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Avocado Jnr: New home

Posted by Mater , Sunday, December 26, 2010 10:52 AM

Mater and Pater (whatever those titles mean!) have been remiss in writing a blogpost for ages so it falls to me, Avocado Jnr, to tell you all about my new home. Writing this post is not easy, I can tell you. I had to hide Pater's notebook in my diaper earlier and smuggle it into my cot when Mater took me for my afternoon nap. Typing away quietly so that my monitor doesn't pick up the noise is not an easy task. And if I'm cranky later, blame it on my parents for neglecting their blogging obligations.

Okay, down to the task at hand. Please allow me (and doggy) to start by welcoming you to my new house.

It's been so long since the last post that I should mention how I'm now walking, have two bottom teeth and have added a few words to my vocabulary. Oh and I can touch type 100 words a minute. Okay, now that you're caught up, let's begin our tour. We start in my family room, move into my kitchen and then into my dining room.

We now move up the stairs (can the stragglers at the back please keep up) and make our way to my bedroom, with only a brief pause to fix my long (but curly) hair.

So this is my bedroom. Pater calls it the Pepto-Bismol room. What's Pepto-Bismol?

Pater took my advice and made sure my shoe collection had its own home.

I love my bedroom. It's where I sleep with my doggies. It's where Mater and Pater read to me in my rocking chair. It's where Mater changes my dirty diapers and picks out what clothes I'm going to wear. And it's where I play at the end of a long day, um, playing.

Enough of me playing in my room. Let's go downstairs to the basement. Mater doesn't let me climb down stairs, so can someone please carry me? Great. And here's me playing in my basement with Mr Boing Boing my toy rabbit, and taking him shopping...

Now onto the garden. What's that noise? Alert. Alert. Drat, Mater and Pater have found me. I'll have to finish the post later tonight, once they've gone to bed. Quick, got to slip the notebook back into my diaper...

...okay, it's me again, lying in my cot at the end of a long day. Earlier was a close call but Mater and Pater didn't suspect a thing. After some supper and a bit more playing, Mater insisted on bathing me. I know, ridiculous - I bathed just yesterday! What's that all about? Mothers! I guess it's not too bad now that I get a whole bathtub to myself. Hair washes aren't too much fun because my hair is so long...