Month01

Well this is the day it all started, my life that is. I can tell you that it wasn't all beer and skittles either. First I was all warm and cozy inside my mother. Not having to worry about anything and having everything done for me. Then all of a sudden I am getting yanked out into the cold, cruel world. So if I don't look too amused in these pictures, you'll understand why.

This is a picture of me and my nanna Walsh on the first day of my birth	Don't we make a lovely couple?	This is my dad. I can't work out whether he is proud or just plain shocked	This is my other grandma, Nanny Barron. One wants to be called nanna and the other nanny. I think they are just trying to confuse me	Peek-a-boo nanna	Hold me tight nanny. After what I just went through, I don't want to be dropped on the ground

This getting dotted on is pretty good fun. I could get used to this	No, I'm not a red head...this stuff all over my head is blood (gross)	First I was all warm and happy inside, and now this	I'm going to need a lot of pampering to get over this trauma	And what's the this in my mouth. It's all slimy and warm	This is me just before my first ever bath. Check out the size of those...er...feet

I don't know what this lady is doing. But I wish she would hurry up	Mmmm...this feels like being back inside mummy again	This other lady is doing something with my feet. Maybe she is checking if they are for real	This is the first time I ever met my mum....on the outside anyway	At last, some piece and quiet
Well lots happened this first week. After I got used to the initial shock of the birth, I started to meet everyone. My mum and dad of course. And my two grandmothers' were there to greet me when I came out also. We received lots of cards and flowers from all the other relatives and friends. This first week was also full of lots of firsts.....my first bath, my first feeding, my first ride in a car......oh and my first full nappy (yuck). Not only that, but at the end of a this week, I got to go home with mum and dad. I was very excited about that. Not that you can tell from the photos. My main concerns at this time were getting enough to eat and having a dry bum.

This is my mum changing me for the first time	I bet she didn't realise she would be doing this about a million times	This thing I am sucking on is pretty good. But soon found out mummy has something even better	Dad reckons that mum is a pretty good kisser. Now I know what he means	This is my dad and me	Some days you just don't want a camera shoved in your face

I soon realised that doing this gets you fed, changed and cuddled	Someone put this peg thing on me and I'm a bit worried where else they plan on putting one	I take it this is what they mean when they talk about getting in touch with your femine side	I hope my dad isn't making fun of me in my new clothes. They were given to me by my aunty Rosie	This is my cousin Amy. We love spending time together	This was my last nights sleep in hospital. It will be good to go home

This is mum carrying me home from the hospital. Isn't she just gorgeous?	Once outside, there seemed to be this strange big, yellow ball in the sky	Almost there	Getting into this thing is about as hard as it looks	Here we are home at last. And what a beautiful day it was too
Week two and I'm starting to look a little more like a boy then a cabbage patch doll. I've also started looking a round a lot more and exploring my new world. One of the best things I have found out about the new place is the cuddles. Everyone wants to pick me up and snuggle with me. I love it. The only trouble is they eventually put me down and I have to start crying just to get them to pick me up again....very inconsiderate, I thought. Week two was also the first time I got to go out for a decent pram ride. Mum and dad took me to the local cemetery. They showed me where my grand dad was burried. I never got to meet him. He died of cancer two years before I was born. Dad talks about him all the time. I wish I had gotten to meet him.

I must admit, I'm a pretty good looker	If I could get a little closer, I'm sure I could get that thing in my mouth	Just testing out the ol' lungs	Sorry mum, but a kiss just won't cut it this time	Some days it's just doesn't pay to get out of bed	Don't tell mum and dad, but this smile is only wind

I'm ready for my close up Mr De ville	Dad, can you please get out of the way of the telly?	Sometimes I worry about that man	The olympics huh? Looks like a lot of blury colours to me	Every now and then mum and dad stick this big thing in my gob....tastes good though	Oh the humanity!

This is my very first pram ride. Don't I look happy....NOT!	That's dad pushing me. I hope he knows where the brakes are	If this is what you look like when you are burbed. Then i'll pass	This is my aunty Sallyanne feeding me. She's the one that keeps making all the strange noises at me	Dad does try hard, but I think he should stick to updating my web page	I like this picture of mum and I. We certainly enjoy our cuddles

This suit pooh suit was given to me by my other aunty Amanda. Bet you never guessed that mum loved pooh bear (groan)	Mum's pushing me this time. We are going over to check out the cemetery	Mum, Grand dad and I sharing a special moment	I'm not all that active in this picture. neither would you be if you slept 18 hours a day
As you can see there aren't too many pictures of this week. That's because mum and dad took me on a trip to Sydney and haven't gotten the photos developed yet....Slackers!

This is a picture of me with my cousin Matthew. He's the one with the non-white clothes on	I don't know what all this stuff is on my face, but at least it's getting me heaps of attention	Mum says that this is the way I will look when I am fifteen. What ever that means

Month One