experiences in a new universe

Mayday, mayday…

Just when I thought things were getting better, they turned out for the worse. I think my parents watched too many sci-fi flicks and have decide to perform some experiments on me!

They ganged up on me, pinned me down ( I can take out one of them but can’t handle both at the same time yet!) and stick this gadget up my nose and tried to suck my brain out! No joke! May be someone told them that infant brain is a delicacy? Well, they’ll just have to find something else to eat!

If one picture is worth thousands words, how many words would a 10 second video be worth?

For several months, I’ve been dying to find out what all the fuss is about. Significant portion of the lives of the adults seem to evolve around eating. It’s not just the “eating” ritual that they do several times a day. They “prepare” the food, they talk about food, and listen to this: there are books! even television programs about food! No, no, this is not one of my subtle jokes; I am serious. They seem to be obsessed with food. So, you can imagine why I’ve been so eager to find out what’s going on.

W ell comrades, let me tell you! not sure about whether the whole obsession thing is justified, but this food thing is jolly good! It’s even better than my current favorite “plastic”.

So far, I had apples and carrots, and they are yummy, and the colors are pretty. I can do so much more than just “eating” them, but my parents don’t seem to be appreciating my creative impulses, they keep blocking my efforts to grab the food. But no worries, resistance is futile, I WILL get to the food.

I’ve also heard that peas are next in the list. Wonder what color will that be…

Stop the presses … I now have a tooth. It itches a lot and a drool a lot but now I can bite!

On related news, I also start eating solids. I like mama’s milk but it was time for some new flavors. Apples are yummy (ignore the faces I make in the photos, I was caught off guard

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Artık benimde dişim var ve yemek yemeye (ve kafamı bozanları ısırmaya) hazırım. Zaten bu hafta artık yemek yemeye de başladım. Cidden ya! inanmıyormusunuz? O zaman fotoğraflara bakın.

Babam geçen hafta evde yoktu. Neymiş, iş seyahatindeymiş! Hah. Benden izin almadan ne seyahati bu böyle?

Hafta sonu dönüpte sabah benimle oynamak için geldiğinde onu tanımamazlıktan geldim; yüzünün halini görmeliydiniz!

Well, my parents are a sorry bunch, but I’ve managed to trained them well enough in the past couple of months. They now understand to feed me when I’m hungry, etc. so life is OK in general. But in one area we seem to have gotten stuck. No matter I’ve tried, i could not seem to explain them the fact that I don’t want to wear clothes! especially the ones that have to come over my head! I’ve tried telling them nicely, smiling, screaming, threathing, nothing seems to get through to them. What’s with the “obsession” with clothing anyway? You want to play dress up, get a Barbie and leave me alone, will you? So now, I’m looking for a land where dressing is optional, if you know one, please let me know. I plan to apply for asylum.

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Önceki raporlarımı okuyanlar bilirler, anne ve babam bebek bakma işinden hiç anlamıyorlar. Neyseki son 5 aydır onları eğitmeyi becerdim. Artık acıktığım zaman beni derhal beslemeleri gerektiğini falan öğrenmiş durumdalar, hayatımdan genel olarak memnunum. Ancak bir konuda hiç ilerleme sağlayamadık. Ne kadar uğraşırsam uğraşayım giyinmek istemediğimi bir türlü anlatamadım. Günde bir kaç kez giy çıkar acayip kafam bozuluyor. Özellikle kafamın üzerinden geçen şeylerden hiç hazzetmiyorum. Nedir bu kıyafet saplantısı! Giydir çıkar evcilik oynamak istiyorsanız Barbie bebek alıp onunla oynayın, beni rahat bırakın yaa!

I met with Dr. Stephen Hawking this Saturday! I would have like to discuss the flaws of his black holes and baby universes theory but all I could do was to make some funny noises (which everyone thought was cute).

The slow development of my vocal chords are quite frustrating in general but it is particularly annoying when you’re in the presence of brilliance.

Well, we could not speak but we understood each other pretty well I think.

I am Spartacus vertical (with some support:).