Discovered something better than boobies!

Hard to open though!

Me watching hi-five from my box seat...

I love hi five, mum even sings the songs to me though she whinges about the tunes being stuck in her head. In fact she goes to work and starts singing "I'm super super nathen...". I think that Nathen is her favourite but mine is Charlie, I think that she is very "motherly"!



This is me on a typical morning watching hi-five, Mum and Dad wnet off and bought me two episodes when they realised that it wasn't as irritating as the wiggles (whoever they are {dad mutters something about old crap sydney bands} or as purile as teletubbies {no matter how good the role models are; dad says tinkie winkie rocks, for a psycho trannie})

Oscar at work

Portrait of Kosh

Photo phone shots

The following images were shot on a photo phone cos when we moved house in January the fuckhead removalists kicked the camera bag around the room (in spite of it being placed as safely as possible). Dad didn't notice until after they had been paid. So Dad sent it off to get repaired and Ricoh Australia forgot about it and had to be reminded to fix it (2+ months later Dad got it back). Pretty slack service from Ricoh but that didn't stop them charging a fortune for the repairs.

Squeaky Ninja suit

This is me in my new ninja outfit... Thanks Melinda

Me on the lawn

This is me on the lawn. Dad took these sort of cos he has some similer photos taken by his mum (my granny) on the lawn from when he was my age.

PEmily's baptism

I went to PEmilies baptism on the weakend. Great fun, running away from the priest and eating cake and basically running amock in the house of god. Dad didn't burst into flames either (Mum was a little worried that he might!). Dad says that as I have been baptised I ought not burst into fire despite dad being my dad!



This was me attempting to climb the candle stick, the dude in the frock behind me was awesome and let me run amock, play with balloons and even act my age! A very cool mellow man for a Jesuit!



The PEmilies and their newly consecrated God parents! Bring on the sacrificial knife I say! Reminds me of the story of Issac!



Me pole dancing again :-)

Squeaky Oscar back online

Well, I've finally convinced Dad that PICASSA is a piece of shite and Google is just an advertising company with a search engine.

Consequently he's finally given up on picassa and decided to do the blog for me manually. This might mean that there won't be as many posts but compared to the amount he's done since picassa went crappy that will be an improvement.

So here it is, the new post...

PS I have to get dad to type cos I can't reach the keys, also he whinges when I smash them...

Cousins Cayden & Destin

Looking about New Zealand

Odd place



 

Me kitted up for New Zealand

 

Don visits from NY

Image 1. Don showed up from NY and used me as a pillow!

Image 2. I'm still acting as a pillow!

Image 3. Don finds the real pillow!
 

I learn to drive before dad does!

Img 1 -2: Here you have me in my first driving lessons. I think that at this rate I'll get my Licence before dad does (slacker).

Img 3: A little bit of congestion on the road caused this little outburst, not so much road rage as genuine frustration. Don't they know that they should give way to the left or what?

 

Images from the stroller

Img 1: Professor Snape makes it ot Newtown.

Img 2: Girl band that sounded a little like 'the slits' playing in Newtown outside of the hub.

Img 3: More of the crusty newtown thing.

Img 4: Check out the couple outside of the chemist! Of course I am sure that it istotally innocent and that they were in fact engaged in rubbing feet and not fellatio!


 

A couple of visitors and some views from the stroller

Img 1: The Zounis Family invade my playland!

Img 2: Me posing for the next edition of playbub!

Img 3: So true!

Img 4: These are the monsters that cannot be resisted!

 

A tale my Dad wrote about bathing me the other night!

Oscar is almost crawling now so that's a pretty fun thing. Tonight he managed to crap on me and he also puked on me for good measure, I love him, he's so like me!

I admit it wasn't as straight up as Oscar just poo'd all over me. Our neighbors have gone to Fiji to experience a coup first hand (which is weird cos they are both in marketing and they took their 6 month old son as well) and told us that if we wanted to we could let ourselves in and use the bath at their house (We only have a shower and to use it you have to stand in the toilet, its so f***ing cramped).

So we take advantage of this very generous offer and there we are in the bath, thinking f**k this is great, like in a hotel or whatever. Me, Fiona and Oscar making happy noises, splish, splash and suddenly there are these cute little bubbles and I'm like "That wasn't me, that was Oscar" and Fiona is like totally eyeballing me as a heartless bastard blaming a little lad like that and suddenly I'm like "hope he didn't follow through".

So we had a look and there wasn't anything, and we breathed a sigh of relief. Then Fiona got out of the bath and it all went swirling past me like f**king jaws, yuck! BOMP BOMP BOMP BOMP.

Fortunately from my time in Scotland living with "fat bastard charlie (1)" I know to just squish it all down the plug hole and think of England. So I squishes it but then I shift a little and this totally massive and somewhat flattened coffee bomb flats past. Some how I'd sat on it... So I squished that down the plughole as well and then had a shower.

(1) I lived with Fat bastard Charlie in Glasgow back in the early 90's. He wasa mad assed artist who made these collages and montages which were pretty cool. Unfortunatly for me Fat bastard charlie was so fat that he couldn't fit his ass on a toilet seat. He couldn't reach his asshole to wipe either.

Because of this disability of his he used to crap in the shower every morning and often he would attempt to squish it down the plug hole unduccesfully. Unsuccessfully because he couldn't see it below all the protruding flabber, and would often leave a choco surprise for me. He was such a fat f**k that he couldn't fit into overalls but had to cut them down the sides, then he had to safety pin them back together. So theres me, trying to have a (normally cold) shower (in the middle of Glasgow winter) with a f**king chowder under foot, every morning!