Training Log Archive: Edmund

Mum and dad took me orienteering today. It was really fun to meet all those aunts and uncles, and I put on my cute alert face for them all. Orienteering was a bit boring though. Mum still moves pretty slowly so I slept through it all. Then I did a giant poo, which was pretty fun, and uncle ricky came over for dinner and a cuddle. Dad wouldn't give him a cuddle, so I had to.
Big day, I slept for aaaaaaages after all that!

C • Guinness record? 5

Today was pretty busy. Apparently there was a day yesterday too, but I slept through that one and can't remember it.

Today the midwives came to poke me again, and they gave mum a good talking-to about how to tuck me into bed. But I challenge even the stern matronly one to find a way to tuck me in that I can't squirm my way out of!

Then my noisy cousins all came and sat in a row and passed me up and down. I put on my calculating look and checked them all out for milk but none of them had any so after a while I squawked and Mum took me away.

After all that, it turns out that I am not a fruit OR a vegetable or even a giant millipede, but in fact I am something called an "Edmund Ray Toomey" and I look something like this:
http://picasaweb.google.com/Toominator1/EdmundRayT...
and here is my Dad too:
http://picasaweb.google.com/Toominator1/EdmundRayT...

And finally someone put boxing gloves on those horrible little hands that follow me around everywhere so they can't scratch me any more. I wish there was some way of controlling them.

C • Edmund 2

It seems my hiccoughs from my dark days on the inside are even more amusing to Mum and Dad now I'm a free (little) man. Apparently I sound like a small chicken. What a day... and now I know what a 'day' is, it's got bright lights and crowds of people all prodding, poking, pushing and pronouncing. At least the brain scan showed I can hear and have a brain, I know my blood type (AB) which is better than Dad who still doesn't know what his is - although it's narrowed down a bit.

Poor Mum's been through a bit of discomfort last night after my great escape, I only got two needles poked into me. Shudder. The new midwife today was great, I heard her say that Dad could change my first ever nappy so I let rip with an extra special black tarry effort like I've heard Mum and Dad laugh about coating tRicky's bike chains. He got me back though, one of my reflexes that I damned if I can control is when I'm lying supine and I think I'm falling downwards I wave my arms and legs upwards like a Mexican Wave. Dad found this amusing... but I'll get onto solid food one day, and I will remember....