Happy New Year to One & All

Daddy, Mummy & I just wanted to take this opportunity to wish you all a very Happy New Year where-ever you may be. May 2007 be a fantastic year for everyone.

I apologise for my father's facial expression in the photo - he looks a little sinister. I, however, have put on my most cherubic face and am saying "cheese" for the camera.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a decent photo of Mummy to put on here as she is now the size of a whale and likes to hide from the camera.

The Evil Eye

Enough said.

X-Mas Time

Well I was so good this year that Santa came 3 times to see me. Here is a small picture diary:-

Saturday 23rd. Mum's clan at our Gaff.

This is me with my first present. I didn't want to spoil the fun too much so I just peeked in the end. This was a Winne the Pooh bubble blower. Pretty cool but boy there was so much more to follow.

This is Nana Vic handing over a parcel which was so rightfully mine. This was a Thomas toy. I love it...... and then I hate it..... then I love it again ....... then I hate it.... at the moment I love it. This photo may make it look like Nana has long pendulous boozies, this isn't true, I have seen them, they make me laugh.

Here I am sitting amongst my many presents. I am reading Dad the gingerbread man (no Uncle Jason not the gingerhaired man). This was a present from Uncle Nick and Aunty Sarah. Nana Vic and Aunty Sarah think that this is an amusing story. I tell you what, it is not such an amusing end for Mr Gingerbread Man.

Sunday 24th, Dad's inventors arrived to hand over my possessions.

They bought me several presents. I can tell you that everything looks very happy in this picture however seconds later this turned into "when good balloons go bad". Dad and Pop Art had forgotten to tie off the bottom of their balloons and the evil buggers chased me around the room screaming at me and releasing Poppa's stinky breath into the air. Luckily I got a plastic boat to make up for the demon-possessed balloons.

Pop Art said that all he wanted for Christmas was to find his missing hair. We searched and searched but we couldn't find it anywhere. Pop said not to worry too much, he is trying to bring "the monk" hairstyle back into fashion anyway.

Monday 25th, X-mas with the olds.

I got some pretty cool things from Santa this morning. This is one of two sets of Thomas the Tank Engine Duplo. Mum said "more bloody Thomas". I was a bit scared that Thomas had been cut but I looked and Mum must have been wrong. Thank you Uncle Jeremy and Aunty Debs for your Duplo contribution and thank you to Santa for yours. Mum and Dad were too cheap to get me any.

Here I am in the piece de resistance from today. My castle tent. I run in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, run in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, run in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, run in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. I hope you get the point. I told everyone that it is cool.

So roughly this x-mas I got lots of Thomas, some clothes, some bath toys, some books, a cheque, a magna doodle, a portable new house and a pig. Thank you to everyone.

Was I happy about my haul or what?

You be the judge.

Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle all the Way!!

Greetings & Salutations Family & Fans,

I would like to take this opportunity to ask that you not 'dis (or "disrespect" if you will) MY big Christmas day this coming Saturday. You have all been cordially invited to a BBQ lunch at the Old's place and I wish to ensure that you are intending to bring me plenty of presents and toklat. I will have my hair done in a similar style to that in the photo above in honour of the big day.

I had a lovely holiday recently with my Nana Vic and Poppa Noel. They took me all manner of places such as The Lake, visiting old folk, into the big smoke to have lunch and watch Mummy's toe-talons being chiseled and polished etc.

Here are a couple of photos of my exploits with Nana Vic, Poppa Noel and Weyland the cat (I don't think she is actually enjoying my cuddles as can be seen from her claw clutching the side of the footstool - but what the hey...):-



Santa Claus is coming to visit me on Sunday night. We don't have a chimney for him to come down but Dad tells me that he will be able to come through the cat flap no worries. I am hoping Santa will bring me some boungas (balloons for those of you who aren't in the know).

Well, I may be a very busy baby in the next few days so in case I don't get to come back online and do another blog - I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New year (and so does Mummy & Daddy).

Byeeeeee
Jude Edwin Toot-Toot
(The soon to be big brother of the baby in Mummy's tummy)
xxx

Would you like some of my biscuit?

Well a big tooooot tooooot to all my fans out there.

How about that John Key eh, took me ole' buddy Don Brash's job. Well I say toot toot to you John, good on ya and I hope you do a Percy good job.

Did you all know that the other day Thomas had to take off to pick up a special package. Turned out it was a dragon but don't be scared it was only a paper dragon (I feel your anxiety but it really was only a paper dragon, I was a little frightened at first too).

I heard in the news last night that Rotorua was flooded. I blame Gordon and his grumpy ways. Apparently Nanna & Poppa Thomas are quite safe from the water so a big peep peep goes out to all the survivors in stinky town.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh no, oh no, oh no. It's raining outside.

I was out yesterday and saw Bertie the Bus. I shouted out to him but he just kept driving. Bye bus, bye bus.

Santa comes soon. Dad reckons that Santa is a fool just like Fat Uncle Jason. Well toot toot to you dad, I want my presents.

Adios clowns.

Jude the Express Thomas

We shall fight on the beaches.... & we will never surrender

One morning I woke up and there he was - big, green and invading my territory. I was faced with three decisions - attack, attack or attack. I therefore attacked!!

I have body slammed him, beaten him to a pulp, launched my hardiest toys at him and yet he still looks back at me with that goofy smile. If you look closely in this picture, that flash of green near his shoulder is my tractor. A solid piece of machinery. It got him right in the kisser yet he still gazes back at me with a seedy look on his face.

Enough about Shrek and more about me. Dad took me to several playgrounds on the weekend. I have discovered that it is much more fun to go down a slide head first than on my bum. The feeling of plastic on bare stomach is quite exhilarating I assure you.

In other news, I now have nothing left in my room apart from my set of drawers and my bed. Apparently it is unacceptable to kick the crap out of my book case until the backing board comes off (Mum's words not mine). What else is there to do to keep me awake? all my toys have been locked away (although I have hidden some down the side of the bed that I get out when the olds aren't looking), I can only sing and dance for so long and they even took my rug away after I beat it up one night. Talk about Colditz.

Big news flash: My brother is apparently arriving 18th January. I am not too sure about this - I wasn't consulted and this is meant to be a democracy. If he steals my stuff I am going to vote him off the island - Jeff the tribe has spoken.

Jude out.

I should be so fluffy... fluffy fluffy fluffy

I am obsessed with Sharks. It's official. As you can see from the photo I am looking at a book on sharks - what you don't know is that Mum had to say "Where's Bruce?" to get me to look at the camera (for those of you who aren't obsessed with sharks like me - Bruce is the shark in Finding Nemo).

Anyway, you can also see from the photo that I have very fluffy hair. Nana Vic thinks that my hair is ridiculous and I could use a haircut. I wonder how she expects me to sit still for long enough to have this carried out and also whether any self-respecting hairdresser would even agree to take on this coif. One of the good things about this photo is that you (Uncle Jason) can clearly see that my hair is blonde. Not a speck of ginga-ness to be seen.

I am warming up to my buddy Shrek every day. He is 1.2 metres tall and wider than Mummy (which takes quite a bit of doing I might say!) - he was in my room for a bit today but I refused to set foot inside it until Mum took him out again. Now I go and visit him in my little brother's room and peek around the corner to wave at him.

I am also obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine (ever so less slightly than with sharks). I refer to him as "toot toot". I dance feverishly to the theme tune and get very excited when I see any sort of train.

The olds took me to Lollipops yesterday because I have been such a good boy and been sleeping in my bed without the 3 hour theatrics beforehand. Tonight I was asleep by 6.15pm (don't know how I'm typing this if I'm supposed to be asleep!!??). My parents will be so proud of me and will give me chocolate.

Toot-a-loo for now
Jude