Off on another mission

Fellow babies, I wanted to let you know that I will be traveling this week to see the midwesterners and make contact with some of the female baby spies in the midwest. I will not be able to post while I am gone, too many adult slaves scrutinizing my every move, but I will post as soon as possible upon my return. Until then, keep working on our ongoing stratgic plan to drive those adult slave nuts! You know what you need to do!

Battle of Wills

So all of you are familiar with my battle with the female slave over carrots....well...today she tried to feed me a food that had previously been acceptable for the General's consumption, but I am just not in the mood to eat. Between this awful heat, and the fact that my gums are swollen and sore, I just don't want to do it. The female slave INSISTED however, and these pics will demonstrate for you just how well that went for her.

While I am refusing to eat the solid food, the female slave had cooled it off with an ice cube, which made it more than acceptable to stick my hands in.

Hey you, stupid beagle! Come over here, I have something that I think you will enjoy... we all know you are so dumb you eat cat poop and think it's a tasty snack, so this should be a nice change for ya!

Female slave, that shade of purple looks lovely on you! No, I really didn't realize quite how far the food would splatter when I smacked the bowl down on the table that hard!

Maybe if I smile at her she will quit glaring at me while wiping apples & blueberries off of her boobs....

Gimme that camera! There cannot be any record of this incident when the male slave gets home, I don't want him fussing at me again about how I need to be nicer to you when you are trying to feed me!

This one goes out to my Australian Love

I am sure that all of you have heard that I am already betrothed to my Australian love, Ivy. While I resisted this plan of my female adult slave to promise me to one girl baby at such a young age, I quickly realized that an arrangement with an Australian beauty would be a wise strategic move for the BWDM. Plus, I have seen pics of Ivy -- she is one cute girl baby!!! I think she will suffice as the mate to General Little Bear.

My future mother-in-law slave has sent me a couple of outfits as betrothal gifts. I put one on yesterday and ordered my female slave to snap these pics so that I could send them out to Ivy and her slaves as a goodwill gesture towards the future joining of our countries in the interest of furthering global expansion of the BWDM.

Female slave, what is taking you so long to get the camera ready?? We need to take these pics before I melt in this heat, since you two adult slaves are too cheap to purchase that wonderful thing that I have heard of called air conditioning!

Ivy and future mother-in-law slave, thank you so much for this outfit! I have a request however...next time, could we try something a little more dignified....say something in a military camouflage?

Ivy, pay no attention to anything that the one you are forced to call "mummy" says. Do not dispair, when we take over there will be no more talk of having to crawl if you don't want to!

I must nap now to conserve energy for late afternoon fussing. It's all part of the plan, fuss and whine at the adult slaves as MUCH AS POSSIBLE in this heat, it drives them absolutely batty! I will dream of my Australian beauty while I nap.....

Caught While Relaxing

Well even generals have to take some down time, and the female slave captured these shots while I was on a break from working on a particuarly difficult battle strategy plan for the BWDM.

Female slave, what do you say we skip the whole pureed vegetable thing today and live dangerously....a pepperoni pizza perhaps?

Damn female slave...I told her I wanted to relax yet she purposely put this toy out of my reach! What's the point of HAVING an adult slave if they can't follow the simplest of directions?

Female slave, if you hand me the toy I will spare you from prune eating poopy diap duty...

Nevermind...that is going to be just too good to give up. I will manage to get the toy myself!

Are you working on ordering that pizza? What? you need teeth to eat pizza?? A minor detail!

Just say no to the carrot

As you all know, I have been trying to break in the adult female slave to full-time General Little Bear care. For the most part, apart from the fashion emergency dressing, things are going ok, or at least they were until she decided to try to give me carrots. That's right, I said CARROTS. Probably the most hated of foods! Well I just wasn't having any part of that, and of course she thought that because she was bigger she would impose her will on me......I think NOT.

Oh I'm sorry female slave....was the point of this to actually get me to EAT some of the carrots?


That Chinese food the male slave has looks good....can we give that a go instead?


HEE HEE....It's in my hair you say? Better in my hair than in my mouth with that nasty stuff!


Sure I'll take a stab at feeding myself......maybe I can actually get the carrots inside the baby instead of all over him!


An easy way to dispose of the hated carrots -- just dump them in your lap! What's the female slave gonna do? It can always be blamed on poor coordination....

Well it's certainly not Calvin Klein

I had quite an interesting day today... for some reason, the female adult slave has taken over my daytime care from the surly teenage slave...something about the teenage slave being more surly than usual. Anyway, the adult female slave is not entirely used to my daytime routine, so the last few days have been quite interesting while I work to break her in.

No, it really is time for me to get up, let me out of this crib immediately! I guess you will have to put down the laptop and actually CARE FOR THE BABY for a little while...


Umm what prison convict did you mug to get me this outfit?


Well the situation is dire, but no need to get dramatic about it....it does look like a long way to the ground from here.....


What time does that male adult slave get home again? He might be dumb, but at least he and I have an agreement about our membership in the no pants club....no pants would certainly be better than this get up!


Don't worry female slave...once the BWDM takes over, I will make sure that I have one of these attractive suits made in your size so you can try it out. Fashion emergencies do not to be reserved just for us babies after all!

I travel to the south to meet some of my officers

This past weekend, I instructed my female adult slave to take me to the southern state of Louisiana to meet with two of my officers there. It was quite an important meeting, planning for the next stage of the BWDM in the south, an important stronghold for us babies.

Female slave, of course I love you! There is nothing to be read into that screaming fit I had at the place you adult slaves call "Cracker Barrel". Of COURSE it wasn't attempt to gain domination by embarassment, don't be silly!


This is one of my officers from the state the adults call "Louisiana". His given name is Toby, but in the BWDM, he is referred to as Sir Scream a Lot for his talent of ALWAYS letting the adult slaves know what he is thinking in the loudest possible voice, sure to slowly drive them insane hee hee! That might look like a toy to you that he is holding, but it's actually a cleverly disguised recording device.


This is the other officer I met with this weekend, the one the adult slaves refer to as Carter. In the BWDM, his code name is Slim Speedster, for his ability to quickly move around a room on all fours and evade even the fastest of female adult slaves. His mission in the state called "Mississippi" where he lives with his two slaves is to gather as much information as possible by ALWAYS being in the presence of his female adult slave. She and the other female slaves think that he is a sweet momma's boy, but we all know that he is just secretly recording her every move for the movement. You can see in this picture how exhausted he is from having to streak around the room so fast all afternoon and be in the presence of his female slave constantly. He is, of course, accompanied by his goofy yet deadly second in command, Tigger the Terrible.


Every general has to have an aide de camp, and mine goes by the codename Bear. No other name necessary, just refer to him as Bear. He has a tendency to get a little lippy, so in this picture I am asserting my superiority over him as is sometimes necessary to maintain control.


Crafty adult slaves! One of their spies took this shot was taken when I was giving Slim Speedster additional instructions while practicing marine maneuvers. As you can see, he is firmly in control of his adult female slave while listening intently to my orders.

Celebrating the 4th, General Style

Today is Independence Day, a very important day to the Baby World Domination movement. After all, the founding fathers of our country were fighting a war for their freedom against a much stronger and more powerful opponent, just like we babies are. In order to celebrate this most important of days, I ordered my slaves to dress me in patriotic garb both last night and today, to send a silent, yet important message of domination and defiance to them.

That's right, adult slave. Note my attractive striped pants and fear for your future once us babies are in charge!


Yes, adult slave. I am a third your size, and yet have twice the brain power. Can you say evolution with me big guy?

I don't recall authorizing a matching outfit for the male adult slave. Female slave, what is the meaning of this?

Well....I suppose it's ok since you didn't know I would be so offended. It is the fourth of July after all, and we all must celebrate in anticipation of the next great freedom movement that is afoot.

Working on the plan

Babies of the world, do not dispair! As you can see from this shot the spies took of me, I am frantically working on our plan for WD. Be expecting a communique from me shortly!

Baby it's hot outside

I don't know how they assign which adult slaves will be serving you, but I want to file a complaint against mine. Last weekend, the temperature was in the 90's, and broke records previously set in 1907. My dumb adult slaves couldn't figure out how to turn down the heat so it wasn't so hot, and apparently are too cheap to own one of those cool air blower thingies called an "air conditioner" so I was forced to suffer. I think they were just trying to wear me down and get intelligence from me about the baby WDM, but I saw through their ploy. Those dumb slaves of mine will never crack me.

I was forced to suffer through the indignity of being stripped down to just my diap to try to keep cool, and then the male adult slave tried to assist me in serving me some water.

Can't you move any faster? Give me that!


Yes, you must hold the bottle. You are the slave after all...

This water is so delicious and cooling, I don't think I will share any with the slave.....

That's right, I said none for you. Did I stutter?

I think they put something in my water to make me talk! Babies of the world....do not dispair! they will NEVER break me!