Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Funny Baby Captions


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Funny Baby Captions Biography
Babies are great! And stories about life with a baby are wonderful to read. Babies give you so many moments of laughter either when something happens or at least afterwards.

Like when you stand there the first time with a diaper that has spread its content all the way up to your baby's back and you wonder how on earth to undress your baby without using the scissors...

Or the first time your baby started to make faces intentionally... Here's the place to share your best baby memories! Other mothers already did.

Maybe you want to share a great picture of your cutie? Share your photo and tell us about the situation when it was taken.

Baby life truly is fantastic! Hard, chaotic and filled with laughter and love.

Remember when your baby screamed through the entire night? When he laughed the first time? When he threw up on his dad's new suit just the moment after you arrived at the formal dinner party?

I have two siblings, so there are three of us total. My brother, the eldest, was the mischievous one, my little sister was the victim. I, however, was more animal than child. I'd steal toys and scavenge for food in the kitchen when no one was looking. I didn't take naps unless I wanted to- I'd pretend I was asleep and bolt outside as my mom was off guard. I bit anything that came close to my face and scale shelves and counters to reach cookies and fruit.

But nighttime was my weakness. I hated being alone in my room, so, like a lot of children my age, I slept with my parents. Eventually, they put a lock outside my door to lock me in at night. So, instead of sleeping in my bed, I'd make forts to keep away all the monsters and made nests on top of my closet. This also made it difficult to send me to school.

Living like this made me a very skilled climber. It didn't matter what the surface was or how high- as long as I had a motive, it'd get done. Well, one day my parents took away my favorite blankie and told me that I couldn't have it unless I cleaned my room. This made me very upset, of course. By now, my parents were wary of my climbing abilities, so, they put my blankie in our attic- which was only accessible by ladder. Or so they thought. The ladder was too heavy for me to push. I improvised. I stacked and arranged a tower of chairs, books, and cushions, only to realize halfway that they had put a lock on the attic door.

Well, there's also an openable window on the roof that lets sunlight come through. I ran outside, and climbed onto our black fence that separated the back yard from the front. Mind you, I was about eight when this happened, so I didn't weight very much. From the fence, I squirreled over a big mossy rock that was a little bit taller than the lowest part of the roof. Using my hands and knees, I ventured over the peaks of my rooftops to the opposite side of the house. Lo and behold, I managed to reach the attic window and only sustained a bruise on my knee. Luckily, the window was open. The prize was within grasp! Slipping in, I grabbed my beloved blankie. Carrying my blankie in my mouth the way a mother cat would do her kitten, I made the trek across the roof a SECOND time and successfully made it back to land.

I actually only remembered some of this; my neighbors had seen me and while watching me, called my mother. But by the time she actually picked up the phone (my neighbors were particularly obnoxious; my mother tried to ignore their calls as much as humanly possible), I was already back on the sofa watching TV.

I'm fourteen now; I'm a quiet introvert who likes art and writing. I don't play any sports, and prefer to keep to a small group of friends.

My behavior greatly contrasts now from when I was eight, but needless to say, I'm still not afraid of heights
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