Mum and I aren't talking today. She does things purposely to annoy me. Like making me wear singlets under my clothes and making my baths a freezing temperature of 36.5 degrees. Then when I express my feelings about it she totally ignores me. I get her back by only smiling at my dad.
I'm not a fan of slogans on T-shirts. "If you think I'm cute, you should see my mum". Why? Is she cuter than me? I doubt it. She's old and carrying extra baby weight at the moment, so feel free to keep looking at me instead.
Can't believe I'm already 10 weeks old. Before long I'll be in high school, choosing my own outfits and dating a vampire... Let's put it this way, I WON'T be dating anybody that can't fly!
Today I met with the kids from mum's antenatal group. We haven't seen each other since we were embryo's! It's great to reflect on all we've been through; birth, boobs, baths, baby clothes. Personally, I have matured a lot since birth, in fact I'm probably the wisest I'll ever be right now.
I'm experimenting with my look today. And to avoid any confusion, I'm a tomboy not a lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I mean, some of my best friends are gay you know. Unfortunately I can't name them because they haven't come out of the toy closet yet.