Evolution of Poop

Just as I am constantly growing up from a little baby to a bigger baby and eventually a little toddler and so on, I noticed almost everything else within me develops and evolves as well.

One noticeable area of this constant evolution is my poop. Sad to say, my Poopinator alter-ego may need a revision in name pretty soon.

Gone were the days where my poop made erm, grand appearances, often complemented with its ever unmistakable sound effects. The post-explosion debris of smell would be immediately picked up by any active adult nose within a 15 metre radius.

Not any more. These days, I would say my poop has matured into the silent type. It comes and goes almost in a flashlight speed, with hardly any sound of warning. Because it is now more in a solid state, the smell factor is not so easily picked up.

I’m just curious to find out what the next level of poop will be like. :-D

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Earth Hour 2009 revisited.......I was there!

Poop P(r)ose

The feed was good, my tummy’s stuffed
I let out a grin, I even laughed
It was probably a good time to sleep
And yet it felt like a crime to count sheep!

My bowels then growled and it hit me
Poop’s gonna come out so I better get ready!
I quickly rolled around to find a right position
Before things really start to get into motion!

I crouched down and lay on my desired spot
Raised my butt or something of that sort
With my head in comfort, I was now set
Before it finally comes out, you bet!

Strange Signings

Caught a glimpse of this strange sign inside the baby room of this place called the Curve. Made me wonder hard as to what kind of emergency would prompt any parent to press the button?

Does it also imply changing baby diapers is a hazard or extreme adventure that may trigger an emergency?

Adults sure make strange assumptions. Sigh…

Beary Love Affair

I have a strange affection towards soft toys, teddy bears in particular. You see, there is something about their protruding noses that just seems to scream out to me “Bite Me! Kiss Me!”

I’m quite sure this so called love affair isn’t as scandalous as things that is happening around the world today and I’m convinced it is part of my growing up phase. Honest!

Now, who wouldn’t want to kiss or bite a teddy bear today? :-P

Basket Blues

Must make a mental note. Must make a mental note.

This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.

Must make a mental note NOT to throw anything inside. Hey, I didn’t invent it to look like any other pail or basket in the house OK?

Now that I’ve developed the habit of taking things from all over the house and transporting them into pails and baskets, Papa and Mama must have a hard time keeping up with where I keep storing my toys and other stuff. Sorry!...;-p

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