Name

Ok, you've got to help me out here. 8 weeks to go and Mum and Dad STILL haven't got me a name. What am I supposed to do without a name? Fair enough, they don't know whether I'm a boy or a girl, but the least they could do is give me a couple of options. So, it's down to you guys - suggestions please!

Stuff

Mum and Dad have just been shopping. Again. This time it's a big plastic bath, and something called a "top and tail" bowl. I don't like the sound of either of those things. They've got so much stuff now! What do they think I need, exactly? I'd probably be fine with a couple of cardboard boxes to play with, and I'm happy sleeping in the bottom drawer like Mum did. Anyway, I think they've bought it all for themselves rather than me - what do I want with a musical giraffe? I'm just gonna sleep and eat all day when I get out of here.

Poking

Mum and Dad have taken to poking me to see if I kick them back. Strange people! How would they like it? Just the other day, Dad put his ear next to me to listen in on what I was doing. I gave him the kick in the head he deserved. He won't be doing that again in a while!

Cramped!

I wasn't planning on starting my journal until I got out of here, but I just had to complain about the conditions. When I first moved in, there was plenty of space - just look at this picture, taken when I was 12 weeks. Ah, those were the days...

Anyhow, lately it's been getting really cramped in here and I reckon it's about time I thought about moving out... I figure I'll be ready in a couple of months. I've got my eye on a lovely little crib my Grandad Mac has built me...