Compare and Contrast - Ada

I am often hearing Mommy and Daddy make comparisons between Ellie and me. They will say things such as "She looks so much like Ellie!" "She's definitely much louder than Ellie ever was..." "She looks more like Charlie than Ellie did." "Ellie never sprayed pee all over me...." "Ada is more clingy." "Ada is definitively the superior monarch and shall usurp the throne." I find it ill worth their time to draw such comparisons as I am my own person and, while I have yet fond feelings for my sibling, find it degrading. As such, I have done my best to prove my uniqueness by doing all of the things which set me apart. This has gotten tiresome, however, as I truly am a happy princess and would rather relax than cry. That is well, since I am sure I will, eventually, nevermore be compared with Ellie. Once my individuality is formed, I know that I will no longer be forced to wear her old clothes out of which she has grown nor our parents' attentions, nor I will never have to face the horrors of sharing a room, toys, clothes we are both still wearing, the television, princes, the limelight, food, a carriage, bedtimes, friends, jewelry, nor anything else. Sharing a kingdom will be enough of a challenge!

Assisting Mommy and Daddy - Ellie

To begin, I would like to state that from here on forward, I shall be pronouncing all words I speak as I speak them.

I have found it requisite as of late to assist Mommy and Daddy where necessary with some of their tasks. I can tell that they are stretched thin between Daddy working more and Ada selfishly demanding attention. While she is egocentrically ordering them about, I have kept my requests to my most miniature and basic needs of snacks immediately when I request them and to know what I mean when I say shna' instead of asking many questions, switching between colo' sta'wa's and colo' p'inshesh, attempting to climb the couch and bare walls, requiring a partner while dancing, wanting to watch my shows (consisting of either ChooChoo, Geo'ge, P'inshesh, or Goc which Mommy and Daddy pronounce Doc McStuffins), and being swung on two t'ree! 

I have also aided their efforts through active efforts. For Mommy, I get objects which she requests me to bring to Ada. I have also helped feed Ada, but this is rare.

When I cannot help, I practice by bapshing and feeding my own baby. 

For Daddy, I have taken many photographs for him using my own camera and, once, a camera he provided for me.

Scribe's Note: "Bapsh" means "Bounce". We have no clue why she says it that way.

Filing Verbal Complaints - Ada

Filing verbal complaints - or "crying", as Mommy and Daddy uncouthly entitle it - is an art form with which none should trifle. It is a means of expression so precise that I have not heard another practice it so precisely. There are only a few instances in which it must be used, and they are as follows:

1. When Hungry: This allows my caretakers to know when sustenance is required. The crying does not cease until either the life-giving liquid is placed within my mouth, or the sound of rushing water (a forerunner to every meal) lulls me into a gentle slumber. If this occurs, assume not that I wish to be awoken to eat.

2. When Gassy: I recognize this is a boorish matter to discuss, yet I must state that it is requisite to voice concerns when one's bowels fill with gas. Verbal complaints assist in the process as they announce the arrival of each release. While there is nothing that can be done in the moment to relieve the distress, it is best to make all others suffer as much as possible until the process is complete.

3. When Tired: I become quite upset when tired, as I wish to be both asleep and awake at once. Mommy and Daddy do not do as I wish and allow both to be possible. Instead, they sway me, bounce me, and stick objects in my mouth to comfort me. While I appreciate the effort, it does not immediately make it possible for me to nap and play simultaneously, and is thus, often, met with more complaints.

4. When My Bum is Sore: This most often is in relation to bowel movements, and leads into number five, which is...

5. When I am Cold: I know not the meaning of these caretakers' insistence on removing my clothes and wiping my buttocks periodically. It makes me cold and results in me being held in an uncomfortable position. I have thus made it a point to hold many bowel movements and urinary releases until after my undergarments have been removed, thus spiting them for their incompetence.

6. When I Cannot Think of Anything about Which I May Complain: It is exceedingly distressing to realize that all is well and that there is nothing about which I shall voice displeasure. Speaking vociferously regarding this quandary has brought few results. Therefore, I have found it better to cease this reason for screeching and reduced my list to the previous five.

"I am only smiling, Mommy, because I just discovered a new octave I can reach while screaming."

"I wonder what I shall cry about next..."

Photography - Ellie

Daddy has been taking many photographs of Ada lately. While I love Little Sister, and I know that she is new to the family and very cute - a word I am wont to use while describing her - I sometimes miss the limelight. At times I am allowed into the photographs, and these moments I relish greatly...

"I get to be in this one??"

"'Eahaw'!"

...even if it takes longer than I - or Ada - would like.

As I am not always invited into the photographs, I have taken it into my own hands to ensure that I am photographed as well. At times, my attempts are welcome.

Yet, despite me being a constantly wonderful aid, There are times where my attempts are less than appreciated.

Since photographing Ada is the new trend, and I am nothing if not a trendy princess, I have joined in the craze.

Worry not, loyal subjects, for Daddy still photographs me separately.

Photography - Ada

Since the time I first arrived in this world, Daddy has been photographing me.

"Please remove this camera from my face."

I do not know the purpose of this camera by which Daddy photographs me.

"What do you believe you are doing with that device?"

A camera is a dark object that is placed in front of the face. The photograph is the process which occurs when it makes a funny sound followed by an unsettling one. Occasionally it is accompanied by a frightening and blinding flash. I can only assume that it is some unfortunate excuse for entertainment. I find little enjoyment in said device, especially as it is often brought out when I am not feeling especially regal.

Baths are not an appropriate time for a photograph.

"Excuse me, Daddy, but may we do this later? I am attempting to focus on expelling gas through my oral orifice, and I know that your wife will not stop hitting me on my back until I do so."

I do my best to behave for said photographs in an attempt to appease these demanding servants who care for all my needs. I am often required, however, to be laid down, not held, while photographs are being taken. As I am an almighty princess, it is required that I am held at all times. 

"I demand to be picked up immediately!"

"Oh yes, this is much better."

Thankfully, I have my dear sister to assist me in thwarting these attempts at photographs.

Ellie even sat on the camera in a courageous endeavor to cease the photographs.

I can only assume that Ellie has been forced to be photographed in a very similar way.

The Two Princesses - Ellie

A new princess has entered our castle. She is known as both "Baby Sister" and "Ada". I am confused, as I believed Baby Sister to have set up a permanent residence inside of Mommy's belly, but I must admit that I enjoy these new arrangements more. I still know not, though, how she escaped from inside of Mommy.

"If that's Baby Sister, and Baby Sister used to be in...oh goodness..."

I awoke one morning to discover that both parental units were missing. I minded the change but a little, as it afforded me ample time with GrandServants and my Auntie and Uncle. The latter two had come for a visit, and I had soaked up the attention.

Eventually, we did all go to visit Mommy and Daddy in a place called a hospital. At first, I was unsure what Mommy was holding. "Perhaps she got a new dolly," I thought. Thankfully, Daddy explained it all to me very succinctly. "Mommy, Daddy, Ellie, Ada."

I did keep my distance from Mommy, however, as I was unsure whether she would want me to fill Ada's vacancy.

"Please, Mommy's belly, do not consume me!"

Since then, all of us have come home, and I have thoroughly enjoyed the four of us together. Ada cries often, and I worry quite a bit for her welfare.

"Would a cracker improve your mood?"

I am quick to grab items and bring them to Ada when Mommy and Daddy say that said items will help Ada. I wish I could do more to help, but Mommy and Daddy have said that I must keep my distance due to a particularly inconvenient cough I have acquired in the last few days. People who have visited have said Ada either looks like Mommy, Daddy, or me, but I do not see the resemblance.

Ada, Daddy, Mommy, Ellie

 I love our new addition to the family.

"I shall teach you all that you must know to be a Benevolent Monarch. Lesson One: Filing Verbal Complaints..."

Hello World - Ada

I have arrived.

You are welcome.

"Why are you not bowing?"

I have, of course, been around for quite awhile, except my accommodations were less than satisfactory at that time. They were cramped, dark, and wet. I did all I could to expand my arrangements, but this often led to a strange "Oof" sound from somewhere beyond my room. My chambers did, however, contain quite a comfortable pillow, despite it changing in sizes. According the voices outside the wall, this pillow was called a "bladder." More "Oof" sounds occurred when I attempted to fluff said pillow. A "sciatic nerve" kept irritating me, so I did all I could to pinch it to make it go away. Luckily, I was able to wrap a nice scarf around my neck, but this, along with all of the other comforts, were taken from me when I was forcibly evicted.

This new world is cold. Despite all of the inconveniences of my old bedroom, it did provide warmth, gentle rocking, and constant nourishment. Now I am expected to lie upon my back and only eat occasionally. This must not be. I, thus, demand to be held and fed at all times.

"Do not think that this is an adequate replacement for snuggles."

 Once, a hairy man foolishly attempted to feed me the amount for which I had asked, and my poor stomach returned back the food.

I have noticed three primary caretakers as of right now: The hairy man named Daddy, the woman who had previously been my living quarters named Mommy, and another princess. 

This other princess is loud, but I can tell she adores me, even if it is to a somewhat frightening extent.

Mommy and Daddy say that they wish I would sleep without being held, claiming weaknesses such as "being tired" as adequate reasons to lay me down to sleep. Thankfully, there are many others who are also willing to hold me.