Santa is definitely NOT a pompy pomp

I woke up this morning and Santa had come. He left behind footprints (mum was not too happy about that) and his reindeer left crap on the carpet. Best of all though was that he left presents behind too.

MERRY CHRISTMAS all you pom-poms out there!!!

This is what I think of you

Aghhhhhhh..... You are a pompy pomp

Action Jackson

Here I am, just like Action Jackson, except I am white although my under carriage is that of a black mans (if you know what I mean).

I was showing Asher how to perform stunts but he was jealous so he just ignored me.

I hate people that can't fly...... Elvis, Stephen Hawking and Uncle Jason because he is too fat to get off the ground.

I do poop.

Jude

I Like to Read

Check me out - reading my book sitting on a big boy chair.  Aren't I just the spitting image of Pop Art?  They call me mini-Arthur and I don't mind one little bit.  I just smirk in my mini-Arthur way and carry on with my reading...

Here is a photo of me and my Mum.  Aren't we a handsome pair?

Mummy & Daddy wave bye-bye to the Children of the Corn for 4 days - see you when we get back from Fiji kids!

Pop goes the Jude

 Hello fans,

I really don't like the camera much so last time I was at Nanna and Poppa Dromgools I found a nice little place to hide. I take off into here when anyone pulls out a camera or one of Uncle Jasons 'songs'.

His songs are just the most appalling things that have ever entered my ear cavities. Poor cousin Noah and cousin Talia.

Anyway, back to the photo. I can't do anything without my little lurker. I even thought that I had finally got a photo of me, just me and only me. To my surprise, when I checked the camera, who the hell did I find sneaking into the bottom left hand corner.

I am going to pack him into a little box and send him off to Stephen Hawkings' house. The 2 of them can sit and be mutants together.

And this is one I prepared earlier...

They call me the Gordon Ramsay of Auckland - I am not one to dispute this...

As you can see here in this photo that I have prepared a dish I like to call "meat with cake and cheese"... you will also see that my pals... the gang from Finding Nemo are about to partake in this meal too - lucky them!

Bon appetit!

Captain underpants to the rescue

Here is Dad and me playing Pirates. I told him that he was captain underpants and that I was the dread pirated Roberts.

Really I just wanted to put stinky undies on his head. I bet his hair smells bad!!!!

I'm a professional

Here is my first school photo.

Mummy bought Asher a Ninky Nonk and he keeps stealing it off me when I play with it on the table (up high where he is not meant to be able to reach).

I am cool

I'm a handsome wee sucker...

Ohhhhh look at me!!  Aren't I just the most handsome dude in all the land?  

I was outside playing and blowing bubbles with Mummy and Asher when she snuck up and took this photo.

I've been a bit of a rat-bag lately - I like the idea of having my door open at night time now and found myself in the situation where I could have a wee party at 5am.  I headed downstairs while the olds were in the land of Nod and proceeded to put a roll of toilet paper in the bowl - wow!  Did you know that great wet handfulls of toilet paper make GREAT spitballs?  Well, I sure had fun flinging them at the walls and the door!!

Then all that flinging of toilet paper spitballs made me very hungry... so I headed to the kitchen for some eats.  Some orange juice, a coupla choccie biccies and some yoghurt was on the menu.... then it must be time to watch the goggle box for a bit.  

Oh no!!!  Mummy has found me out - that's the end of my party methinks.

Nothing a security gate that a 3 year old can't open won't stop though... dang it all!!

Bye bye for now

Jude

The biggest bird you have ever seen

I went to Rainbow Springs in Rotorua I saw lots of things that I loved, some bigfish, an eel, this big bird and most of all an owl.

I really couldn't understand why I didn't see a rainbow though... what is with that? A little confusing for a man like me I think.

I am off now.

Bye

Look at my Fairy Wand Cookie!!!

How cute am I?  I just baked up this here batch of fairy wand cookies and am now posing nicely for the camera.  I like to cook and even have my very own kitchen in which to whip up all sorts of delicacies.

I have started a new daycare and seem to be enjoying it.  It has a BIG sandpit - what more can I say?

Now that I am a big (nearly) 3.5 year old, I use the toilet all by myself, count to 9, sing lovely songs and generally drive my parents insane with my whining.  I don't like sharing with Asher.  He "grabs" my trains and that is a giant no-no.

I do play "tug-o-war" with Asher and the blanket - that is quite funny to drag Asher all around the lounge-room floor.  He likes it best when I put the blanket over his head and then lie on him.  He is a fun little play thing (sometimes).

Well, better dash - got some more train tracks to set up and I'm planning on making fish soup for dinner tonight - the old folks better like it and not say it is "spicy" or "too yuck"!!!

Jude over and out.

When you go down to the woods today....

... you're in for a sure surprise.

During my last week at big plau plau I got to take home Jack Bear and look after him. I wasn't too keen to share my bed with him but he just crept on in anyway.

I got a bit sick of him being around after a few days and gave him back.

Can I do the same with that brother of mine? He does cruel stuff to me like touching my trains and taking my DVDs. I am powerless as I can not harm him with punches, pushes or name calling, he just keeps coming back. 

I am off to bed now, hopefully Jack Bear hasn't come back, he leaves fur in my bed.

Drunk driving

I had a few pints and tried to drive home. I was cruising along on my specially made booze bus and all of a sudden I ran out of road.  I was caste and all I really wanted was another drink but some bastion of society (aka Asher) dobbed me in. 

Out came the cops with their little flashy camera and photographed the evidence. They also asked me to blow into a little bag. "Fudge you" I said, "blow into my little bag". 

I was locked up. I have a message for you all out there, please don't drink and drive you don't want to end up like me although I have no regrets, I am off to find another bottle of sugar enriched fluid.

As my mate Amy said "they tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no".

Jude "Scott Dixon" Thomas

Its snowing

Man mum and dad are idiots. They thought that at my age I could be left alone in the bath with some crazy foam and an imagination.

Well quite frankly they were wrong, I like to spray that crazy type foam all over my head, the bath and anything that moves.... including daddy.

Anyway just look at me and adore me, that is a command.

Brotherly Lurve

Asher was on the "naughty step" for touching the heater and Jude decided that he would like to sit with Asher on the step too.  He must have felt sorry for the poor child and his bottle of milk (knowing how truely awful and heinous the naughty step is from his own indiscretions).

But at least I got this lovely photo of the two of them and some brother love.

Awwwwwwww

Hey Mummy - what are you doing?

Man, riding in the car in luxury is hard work.  I'm just gonna put my hands behind my head and catch a few zees, don't ya think I look a little bit like Uncle Nick in this photo?

Anyway, I have been on holiday with Nana Vicki and Poppa Noel recently and didn't want to come home.

My latest thing is to ask "Hey Mummy/Daddy/Nana/Poppa"... then when the person in question finally answers, I say "what are you doing?".  It's quite funny as sometimes you don't really have anything to say.

Ciao for now.

A shark laxes on the couch...

Phew!!  It's hard work being a shark.  I'm just having a bit of a breather on the couch before I need to get back to chasing my little brother around and "doshing" him with pillows.  If I lay on him with the pillow for long enough he will squark.

Yes, and here I am "helping" Mummy wash the dishes.  In fact, I made a heck of a mess with water all over the floor and bench.  I am a 3 year old wretch.

I also made a mess with "yellow" water on the floor of all 3 toilets in our house today.  I seem to be able to get to the toilet no worries, but in the process of getting my Rios off, I get a bit excited and piddle myself.  I did this a number of times today.  Needless to say, Mummy had to do a bit of mopping.

My favourite saying at the moment is "Good morning Mummy and did you have a good sleep?  Did you hear me yelling for you?  That was Jude".

Lovely.

Jude & Asher love to "play" together...

Here is the proof that Jude and Asher really do love each other.  They love to play tickle-tummy-time together.  Notice that Jude even enjoyed Asher kicking him... he manouvers Asher's leg back into his guts... shades of sadism perhaps?

In fact, Jude and Asher play together quite a bit - the only thing that is verboten is the touching of Jude's trains.  NO-ONE IS TO TOUCH THE TRAINS... not even Mummy or Daddy and please please please DO NOT try to put the "faces" back on the trains or there will be screaming and fury.

Jude is currently in the middle of toilet training.  He is doing pretty well - if he is put on the toilet then he will usually go.  However, he is finding it a little harder to remember to go himself.  All in good time I am sure.

Asher is doing great - he is toddling around like a pro and enjoys pushing himself along on his ride-on and sliding on the slide in the garage.  He has a few words now - of course "mumma" and "dada", but now he has added to his repetoire "nana", "jude" and "cat".  He also likes to experiment with new (and annoying) sounds.  Asher is the ultimate milk fiend.  If he had a giant white afro we could call him "Count Homogenised".

I had a big boy Birthday!!!

Here I am looking hungrily (or tiredly?) at my cake.  I am intrigued by the flame!!

I had a great birthday and although the weather wasn't very nice, my friends and I all had a great time playing upstairs with trains and stealing unopened presents to take upstairs and play with on the sly.

I ate heaps of rubbish food and drank a bit of fizzy drink and I didn't have a sleep all day!!  I was a bit of a wreck at the end but it was all worth it.

I am now a big 3 year old.

HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

That's right - I am 3 years old today.  This time 3 years ago Mummy was lying in a hospital bed trying to push my fat head out.

Above is the cake that Mummy made for me.  It is "silly old Gordon fell in a ditch" from my favourite episode of Thomas on DVD.  You will see that Mummy did a FANTASTIC job and is the best Mummy in the whole world!!!

Right, I'd better go and play with my new trains and track before my guests arrive.  Happy Birthday to meeeeeeee!!!

You spin me right round

What is more fierce than a shark appearing in your living room? That's right, a Dragon Shark!!!

What you see here is not sped up, it is a feeding frenzy without food.

The dragon shark has got hold of a zebra and is riding it damn hard. 

Slip n Slide

Here I am playing on my new slip n slide for the first time. I was a bit hesitant at first but then got into the swing of it and started sliding down on my tummy. I was a bit scared to do a running jump - but that will come with time I am sure.

I enjoyed putting my head under the water jets and then saying I was "crying". I also thought splashing in the pool at the end was great fun - but the water was COLD!!!

My 3rd Birthday Party is coming up soon - Mummy said she is about to send out the invitations to the lucky few. Look out for a VIP invite in your letterbox soon. And you are right cousin Talia - it IS all about Thomas!

Too Fast

I was just sitting quietly on my red rocket when all of a sudden it seemed too take off like a nitro infused formula one racing machine.

The look on my face says it all........agggghhhhhhhhh. I was shitting myself. I mean how was I going to be able to slow down without a parachute breaking system. Then I heard some giggling and looked around to see the cause of my speed and there it was. A sprinting ginga.

This was no ordinary ginga, he appeared to have the rage..... maybe that does make him an ordinary ginga? How was I going to slow him down so that we both didn't launch into space at super sonic speed. I had an idea.

"cookie" I shouted. The ginga stopped mid stride and started to sniff the air, he could smell the golden loot. Off he ran with his little trotters clicking on the wooden floor. I was safe.... temporarily. Who knows where the red menace will rise again, beware everyone.

More from Jude Chicca Chicca Chango

My kid brother (the orange person) just had his birthday and I have found that it is much more satisfying to play with other people's toys.

Here I am playing with Asher's Elmo. He also got a ride on Zebra which I pretend is a bucking bronco and I have a great ole time being "thrown" from its back.

My 3rd Birthday is coming up on 1st March and Mum promises me a Thomas Party. I can't wait to see my birthday cake!

Here is a video of me singing again... this time it's the last half of the Thomas Song - I will print the full lyric so that you can sing along with me. I am a very GOOD singer - often likened to Pavarotti.

Engine Roll Call:-

They're 2 they're 4 they're 6 they're 8

Shunting trucks and hauling freight

Red and Green and Brown and Blue

They're the really useful crew

All with different roles to play

From Tidmouth Sheds or far away

Down the hills and round the bends

THOMAS AND HIS FRIENDS!

Sing it with me now...