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DAD I WANT MY NOSE BACK!! stop pinching it.

I have Friends

I dont want you to get the impression that Im one of those nerds that doesnt leave the computer, I have real friends you know, Ok they might be all Virgos and we may be of a similar age but we hang out together each week and monitor each others secret powers, we all have our talents, theres Willow right she does this amazing commando crawl I have never seen anything move that fast (except my 4 legged fury friends they certainly put their skates on when they hear me squealing) Then theres Lucy boy can that girl hit the high octives when she squeals we all sit up and shut up in awe, I wish I could command that much attention in an instant..note to ones self must work on the high pitch scales. Then there is Amy the ginger ninja who can flip from one end of the room to the other in a quiet stealth mode. Harriet has this amazing wrist twirl that could throw numbchucks for miles and Lana has some rippling Abs for a chick with a perfect manicure and fluttery eyelashes...and together we are the Virgo Vixins ready to stomp out baby crime in a creche near you. Ok so there are a couple of boys in the group and we have to give them some kind of token task so Rupert and Arion are designing the VV site for us, hey boys working behind the scenes is just as important as busting baby crime and we do apreciate all the work your doing on raising our profile. so I do have outside interest away from this blogging. Regarding the photo due to a clash in diary management Harriet and Willow couldn't be at the photo shoot, the boys will photoshop them in at a later date.

Me and Grandma

This photo is of me and Grandma. I have been up to my usual tricks of keeping everyone up all night so Grandma and the rest of the family were looking a bit ragged (tee hee)

Anyway, Grandma thinks I'm cute, and I am sure I will be able to use that to my advantage just as soon as I work out this speaking business.

Me and Nana, on my first holiday in Queensland

This photo is of me and Nana (I know it should be Nana and I but heck, I am only 7 1/2 months old.) Me and Mum went up to Nana's place last year in november, and here I am hanging with Nana on the floor.

Queensland was great, warm and sunny and Nana and Pop spoilt me, I can't wait until I am older and can start employing psychological tricks on them to get the lollies I so rightly deserve. Mum and Dad have been with-holding all that sticky goodness and I am missing out on sugar induced madness.

God this is so embarrassing, dad made me put this in...

This video is of me and my buddy Declan...Oh god, like, nothing is going on, its all in dad's mind...

Me, Dad and a flea ridden big rat thing

Arabella, Dad and the Roos
Originally uploaded by gailnbruce.

Dad insisted on me touching this big rat thing when we were on holiday (holiday? Whats a holiday anyway).
It had lots of giant fleas running down its back. Some of the fleas where big enough to carry me off on their own, what was he thinking. Anyway, they were a bit smelly and not at all as soft as the cats at home.

Me and my Mum

Arabella and her Mum
Originally uploaded by gailnbruce.

Mum hates this photo, she reckons she hasnt got a chin. I reckon she looks great. Thats Dad's art school friend Ingebinga or something like that in the background (hey I haven't figured out all names yet)

First Insight

Well firstly some apologies....
Sorry for not getting around to this posting earlier, I know I'm nearly 8 months old I should have cottoned on to this blogging stuff months ago, but hey there was a whole new world to learn about before I moved onto technology.


Lets face it recovering from birth and getting to know my new surroundings not to mention getting to know Mum and Dad, it all takes time, but lucky for you I'm an extremely fast learner. In those first few weeks I sussed out that if I start bawling Mum or Dad will pick me up and or feed me cuddle me an put me to sleep..Oh yeah they will even change a soiled nappy, "dignity" I hear you say sorry that doesn't compute. Wait a minute let me just check my manual...nah dont have to worry about Dignity until I'm at least 18. Manual yeah theres a manual but dont tell Mum and Dad they are only on page 16 of "Babies for Dummies"

Now I digress more apologies.. Sorry for being a bit late in my arrival, well thats really an apology for Mum and Dad but mainly Mum. But what could I do it was warm and cosy and I had food on tap it was all good till I got my head stuck and then twisted my spine around. Its very hard to read that manual upside down and the pages were all wet with embryonic fluid. Anyway I had faith in modern midwifery to get me out.

Nearly 8 months and so much has happened in my life already, there has been quite a few vacations between the tedious early days of feeding, pooing and sleeping, well I didnt buy into the latter that often, Mums black eyes are a testament to that. Dads arent too bad although he does mumble and curse when I get him up in the middle of the night, he thinks I can't hear him but Im storing every curse away to be used at a later date for some parent humiliation. Now theres a word that crops up quite a bit in my manual apparently I can start that as soon as I can talk.

I think at the moment talking is overated cause I'm pretty sure with talking comes reasoning and discipline and well I'm getting by just fine without those. There maybe a few instances in which communication breaks down, like when I have sealed up my mouth and am bashing on the top of my high chair with a clamped fist. Mum insists on trying to shove that god awful stodge between my lips, how much clearer can i be "It Tastes Like Shit". Ok so I dont know that for sure I havnt actually done the deed and groped into my nappy and had a taste..yet, Im working up to it though. I have a fair idea it must be pretty bad cause Dad does a lot of cursing when he is faced with the clean up. Oh and once I was having a bath with Mum and.. (Let me just set the scene from my perspective) nice warm bath starting to relax and unwind from hard day of screeching Mums giving me a cuddle and I grab for the nipple and the milk is flowing the water warm all of a sudden I'm back in the proverbial womb so the only logical thing to top off this sweet sensation is to poo at the same time..ahh pure bliss. Well my god you should have heard the comotion I was snapped out of the state pretty damn fast next thing I know Dads pulling the plug, Im being held like a drowned rat and Mum is jumping up down yelling eewwwhh! so needless to say we havent tried that since. Havent had a bath for about 7 months..just kidding.

Oh yeah I was talking about vacations, well my first trip was up to Queensland to visit Nana and Papa Smurf, I've met her before she came down just after I was born and gave me lots of cuddles and kept saying "what's all that fuss about" couldnt she tell I was a virtual slug with reflux, thats what all the fuss was about, that and I was merely frustrated at their ineptness at reading my crys sheesh or "Jesus Wept" as my Dad would say. He thought I didnt pick that up but I was born at the end of the football season and what can I say he is a Collingwood fan and Jesus weeping is a small ask. A big ask however is to expect your first born daughter to follow him into a life of Collingwood damnation yeah yeah so they have a few gooduns this year Dale Thomas maybe Cox and Dick.. I kid you not they are their names for real. Do you think digression is a Virgo trait....