A Day In Jack’s Life

I am one-and-a-half years old now. This would meant that I am officially old enough to blog. Since my Dad is away at work, this is the best time for me to show off my blogging skil skilz skills.

One-and-a-half years old

Let me share with you what an average day in my life consists off of:

8:00 – 8:30AM

I am finally awake after trying so hard to keep my eyes open. Why is my bed so messy? Need to talk to my friend Emily, she lives in a book. She is always awake as usual.

8:30 – 9:30AM

I think it is time that I call out for Mom to come and pick me out from the cot. I need my freedom. Mom! My diaper gets changed and she hands me my cereal. Okay, she feeds me. I don’t see a need to learn how to use the spoon yet.

9:30 – 10:30AM

I get to run around in the garden after breakfast. The garden looks so huge, I don’t even have to step out of the gate to get my daily dose of exercise. Mom starts calling me and I hate this next part — bathing. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing with water, just as long as it is not all over me.

10:30 – 12:30PM

This is my alone time that I spend talking to my toys. There is the stacking tower, the alphabets and the picture flash cards. Mom will come around later to read me some nursery rhymes. My current favourite activity? Counting from one to ten and praising myself afterwards for a job well done. Mom wants me to recite the alphabets, I purposely leave out I, L and R to see her reaction.

12:30 – 4:30PM

Mom prepares my lunch, which is porridge. I simply love this stuff. But at the moment I am not telling Mom yet. Let her wonder a bit. After lunch, I have a short nap of 2 hours. I need this nap, or else I would be cranky later in the evening.

4:30 – 5:30PM

I wake up energized. My diaper gets changed again. I think I need to start learning to tell my Mom when I am peeing, but I guess that could wait. I have so many things to learn right now. Where are my flash cards? My ears are attune to the sound of the gate opening. The first one would be Grandfather walking back from work. Then it will be followed by Dad in his green blue yellow red car.

5:30 – 6:00PM

Dad will bring me for my second round of exercise in the garden. This time I’m surrounded by Cuddy and Ebony. I tried talking to them by woofing, they seem to understand me perfectly by barking back. Problem is, I don’t understand them. What to do? Maybe tomorrow I will.

6:00 – 7:00PM

Time for my bath again. I’m trying to get my Mom wet but in the end, I’m the one who is wet. This is frustrating. I need stronger limbs, maybe Dad will help me out. I get to eat my dinner first before the family does, and it is still my favourite — porridge. I don’t know how Mom does it, cooking the exact same dish for lunch and dinner. That is why I’m blogging about it.

7:00 – 8:30PM

Dad goes into the exercise room for his routine, I try to copy him but after 1 rep, I am exhausted. I sit around and do my best yoga impression. We need to keep healthy right? Dinner for the family is served soon enough, I wonder why aren’t they having porridge? Can’t they see that it is yummy? I get fed some tidbits as the rest of the family sit down and watch the news. There’s Grandmother and Grandfather, then Mom and Dad.

8:30 – 9:30PM

I get to do some light reading and play around with my toys before bedtime. I store away my toys before being called by Mom to get into bed. This time I am going to keep my eyes open for as long as I can.

9:30 – 8:00AM

I try my best to stay awake. It is so dark and quiet. The aircon is on, it is so comfortable. I … need … to … stay awake. Oh well, maybe I will try again tomorrow. Zzz.


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