Illustration by Claire Robertson

My Name is Oskar Tex Hosken and I'm four years old. Daddy built my website for me and Mummy helps me write my journal. I have a little sister, Jasmine, who also has a website.

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Friday, September 26, 2003
This morning Daddy started singing: 'Go Lions, Brisbane Lions...' so I started singing right over the top of him:

Good ol Coingwood a eber
Dey know how to play game (go pies!)
Side by side 'ey ic togeber
To up'old magpie name...

Hee hee, Uncle Ad and Nan taught me that. Mum and Dad are not impressed. Actually secretly I think they are, but they say it's the wrong song. Go Pies!

Warning: Poo story ahead! Name has been changed to protect my friend from getting really embarrassed.

I couldn't go to Shell's this week - she was sick - so I went to Bob's house for a play instead. We screamed around the place and had a great time. I showed Bob how I pee in the toilet. He pointed to the potty and said I should use that, but I like the big toilet, because I'm a big boy like Daddy.

Afterwards, when we were outside, a puddle appeared under Bob's feet. He pointed and yelled, 'Wee!!! Ha ha ha!!!' I just stared at the puddle and watched as it got bigger and dripped down the steps. I was wondering why he didn't pee in the toilet, or at least the bushes. But then he told his Mummy that he'd pooed as well. Ergh! It fell down his leg and ended up in splodges across the floor as he walked. So then there was this huge clean-up, where he had to get in the bath and his mum put on gloves and washed him with cold water and soap. Ick! I said to Mum, 'Bob poo.' That's all I could come up with at the time.

I think I'll stick to pooing in my nappy. Mum and Dad have promised me Thunderbird 1 when I poo in the toilet, but I haven't done it yet. Some day, maybe.



Friday, September 19, 2003
Okay, they seem to have worked out a way to keep my door closed now, but no matter, there's enough in my room to keep me entertained until Daddy lets me out for brekky. Doesn't bother me. Really.

I had a bath with Jasmine a few days ago. We didn't have too many bubbles this time so I could see Jasmine's thighs. Boy, they're huge! I think they're bigger than mine, with lots more creases. I don't have any creases. I keep my thighs in shape with lots of Riverdancing.

I'm doing well with peeing in the toilet. I wish Mum and Dad and everyone else would just quit harping on at me about it though. They're all reminding me every ten minutes to have a pee - as if I need to go that often. I go when I want to go. Sometimes I get Mummy to help me and othertimes I just go myself without any help. Except last time I did that I discovered that the stool was a bit far out from the toilet and I kind of missed. Mum came in just as I was pulling up my pants and I quickly ran away and left her to it.

I had a bit of a major accident at Michelle's on Wednesday though. I was eating lunch and I guess I just forgot and let it all go...and go and go. Shell wasn't very happy about that - I got soaked and so did the chair I was sitting on. Oops.

And there was also the time when I followed Mum downstairs, except she wasn't there and I couldn't find her. I ran through the courtyard and out into the car park, but couldn't see her. Once I was out in the car park, I couldn't get back in the gate to go upstairs again, and I got a bit worried. Where was she? I called out, 'Mummy...Mummy...Mummy...' and finally she came to me. She must have been out for a jog, judging my the amount she was puffing when she found me. But by then I'd kind of let loose again and my trackit pants were all wet. That was very icky and Mum wouldn't carry me because I was so wet, so I had to walk all the way up the stairs with wet pants. I guess I'll get the hang of it.


Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Hee hee hee. For the last few days I've been having this great game with Mum and Dad. I wake up at 5am then set about examining the latest method they've devised to keep the door closed. After some experimental tugs and some singing and talking to myself, I've usually worked out a way to bypass the system in five minutes. Great game, Mum and Dad! Keep it up!


Monday, September 15, 2003
I've been a bit housebound over the last couple of days because of my cold, so I've been getting in to all kinds of mischief. Yep, deliberately too! The best (or worst) trick that is guaranteed to get a reaction is to climb up the bookshelf to reach my videos. I step on Daddy's chair, then across to the bookshelf, put my knee on the table and get my other foot a level higher. Then I get both hands onto the upper shelves and climb up like it's a ladder. Having got that far, I'm usually removed before I can reach my videos. Mum and Dad get very cranky with me. Although I do get a bit scared when I get that high. Sometimes I baulk when I have one foot on the table and the other on the shelf. Then I call out, 'Okkar stuck...help...help,' and have to wait there for Mum or Dad to rescue me.

I also managed to climb up to the kitchen bench by putting my feet on the knobs on the drawers - I was very pleased with that, but Mum wasn't.

I've been pretty hungry lately and Mum and Dad can be a bit slow on producing the food. So I rummage through the cupboard to help myself by getting my stool and putting it in front of the pantry, or I ask for more food: I'll say, 'Okkar need dried apple, dried apricot...' or 'Okkar need someping else to eat...' Yesterday I did get some dried fruit and I went up to Jasmine and said, 'Look Jasmine, Okkar's got dried apricot and apple. Look Jasmine.' She wasn't very interested.

We spent the afternoon on Sunday watching the footy - I was looking forward to watching Rupe. Half way through I heard the commentators talking about Rupert Betheras, and I pointed to the man with the footy and said, 'that's Rupe'. I was right too. Uncle Ad rang while we were watching the footy and Daddy let me talk to him. My side of the conversation went, 'Hello Uncle Ad...Okkar's watching Bucks...I love Ad...Bye Uncle Ad.' Except I was watching Rupe not Bucks, but anyway...

My really big news is that yesteday I started wearing undies instead of a nappy. I told Daddy that I wanted to pee in the toilet, so he helped me take off my nappy and I stood in front of the toilet just like Daddy does and peed into it. I'm just tall enough. Just. I went bounding out of the bathroom to tell Mummy and she said, 'Oh, you weed in the toilet did you?' and I said, 'No, peed.'

Since then I've been wearing my undies and peeing in the toilet. Well, except for the three times when I forgot. But Mum and Dad were very nice about it and didn't make me feel bad - although I did feel bad despite their niceness. I've worn three different bits of clothing on my bottom half today. Good thing I didn't go out.


Saturday, September 13, 2003
My cold is back again - not fair! I've had a great weekend with Nan and Grandad. We went to Vic market and Brunetti's and to my favourite parks - lots of fun except for my drippy nose.

I took my CD player and CDs to playgroup on Thursday. We don't have any music there, so Mum and I thought it would be nice for a change. After listening to Hullabaloo for a while, I put on Riverdance and started dancing to it. All my friends were doing other things but the mums were all sitting around yakking, so I tried to get their attention. That was hard - I had to say, 'Watch...watch...watch...watch...' lots of times, meanwhile holding my starting pose until they looked. Finally Maria heard me and got all the others to watch. Then I waited for the right bit of music to do my run in like Michael and jigged around just like him. All the mums were very impressed and clapped and cheered. I was very pleased - I let a little smile slip out before focussing back on my dancing.

Mini Maestros was really good this week and we've decided that I'm going to continue it next term. The teacher had been a bit slow and I was getting bored between songs, but this week she kept things moving really well. I love going there with Granny and then having a play together afterwards.

I'm also continuing swimming, but I have been moved up to a pre-learn-to-swim class for next term. That's a bit scary, but at least it's with Liza, my favourite teacher. This week at swimming, Daddy made me go under the water. I protested, but he kind of insisted...by dunking me under. I did pretty well though - I picked up five rings off the steps and I closed my mouth each time I went under while I kept my eyes open to see where the rings were. I was a bit proud of myself afterwards. I got home and showed Mum how I closed my mouth tightly. She was impressed.

Daddy has added a guestbook to my site. Please sign it - I'd love to know who's reading my journal and how you found it - thanks!


Monday, September 08, 2003
This week I've felt much better than last week. I'm over my cold and have been mostly sleeping through until about 6.30am. I woke at 5.30am only a couple of times. I love the mornings with Daddy. I call out for him, or start singing or playing in my room so that he can hear me. This morning I yelled out, 'Five, four, three, two, one...funderbirds are go!' That woke him up!

My favourite website this week is the Thunderbirds online. I click on all the Thunderbirds faces and tell Mum or Dad who they are, then watch the Thunderbird space ships take off. Then I open another window and do it again. I often end up with six or eight windows open, all with Thunderbird Four motoring along.

Since I'm into Thunderbirds at the moment, Daddy made me my own Tracy Island out of an old nappy box. He cut a hole in the top for Thunderbird One, and a flap at the side for Thunderbird Two. Then we made the ships out of lego and set about rescuing Tinky-Winky and Wild Thing monster. But that was after I stood against the wall with my arms up like Scott, and 'turned around the left' to get to Thunderbird One. We had great fun!

I've worked out how to use the 'back' button on the browser - it's the little green arrow up the top. And I can also use the backspace button on the keyboard. That's so I can rub out all the little stars that I type in to the password box when the computer is locked. I'm trying to crack the code.

I've also been doing a lot of dancing this week. Daddy burnt me a CD of Riverdance music, so I can put it in my CD player whenever I like and dance to it. I stand at the end of the hall waiting for the bit of music when Michael Flatley runs on, then I race into the lounge with my arms out and start dancing. In case Mum and Dad haven't already, I yell, 'Clap!' and they clap and yell, 'yay!' while I dance. I get very puffed doing it. Not as puffed as Mum though, she burns out after only a few minutes.


 

Taking in the view with Dad at Sandringham beach


A sort of preview birthday cake...(I turn 5 tomorrow!!!)


We're Dixie and Pumpy


Looooove the Kew Traffic School


We got you, Uncle Ad, now give up!


Are we too cool, or what?!


Watching the ducks on a breezy day...but nothing stops me from wearing my muscle shirt.


I'm not dizzy, no, no...


Whoaah!! Grampa made this for me!


Night-night, Mummy!



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