Captain's Log: Day 64

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! My hard work has at long last paid off. The loot is mine, all mine! After many weeks of vigilant and determined commitment to my task (those diapers aren't going to fill themselves you know?), I have been adequately compensated with this Christmas onesie that is sure to set the fashion world on fire in the coming months. I am a budding fashionista thanks to the handiwork of my first mate.

I must admit that I am very grateful to be surrounded by such loving company this Christmas. Though they tend to fall prey to my schemes all too easily, my first mate and father are quite wonderful and leave me wanting for very little in my relatively short time away from my home country.

PS. A special Christmas praise to my P.I.C, Murphy. He has proven to be a commendable companion without whom this family simply could not function.

PPS. There's talk of another baby who everyone seems to be talking about and has very nearly stolen my spotlight. I must have a chat with this Jesus fellow or at least his mother, Mary to see if this will be a recurring event. Not that I'm wholly unwilling to share some of my spotlight, but a schedule will need to be worked out. He and his mother certainly sound like rather cordial and accommodating people.

Captain's Log: Day 61

I have been driven to exhaustion. Made to work in his workshop in such a state, Santa has really changed the standards this year and given a whole new meaning to child labor. But then again, what's a little work if I can be dressed in this adorable outfit as an elf. Father has proven time and again to be there when I am ready to collapse. Coincidentally, this happens the majority of the day about every day but sometimes a girl just needs to be able to put her feet up. Father agrees with me, and to be quite honest, that is all the reassurance that I need. I have grown quite fond of him in recent weeks. I think I shall keep him.

On another note, regarding the fellow in the back, Sam, he speaks with the most enchanting accent. I am not always sure of what he is saying to me, but I know that I like it. He's very excitable, and I look forward to spending more of the coming months in his company.

Captain's Log: Day 54

Sup? Yea I like this hat. What of it? Sup?

Captain's Log: Day 49

A pattern has emerged in recent times, at first innocently enough that I was able to brush it off as plain oversight, or perhaps some miscommunications, but it has risen to be quite steadfast and consistent to the point at which I can no longer dismiss the significance.

My First Mate thinks me simple-minded. After continued correspondence, she repeatedly replies with a smile, a "nose-boop", or placates me with more food. The latter is a positive result, but I yearn for our deeper connection, conversations on metaphysics, updates on my father's artificial intelligence research, and lessons on The Murphy language that they use so frequently.

So, her lack of proper response seems to indicate she finds me simple. That, or perhaps she is simple-minded herself. I have postulated in either direction, and find the evidence inconclusive as to which the final judgement honors. I'm not sure which prospect concerns me more.

You may find above the moment capturing this initial realization, the recognition of my betrayal. I will begin to investigate proper reconciliation. 

Captain's Log: Guest Author

Hello. Murphy Jordan Robinson (adopted Lalor) here. My parents have yet to spend the time to legally change my name, so a Robinson I remain. 

Times, they are a changing. A new creature has entered our household, and she, to date, seems to be of a similar social class to myself. My parents ply her with treats at quite an astonishing rate, so I am paying due attention to learn from her ways. 

However, I still far surpass her capabilities in the napping department. Perhaps she will observe my natural talents, and apprentice in them. 

Her presence has elicited quite strange behavior in my parents, not the least of which is AWFUL British accents. Has the creature come from abroad? 

For now, I keep watch from a distance, learning what this creature is capable of. I have heard legends of small humans who throw human food to the ground at all hours, and hope to soon learn if she is one of their kind.