Apparently after you've been "bjorn", and are a baby, you get to ride around in a funny papoose with your papa. Well, at least it's the case for me, and so I will surmise based on my vast worldly experience that it is so with everyone. Anywhoo, it was my first time walking Abbey, and it was *great* - I got all bundled up to go out in the October air (two layers of hats, oh my!), and away we went - such smells! Papa says that mostly it was semi-fermented blackberries (whatever those are) and freshly fallen leaves and rain, but it was sure interesting to me - I stopped crying right away once we started walking. Papa must have walked for miles and miles (at least it felt like that!), because I fell asleep right after I heard my first 'crow' and 'cockadoodledoo' from somewhere up high.

Oh even better than my walk, apparently Maman's breasts make *better* stuff than that weird colostrum I've been eating for the past few days - it's this hot slurpy stuff that makes me conk out right away, it's fantastic! Apparently I suck a little too hard and on the wrong parts of Maman's nipples, because she always says it really hurts, and it makes Papa sad to see Maman getting hurt.

Well, time for another nap, I'm really into those, and Maman's napping with me while Papa goes out to forage for "pumpkin pie" (which sounds good, whatever it is!).

Later skaters!

What a evening that was. Here I am, running 4 days late to join the world of the non-umbilically-connected, and Maman goes to get some "labor-inducing acupuncture" (whatever the heck that is - all I remember is that suddenly my cozy womb turns into a hammock of some kind, hanging upside down, and then Maman is getting electric currents zappped through her!), and 8 hours later Maman's uterus is starting to give *both of us* total hell, and then 2.5 hours later, well, I don't know what *that* was, but it was over dang quick, and I'm out and cozying up with these weird parental units (who are apparently not just disembodied voices who hang out near my cozy womb-home).

Well, I've made one nice big tarry poo which seemed to please pbrane almost as much as it pleased me, and now that I've made another one for him to clean up, I think I'll go back to sleep. starmail has a day off from school today (good timing!), so he'll be dropping by to meet me in a few hours.

- Liya Rowan O'Manichinn de Baradat

p.s. pictures will follow, once my lazy-bums for parents either get out of bed and upload them, or once they hand me the cell phone / camera (which they apparently can't figure out how to send pictures from bed), I'll figure it out and do it myself. Does a girl need to do everything for herself around here?

Gran'Papa sent me a present! And it's not even my birth day yet (but sooooon, I'm gettin' restless...) !

Man, here I am, doing my daily somersaults, stomping on amberphlame's liver, and suddenly I'm getting poked and prodded at and this weird high-pitched noise keeps intermittently squealing at me. Like, what's up with that? I thought that maybe I'd kick my momma's kidneys and it would go away, but no dice. More squealing, so I figured I'd just try to bury my head in this nice soft squishy tissue where my tether is anchored into, and that seemed to help a little. Then, people starting talking to me again - I think it may have been those Other Two I always here hanging around, who always show up when momma gets loud...

Well, off to a french women's pool party - none of *vous* are invited, but as *I* am a french lady, I'm gonna go hang in the pool and... well, learn about what french ladies talk about when their's no menfolk around! Gotta get my training in early, ya know!