The Secret Diary of an 11 Month Old (Part 17)

MONDAY

Nappy leaked today. Went everywhere. Decided to kick what was left all over the wall. Big people were grossed out but come on, we’ve all done it. What’s their problem?

TUESDAY

That music on the baby monitor is proper shit. There’s no beat. Give me something I can move to.

WEDNESDAY

Faffed about forever before naptime. Threw stuff about and puked a bit. Finally got settled but then did a poo bigger than my head. Nap got postponed. Nobody was happy. What else could I have done?

THURSDAY

Woke up crying because I’d leaked. Big person tried to burp me. Didn’t work because I’d leaked. Big person put the pretty lights on. Didn’t work because I’d leaked. Big person sang lullabies. Didn’t work because I’d leaked. Leak reached their hand. Big person changed me. Went back to sleep. Big person is stupid.

FRIDAY

I’m feeling quite obsessed with one of the big people. Hate it when she leaves the room. Not the hairy one though. I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.

SATURDAY

Had a bad dream last night that I was an actual big person. Christ, it was horrible. Had loads to do and no time to do it. And I looked terrible.

SUNDAY

I think someone has been reading my diary and showing everyone. No doubt some two-bit clown desperate for a cheap laugh at my expense. Well guess what, thief? I just pooed in your coat pocket.

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Comments

Candace said…

I read your post on the twins on Meet Other Mums and I haven't laughed that hard out loud in forever. My daughter kept coming over to ask me what was so funny, but I don't think she'd get it ;) She's only 3.

11 March 2016 at 19:12

Sam Avery said…

Haha! Thanks Candace :)

2 April 2016 at 22:12

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