father will be reprimanded.

Here is father and me napping after after a particularly long day of pooping and eating (and that was just him).
People say we look similar - I don't see it...


My parents are getting so lazy now that I have to hold my own bottle - I'm only 20 days old for crying out loud (which I do, frequently).
Do you like my snazzy new gloves? They are being used to stop me scratching at my baby acne - how embarrassing.


Usually while I am feeding, I get a moment to think up another diabolical scheme. In this picture I just thought of one.
Excellent...


Here's a closer shot of my acne - I tried to tell father that cooking oil was no substitute for baby lotion, but he wouldn't listen.


Whilst lounging on the couch, watching CSI - Changing Table, I like to fashion a crude nest for myself from discarded blankets and boppy cushions.


I call this my Hugh Hefner pose - I've just emptied the contents of a bottle and now I'm kicking back and waiting for the bottom rumbles to begin.
Hello, ladies...


I'm practising yoga to keep in shape - it also helps with digestion.
I call this the 'broken windmill'.


One of my grandmas has come to visit - I call this one Granny Gill. She seems to be unable to let go of me - she must have something sticky on her hands (possible leakage - my bad).


One of my aunties is visiting too - this is Auntie Rajwant. She is very nice - she massages my feet every day with baby lotion. A guy could get used to this.


Finally, here I am in my jedi robes. I'm hoping a kindly couple of moisture farmers will adopt me and help me fulfill my destiny. Failing that, I can always use mind tricks on my weak minded parents.
'Gooo aand get meee some miiilllkkk...'



Hope that's enough to keep you happy - more soon!

HJB out.