This is Balloo the baby typing to you. I neeeeed to type to you today because something veeeeery strange is happening at my new house. Mama has started running about washing, and folding, and repositioning things and sticking them in that big monster on wheeeeels that eeeeats her clothes. At first, I was thinking that we were moving into a new house again, but there aren't any paper crates being filled. Then, I remembered in my little puppeeee brain about the last time that cloth monster on wheeeeels came out of the closet. Mama packed big sister Aria and I up in our crate, made us ride in the car for a veeeeeery long time and then took a veeeeeeeery long ride on a big shiny beast that was noisy.
Am I going on the shiny beast again? I am thinking that that is just not natural. Birds aren't shiny and they fly, but they aren't as noisy as the shiny beast. I don't think I can ride them either. Actually, I kind of want to chase them. I can't help it. My little puppeeee brain stops working and my feeeeet take over and I start running. And running and running, soooooooo fast!Oh, but I was typing to you about the shiny beast. I think I have to ride it again. Hmmmmm. I am thinking I don't know if I like this, but if I don't ride the shiny beast, will Mama leave me heres? Oh, we can't have that! Next time Mama starts putting her under pears, erm, under bears...hmmm, under thingies in the cloth monster on wheeeeeels, I will get in it so she does not forget little meeeeee.
Mama? Where did she go? Mama! Oh no! I am thinking the cloth monster on wheeeels got her. I must go save her!
Mama!!!!! I'm coming!!!! Don't let the under pears suffocate you....