Hello everybody, its me Squeaky G! Mummy let me write this post on her blog even though I’m only five and half weeks old. Hashtag ‘how exciting’!
You’re most likely you’re questioning the legitimacy of a baby writing a blog post, but allow me to put your mind at ease and confess that Mummy is typing it up for me. My computer skills are understandably somewhat of a hinderance at the moment as I just can’t quite work out how to use all these wiggley bits sticking out of my hand.
Anyhow, yesterday morning, after my delicious breakfast which consisted of… now what was it again? Oh yes….milk, and some compulsory squeaking (they don’t call me ‘Squeaky G’ for nothin’ don’t ya’ know!), Mummy informed me in that silly (boarder-line annoying) voice she does, that my new friends Harry and Albie were coming over to play for the first time.
She said I’d ‘better be on my best behaviour’ (I assure you I always am), and make a good impression. I was so excited I did a wee, then a fart… Dad said it smelt like chimps arm pit, I didn’t ask how he knew what that smelt like… I didn’t want to know how he knew to be perfectly honest.
Anyway, wardrobe decisions, VERY important when making a first impression, I think we can all agree? So, I picked out my fanciest shirt for the occasion and tried my hardest not to be sick on it before their arrival…
When my homies (or ‘friends’ for you old people) arrived, it was like we’d known each other all our lives. We lay down on my favourite blanket, and gurgled to each-other about milk, Sophie the giraffe and our various crying techniques.
Here we all are kicking back… Albie on the left, Moi in the middle, and my pal Harry on the right.
By the way any lady babies out there who may be reading this, we should all go out for some milk sometime?!
Thought I’d ‘photo-bomb’ this one, can’t have that Harry dude getting all the attention, can I?!
Dad was right when he told me these Mums can cluck away for hours and hours non stop… it was relentless.
Lucie, Sarah and Mummy just wouldn’t shut up about the three of us. Although, I can’t say I blame them if I’m honest… I mean, just look at us, we’ll melt your heart then do a sick on your shoulder.
You can’t be too nice to girls you see, they like it when you’re mean to them sometimes. We’ve got them sussed already, Albie, Harry and I… hashtag playerz.
Anyway, after all that all that excitement I was pretty sleepy, it’s exhausting being waited on hand and foot while you drink milk with your mates, let me tell you.
I drifted off dreaming of oceans of milk, with milk fish swimming under the milk birds all under the milky sky…
Christ I do love milk.
Until next time ladies, G x