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

Moon Hopper

I said that I wanted a moon hopper and all I got in return was "If you are a good boy this and if you are a nice boy this and a whole heap of crap about Santa.

Well damn you all I say I have made my own moon hopper and if you look closely it is my procured black balloon. They said it couldn't be done but I know better than everyone and the proof is in the picture.

They keep telling me it will pop but I know it won't because it is my special toy and it will never leave me.

In other news, the olds have put a lock on the pantry. I knew that I shouldn't have let them know that I could reach the "special" shelf but my chocolate addiction got the better of me. I guess they had no choice after mum came in and saw me taking big bites from her special chocolate.

Shrek has also come to see me. I am pretending to be scared by him. Secretly I love the thrill of peeking at the big green Oaf. Just today I ran around the corner into my brothers room and bam there he was standing right in front of me. Stopped me in my tracks that did. He has also appeared unannounced in the lounge and under the stairs. The olds should really do something about vermin like him.

Jude

Just mum and me

This is just me and my mum. She is really nice to me and looks after me everyday at home. Dad seems to leave every morning and go out for milk. It takes him ages to come back but I reckon it is because he has to milk the cow, pasteurise the milk, make a plastic bottle, seal it and then get it home cold. He is very clever.

Anyway back to mum. She looks after me and we have a lot of fun together. She has recently invented something that I don't like that much though......... the naughty step. This is where I go if I am having a little bit too much fun. The other day I was put on it for touching something that I am apparently not allowed to touch. I don't get that, given that everything in this world has been put there for me, me and only me.

This is me on the so called "naughty step". If you look closely you will notice my procured balloon and you will also notice that I am innocent. Innocent of what you may ask? Innocent of kicking the cat. That furry piece of flea infested meat was in my way and she was asking for it. Anyway, I didn't do it.

Mum and Dad are going to U2 tonight. Dad reckons that the stage is just going to be a giant soap box for a short-haired activist to preach about poverty and world hunger. Better him going than me.

Jude

Toot Toot Chugga Chugga

Hi Team,

I have learnt how to drive Dad's car. Stuff Greg Wiggle and the big red car this is the big blue car and you better get out of my way. I have got the horn toot sorted, I have the gear change down pat and if you cut me off you will even get a little miniature bird flicked at you out the window.

I am growing very tall. I can now reach all the goodies in the pantry. The other day mum and dad were ignoring my demands for chocolate so I bought it out to them and demanded they feed it to me. They gave in of course. I have them wrapped around my little miniature finger.

Life has been great recently. I took mum and dad to Lollipops, it was okay maybe even a little immature for me. You have to remember that now I can talk and am therefore a fully fledged adult. Quite often my Dad and I will have lengthy conversations about all manner of things. I get the feeling that sometimes he just doesn't understand! I guess that's what happens when you get old and stuck in your ways.

Anyway, at Lollipops I played in the pen full of balls, went down the slide, chatted up a few young ladies and procured a new balloon. All in all it was a fairly successful trip.

Next week Bono is coming to my house. He is a jerk. In about 10 weeks my little brother is coming to stay at my house, he is not a jerk.

Bye

J.E.T

Lollipopsalooza

Went to Lollipops and stole this balloon.

The end.

Jude "The Cat" Thomas

There's a Meerkat in here somewhere...

Hello everyone - this is me at the Auckland Zoo in the weekend.

The elephant came out of his lair especially for me. I was just walking around the corner and low and behold there he was waiting to say Hi.

My favourite animals were the Orangutan who sat right by the glass and waved at me (so of course, I felt I HAD to wave back), the Tiger who played in his pool with a ball and the Sea Lions.

I also liked the flamingos as they are "birds" (my favourite word of all time). Above is a photo I took of them - aren't they snazzy?

I had my first bout on the "naughty step" yesterday. I decided it was time for me to start seeing how far I can push Mummy. Now she has a huge fat tummy and can't run after me, I am taking the opportunity to be a bit of a Turd. At first I thought the naughty step was funny but after the 2nd time I realised that it wasn't much fun. Must remember to behave!!

Mummy stuck pictures of the fellas from "Finding Nemo" on my bedroom walls yesterday. I got very very excited and when I went to bed last night I had to say goodnight to all of my friends. I must admit it was very cute.

Adios everyone for now...

Pop Art - read me a story!

Here I am giving my Great Nana Nel a cuddle and also getting my Pop Art to read me "Where's Spot?".

I have had lots of visitors lately. I had both sets of Nanas & Poppas visit me in the weekend and then my Great Nana & Poppa Baron came to see me yesterday. We had great fun running around outside. I did most of the running and it was funny to watch the old folk and the preggo (Mum) trying to run after me.

I have had a bit of a cold and have had "candlesticks" running out of my nose for a whole week. Mum & Dad should buy shares in the tissue company.

I have learnt recently that is quite fun to have a "tanty". Mum was trying to feed and bathe me the other night and I decided the time was right to break out the tanty. The only thing it got me was hardly any dinner (I wouldn't eat it), a very short bath and early to bed. Hang on a mo... this is not really working for me. Note to self: Behave!

Right better go and find out what the olds are keeping in the cupboard under the stairs...

No Professionals

I was walking down the street the other day and a professional photographer stopped me. He asked me if I had a portfolio. I said no, all I have is this lil' ole photo of myself.

He was really interested in using me in a studio sitting but after seeing my picture he told me "sorry but I can't use professionals", to which I replied "I am not a professional". The guy said "you're not a professional? Well you should be". He then demanded to see my Ford Modelling contract. Again I had to repeat "I am not a professional", he just wouldn't leave me alone so I jumped up and smacked him one. He wandered off muttering "Damn prima donna models".

I have lots of new words..... doctor, one more, penguin, outside, Darla and coko (older folk may choose to ignore what I am referring to here).

I think that dad is the greatest person on earth. He is a paragon of virtue and the type of man that we should all look up to. Mum is okay but Dad really is the greatest. Why you may ask..... well he just is!!

I am going to be seeing Nana Robby & Pop Art this weekend. They are really old.

Newest news on my baby brother front...... I have tried my best to convince the old folk that he is not really needed but they aren't listening. Mum is trying to tell me that once a baby starts cooking then you can't undo it. Sounds like a little bit of hand on dicky if you ask me.

Jude

Its a movie montage

Hi Everyone,

Aunty Jane taught me how to do a montage from American Samoa. She must have really long arms.

Montages are very important.

The hour's approaching to give it your best and you've got to reach your prime. That's when you need to put yourself to the test and show us the passage of time. We're gonna need a montage, ooh, it takes a montage. Show a lot of things happening at once. Remind everyone of what's going on. In every shot, show a little improvement, to show it all would take too long. That's called a montage. Mmm, we want a montage. In anything, if you want to go. From just a beginner to a pro you need a montage. Even Rocky had a montage. Always fade out in a montage. If you fade out it seems like more time has passed in a montage...

Jude Meister T

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WE HAVE LIFT OFF!!!

Wha-hey!!! Jude fell asleep last night after only 1/2 hours silly beggary. Granted, he still fell asleep on the floor (with a giant No. 2 in his naps to top it all off) but at least it was a huge improvement on the previous 2 nights. Let's see if he can keep it up.

Well done Little Man!!!

Love to - but I'm buggered...

The pursuit of extended bed-time play is taking it's toll on young Jude.

Tonight is the 3rd night of the "3 day rule" instituted during bedtime. The old folks put Jude to bed and then don't go back in to his room again until all is silent (short of blood-curdling screams that is) - this could take up to 3 hours as was evidenced on Sunday night.

Once the all-quiet is heard, Jude is carefully rolled away from the door and lifted into his bed - at no time has Jude ever fallen asleep IN his new bed. The floor is obviously much more comfortable. Monday night it took 2.5 hours for him to succumb to sleep and last night it only took 45 mins. Tonight I am hoping for within the 1/2 hour. I am forever hopeful.

Jude's latest delights are bubble-blowing, playing in his sandpit, flower picking (much to his father's disgust) and exclaiming loudly.

Team Thomas spent the weekend in Hamilton. Jude enjoyed patting dogs, looking at sheep, jumping on Nana & Poppa D's bed and general high-jinks. He went to his first grown-up party on Sunday and was very well behaved. He managed to con a few old ladies into taking him outside to look at fish and the turtle.

Diary of a bed fiend

Hello all,

As you all know I have had my cot removed and now have a big boy bed to sleep on.... well apparently I have to sleep on it. Tonight is typical of what I do.

I was very very tired at about 5.15pm so dad took me up to bed, changed my number 2's (laid it specially for the old fella), read me a book and put me to bed.

Well as far as I am concerned 5.16 onwards is play time. Bedtime play time has been made a little more difficult by the old duffers. They have removed all of my toys and have just left a few stuffed toys on my bookcase.

Tonight I am going to stage a protest just wait until the old folk come into my room, just wait until they see who has right of place in the bed. I will wait here in the middle of the floor until they come in and will laugh my a off........ getting a bit sleepy..................veeeeery heavy eyed........
byeeeeeee.

In my Big Boy Bed

Hi to all my fans,

Here I am with Daddy in my new Big Boy Bed.

I was very excited last night when I got home from daycare and there was my new bed. It had a duvet with Nemo & Dory on it and was really cool.

However, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at first. I enjoyed it when Mummy or Daddy put me in the bed and then I would clamber straight out again!! It took me over 2.5 hours to fall asleep last night, but by that time I was soooo tired that I fell asleep on the floor in my room on top of some of my toys. That was a bit uncomfortable.

It is really good being in a Big Boy Bed because I can get out and play with my stuff any time I want to - FREEDOM!!!

I am napping in my Big Boy Bed right now. I've had to ask my "ghost writer" to type this blog for me in absentia.

In other news - I stubbed my toe whilst playing outside the other day. It bled quite a bit and Mummy had to put a plaster on it. I enjoy rambling around outside throwing stones into the watering can, tipping water all over myself and generally getting up to no good. I can't wait for my parents to get me some sand to go in my sandpit. C'mon Mum & Dad - what's the hold up?

Nana & Poppa D are coming this weekend to look after me while Mum and Dad go on a hot date. I don't know what a "hot date" is, but that's what they keep telling me!

In the words of my Uncle Jezza "Ciao".
Jude