10 days back dad dropped us at the airport and I was still trying to get a hold on my neck. It used to rock’n'roll. He comes back and finds me doing all the talking (ya ya ya ya ya is what I do for now to avoid wasting my vocab on unnecessary conversations). He was so surprised that in shock he starting talking my lingo. I thought of shocking him further and ended up sitting by myself (just needed a hand to settle on my ass). There you go! I don’t have to stare the ceiling anymore. I now see people and walls and people in front of the walls (and not just their heads hanging on top of me).

If that wasn’t enough, I ended up flirting with the air hostess on our way back. She even took me behind the curtains (beep beep beep). You shoud’ve seen my dad’s face! Men! always jealous of the grass on the other side of the fence.

For now, have a look at my new Flickr widget and see me grow week over week.

Bu-bye

The first time when my parents saw me, I was really meshed-up with the umbilical cord (my parents used to talk about ‘it’ being very close to my neck). I know that they finally realized that time is nearing and here I am winking at them. I heard the sonographer saying that my nose resembles that of my mum. What does he know…

Anyway, that day probably changed many things as I can hear my parents talk about baby shopping, maternity leaves, nursing home, domestic help etc. They did mention toys but funny they never asked me. Parents!

So here I am and you can see me shaping up for my arrival.

(This post of my autoblography was authored by my dad)