That was me in the car seat. Obviously, Mommy took this photo while she was at the front seat. Duh.

But anyway, see me pouting there? Mommy remembered that I just woke up from my slumber, ditto my very dreamy and a little bit confused face. I was going to stretch, Mommy said, or rather, I did stretch! I always stretched whenever I woke up from sleep, even when I was smaller.

Mommy also told me another interesting story of us in the car. Apparently, I wailed my eyes out earlier probably because I wanted to go to sleep, but my eyes would not obey since we were looking out onto the sea. Yes, we probably were going to the beaches, though Mommy didn’t remember which one, she said.

And this photo was taken when I was twenty one months old when this photo was taken, in August 2006. Look at my hair. Frankensteina in the making, doncha think? And look at my yummy tummy. Mommy said I love my soy milk.

Very, very much. He he he…

Mommy missed these photos. These should be put up here couple of weeks ago, while Mommy chronologized all my photos. But it’s OK. These were taken around the last week of March, 2006, so that makes me around 16 months old.

As you can see, I made myself pretty much comfortable around the house, especially on this leather sofa. It was quite comfortable, and Mommy loved it because it was pretty much stain-proof. I would usually eat my strawberries over there, and get the red stains all over myself, the sofa included.

All Mommy gotta do was take a damp towel, and wipe it clean.

Easy peasy, like what Jamie Oliver would say.

I would usually plopped myself down and watch Balamory over the telly. Or whatever that caught my fancy, actually.

I would share the sofa with Mommy and Daddy if they were nice to me. And we shared the sofa most of the times, so you could say that Mommy and Daddy had usually been nice towards this little princess tot. Heh heh..

The photo above was taken during one of our drive up to Ramsgate. Both Mommy and Daddy like the place for different reasons. Daddy like the place because that is the one place that he likes to get his monthly or bi-monthly (if he behaves hehehe) fix of cheap chippies. Oh, chippies, as in fish and chips.

Very cheap chippies that we would be able to get both in Margate and Ramsgate. Daddy was the one who introduced us to Peter’s Fish Factory at both places, but most of the times we would be getting some over at Ramsgate.

I have some photos of me eating some chippies bought from Peter’s, but Mommy said she could not be bothered to search for it in the photo album. She said she made an entry about it over at her journal. She said she would look for it and link it here later on.

If she felt like it, that is.

But again, this was taken probably in December 2005 or January 2006. Mommy said she could not resist. She just had to add this one photo.

She said I looked as if I was running after my own shadow.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe, eh?

We were on our way to the city center, and catch our train or flight back to Luton. We had not decided on our mode of transport back. Mommy told me that it took us 1 1/2 hour to get to Scotland on a flight from Luton. She also added that if we were to take the Virgin Express, three hours would be added to travel time.

But anyway, we took a cab to get to the city center, and walk around after finished eating our breakfast. Daddy then contacted airlines, but we were flummoxed when we were told that no seats were available for flight back to London, or Luton.

Daddy said that we definitely need to take the train. He then contacted Virgin Express, and he bought couple of tickets for us. He also was informed that it was not five hours journey. It would take almost six hours to get to London. Mommy said she was worried that I might not be able to sit still if we were to take a longer way home.

Mommy was partly right.

But I partly behaved on the train. I would never forget that train ride. When we embark on the train, we found out just how many people were traveling on that day. Too many. And since we had my Gracco pram with us, it was not easy maneuvering around.

As it was not easy to find seatings for us to seat together. So Daddy made a decision after talking to the train attendant. He found out that there are more seatings over at the First Class coach. Daddy decided that we would just have to trade up and top up the tickets to first class. Whichever, I don’t know. All I know is that it was so crampy inside the coach, so I was glad when we had our own table at FIrst Class.

Our train ride home on Virgin Express doubled for what we paid for our flight tickets, Mommy said. But it’s OK, Mommy. Now we know that I really could take public transportations.

As long as I don’t need to sit in it for more than two hours.

Tee hee….