abokado
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Heya, this is my log. I'm running a V5 Familitchi right now.
[snipped due to too much pictured in this post]
Well, yeah, I'm not sure about the format yet, but since my babies are already adults now I'm gonna do a quick history story. You know what I mean.
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Hello, my name is abokado. Well, alright, it's not my real name, but you can call me it.
I want to tell you a story. Not just any story, a story about me.
One day, someone knocked on my door. It was a man. A man I have never seen before. He looked quite sad - and very tired. Worried, I asked him, if he needs help. He just shock his head and pointed to a basket that was on the floor next to him. In the basket were three egs. Really big eggs. I wondered if they were ostrich eggs, since those were the only big ones I knew of.
But I can honestly say, I never expected something like this to happen. He asked me to take care of the eggs. "Of.. what?", I asked, confused. Don't peopl like, eat eggs? And what's up with this basket and blanket, anyways?
"Those are special eggs. Babies are inside of them. I need you to take care of them", he told me. I laughed. But only a made. That man was making me a bit nervous. He wasn't quite right in the head, was he? "Sadly.. I can't take care of them. I am always working overtime, sometimes I don't even come home. I just can't take care of them..", he almost whispered at the end and I swear, he was about to cry. "But.. that.. what? Babies? Birds? I don't.. what am I supposed to-", but before I could even ask him, he turned around and ran. Yes, he just ran and left me, standing there in a daze.
You know, it's funny. I very clearly remember my childhood. A lot of times I would take an egg from the kitchen, wrap it in a blanket and put it in a little basket. I was hoping to hatch it. Suffice to say, nothing ever hatched. So.. I don't know why I did that exactly, but I picked up the basket, looked for all the lamps I could find, put the basket next to the heater and turned on all the lamps so that the eggs would have it warm enough. It just.. seemed like the right thing to do, you know? I didn't really believe his story, but IF there was something living inside, I couldn't just let them leave there out could, could I?
(Unfortunately I didn't take a picture of them back then, so I drew one.. badly.)
To my surprise I found baby bottles and even a.. well, a puppy sheet in the basket. You know, the thing you use when you have a puppy that doesn't know yet not to pee indoors. What the heck is going to hatch!?
But that wait was rather short and soon the egg shells cracked and...
(Again.. forgot to make a picture, I was just too busy with them!)
Those came out. I have never in my life seen such things. The kinda look like Digimon, don't they? You know, those little digital monster things from a TV show. I quite liked that. I even could perfectly imitate the voice of Gabumon. Gold ol' times.
But the babies don't have much for nostalgie and soon started to cry like maniacs. And poop. Boy, it was so much poop. They made poops that were bigger than them, I kid you not. So I hurried in the kitchen, heated some milk and got a lot of tissues and trash bags and gloves because they... made a real mess. It was insane. First they didn't want the milk and spit it out back right at my face while pooping and they rolled around and one of them almost fell out of the basket and I don't even know how because he can't walk and ugh.
But I somehow managed! They were fed, clean and rather easily entertained with dangling a cat's toy in front of them. Kinda cute.
Soon they changed. I didn't see how it happened. I was watching TV while they were sleeping, when I suddenly heard noise and checked on them. And they.. uh..
(Sorry for the bad quality!)
Looked interesting.
Fortunately, it wasn't as bad anymore. They would be all whiny when they wanted to poop, so I could put them in time on a little ducky toilet, they ate almost everything I offered them and even liked everything.
I called the.. blobly one Ichirou, since it means something like first born son in Japanese, the one who looks like a mochi was obviously Sakura and I simply called the last one Derpy since he is.. a bit derpy. He is always the one to fall down, or spit his food out. It's kinda funny.
While I was confused about them in the first place and didn't quite know what to do with them in the beginning, they soon grew on me. And which each hour I got to know them better. Sakura for example REALLY loves the big mirror we have in the hallway and she would always cry at me so I would bring her to the mirror where she would.. look at herself, I guess? She is either vain or highly entertained by the funny faces she makes, I don't know. Ichirou on the other hand really likes dancing. Like, really.
I'm pretty much always listening to music and he would always bop and jump with the rhythmus. Since he is also beginning to understand the human language he really loves KARA's song "Jumping".. since this is what they do the whole day. THE WHOLE DAY. Are the never getting tired? Crazy.
Derpy on the other hand.. he really likes his sister and brother, so he always tries to be with them whenever he can. But since he is so clumsy he just ends up hanging out with me when they are busy jumping and looking into mirrors. He is quite shy, actually and not needy at all. He is happy enough just sitting on a blanket on my table and watching me doing stuff. I guess it's fascinating him? He especially loves to see animal videos. I really loves cats, it's weird! But I love watching cat videos, so we have something in common, I guess.
A few days went by and we happily lived side by side. One day it happened again. And again I wasn't with them when it happened. I was working on an essay when I suddenly heard little Ichirou crying out and calling for me. Like the worried parent I was I immediately jumped up to see if something happened.
Something certainly happened..
He looked like a completely new person. I was so astonished, I just stood there in the door, staring at him and couldn't believe it!
Soon he started to cry. He cried because he was so happy, no relieved. I didn't quite catch everything, but he said he was so happy not to be ugly anymore so his mommy could be proud of him.. which caused me to cry aswell. Not because I was happy he wasn't "ugly" anymore, but because I felt utterly horrible. I know I praised Sakura a lot because she was so cute - but was I such abad parent that I made my other son feel like he is ugly and not loved!? I hugged him, crying, and told him that he was always pretty and that I loved him very much and that would never change, ever.
(Chamametchi looks so bad, I'm so sorry. My pen broke in the middle of drawing and I couldn't draw her proportions properly since I'm not really good at it. )
My other two babies changed as well - Sakura became even prettier and Derpy just kinda stayed how he was, wasn't he? But I told them that I loved them all very much. None of my children should ever think they are ugly or not loved by me!
And in return, the told me the love me the bestest. We cried some more and everything was fine.
Today I woke up earlier than them. But I since I was still tired and didn't want to wake them up I just got back to bed and tried to cuddle with them, when someone told them I was crushing them. It.. sounded different. Who was that?
I picked up my glasses and turned on the light and..
They changed again!
I noticed how they were getting bigger and bigger each day and learned extremely fast. They started out as little babies who could only poop and cry, became toddlers and slowly learned to walk (or rather jump) and make other noises, became children and could properly talk, walk and play with me and now.. now they are grown ups. They told me so themselves, but I'm not quiiite sure. Of course they wanted to prove me otherwise and started making breakfast. Sure, it was only toast but my little Ichirou made me tea!
I mean, I don't like tea, but how could I have told him that after all his effort? I smiled and drank it nonetheless.
[snipped due to too much pictured in this post]
Well, yeah, I'm not sure about the format yet, but since my babies are already adults now I'm gonna do a quick history story. You know what I mean.
~~~~
Hello, my name is abokado. Well, alright, it's not my real name, but you can call me it.
I want to tell you a story. Not just any story, a story about me.
One day, someone knocked on my door. It was a man. A man I have never seen before. He looked quite sad - and very tired. Worried, I asked him, if he needs help. He just shock his head and pointed to a basket that was on the floor next to him. In the basket were three egs. Really big eggs. I wondered if they were ostrich eggs, since those were the only big ones I knew of.
But I can honestly say, I never expected something like this to happen. He asked me to take care of the eggs. "Of.. what?", I asked, confused. Don't peopl like, eat eggs? And what's up with this basket and blanket, anyways?
"Those are special eggs. Babies are inside of them. I need you to take care of them", he told me. I laughed. But only a made. That man was making me a bit nervous. He wasn't quite right in the head, was he? "Sadly.. I can't take care of them. I am always working overtime, sometimes I don't even come home. I just can't take care of them..", he almost whispered at the end and I swear, he was about to cry. "But.. that.. what? Babies? Birds? I don't.. what am I supposed to-", but before I could even ask him, he turned around and ran. Yes, he just ran and left me, standing there in a daze.
You know, it's funny. I very clearly remember my childhood. A lot of times I would take an egg from the kitchen, wrap it in a blanket and put it in a little basket. I was hoping to hatch it. Suffice to say, nothing ever hatched. So.. I don't know why I did that exactly, but I picked up the basket, looked for all the lamps I could find, put the basket next to the heater and turned on all the lamps so that the eggs would have it warm enough. It just.. seemed like the right thing to do, you know? I didn't really believe his story, but IF there was something living inside, I couldn't just let them leave there out could, could I?
(Unfortunately I didn't take a picture of them back then, so I drew one.. badly.)
To my surprise I found baby bottles and even a.. well, a puppy sheet in the basket. You know, the thing you use when you have a puppy that doesn't know yet not to pee indoors. What the heck is going to hatch!?
But that wait was rather short and soon the egg shells cracked and...
(Again.. forgot to make a picture, I was just too busy with them!)
Those came out. I have never in my life seen such things. The kinda look like Digimon, don't they? You know, those little digital monster things from a TV show. I quite liked that. I even could perfectly imitate the voice of Gabumon. Gold ol' times.
But the babies don't have much for nostalgie and soon started to cry like maniacs. And poop. Boy, it was so much poop. They made poops that were bigger than them, I kid you not. So I hurried in the kitchen, heated some milk and got a lot of tissues and trash bags and gloves because they... made a real mess. It was insane. First they didn't want the milk and spit it out back right at my face while pooping and they rolled around and one of them almost fell out of the basket and I don't even know how because he can't walk and ugh.
But I somehow managed! They were fed, clean and rather easily entertained with dangling a cat's toy in front of them. Kinda cute.
Soon they changed. I didn't see how it happened. I was watching TV while they were sleeping, when I suddenly heard noise and checked on them. And they.. uh..
(Sorry for the bad quality!)
Looked interesting.
Fortunately, it wasn't as bad anymore. They would be all whiny when they wanted to poop, so I could put them in time on a little ducky toilet, they ate almost everything I offered them and even liked everything.
I called the.. blobly one Ichirou, since it means something like first born son in Japanese, the one who looks like a mochi was obviously Sakura and I simply called the last one Derpy since he is.. a bit derpy. He is always the one to fall down, or spit his food out. It's kinda funny.
While I was confused about them in the first place and didn't quite know what to do with them in the beginning, they soon grew on me. And which each hour I got to know them better. Sakura for example REALLY loves the big mirror we have in the hallway and she would always cry at me so I would bring her to the mirror where she would.. look at herself, I guess? She is either vain or highly entertained by the funny faces she makes, I don't know. Ichirou on the other hand really likes dancing. Like, really.
I'm pretty much always listening to music and he would always bop and jump with the rhythmus. Since he is also beginning to understand the human language he really loves KARA's song "Jumping".. since this is what they do the whole day. THE WHOLE DAY. Are the never getting tired? Crazy.
Derpy on the other hand.. he really likes his sister and brother, so he always tries to be with them whenever he can. But since he is so clumsy he just ends up hanging out with me when they are busy jumping and looking into mirrors. He is quite shy, actually and not needy at all. He is happy enough just sitting on a blanket on my table and watching me doing stuff. I guess it's fascinating him? He especially loves to see animal videos. I really loves cats, it's weird! But I love watching cat videos, so we have something in common, I guess.
A few days went by and we happily lived side by side. One day it happened again. And again I wasn't with them when it happened. I was working on an essay when I suddenly heard little Ichirou crying out and calling for me. Like the worried parent I was I immediately jumped up to see if something happened.
Something certainly happened..
He looked like a completely new person. I was so astonished, I just stood there in the door, staring at him and couldn't believe it!
Soon he started to cry. He cried because he was so happy, no relieved. I didn't quite catch everything, but he said he was so happy not to be ugly anymore so his mommy could be proud of him.. which caused me to cry aswell. Not because I was happy he wasn't "ugly" anymore, but because I felt utterly horrible. I know I praised Sakura a lot because she was so cute - but was I such abad parent that I made my other son feel like he is ugly and not loved!? I hugged him, crying, and told him that he was always pretty and that I loved him very much and that would never change, ever.
(Chamametchi looks so bad, I'm so sorry. My pen broke in the middle of drawing and I couldn't draw her proportions properly since I'm not really good at it. )
My other two babies changed as well - Sakura became even prettier and Derpy just kinda stayed how he was, wasn't he? But I told them that I loved them all very much. None of my children should ever think they are ugly or not loved by me!
And in return, the told me the love me the bestest. We cried some more and everything was fine.
Today I woke up earlier than them. But I since I was still tired and didn't want to wake them up I just got back to bed and tried to cuddle with them, when someone told them I was crushing them. It.. sounded different. Who was that?
I picked up my glasses and turned on the light and..
They changed again!
I noticed how they were getting bigger and bigger each day and learned extremely fast. They started out as little babies who could only poop and cry, became toddlers and slowly learned to walk (or rather jump) and make other noises, became children and could properly talk, walk and play with me and now.. now they are grown ups. They told me so themselves, but I'm not quiiite sure. Of course they wanted to prove me otherwise and started making breakfast. Sure, it was only toast but my little Ichirou made me tea!
I mean, I don't like tea, but how could I have told him that after all his effort? I smiled and drank it nonetheless.