Milla is a morning person unlike her mum. So when she wakes with her excited squeals and new consonant sounds (usually ‘Da-da’) I am known to make a bit of a fuss and cries like ‘Nooooo, just 30 minutes more pleeease!’ can be heard by all in the house. It has come to my attention [...]
It has taken me some time to realise it and to be truthful about it, but I can now say openly and honestly – that I have an addiction to buying baby clothing. In my defence, I believe the obsession has stemmed from the fact that my child is a ‘hand-me-down’ kid (with clothing I [...]
Someone once told me that motherhood is a series of moments, and that to get through the tough bits, you have to live from one precious moment to the next. My son loves his cot, and when he’s tired, it’s all he wants. No car seat, no pram, no people holding him. Cot. Once he’s [...]
Husband got new knives for his birthday so now he takes a great pride in his chopping ability. I think he thinks that he is the Australian Iron Chef with his cleaver, I do not think so however. We eat after Wrigglebot is in bed as this gives Husband time to get home from work [...]
People say that pregnant women are beautiful, they are meant to glow; personally I just feel fat, I don’t see any glow. I’m at about the seven month mark and look like I have swallowed a watermelon whole. I can wear nice clothes but generally all I feel like wearing is pyjama pants, all the [...]
The other day I just happened to say to Wrigglebot, ‘Where is your belly?’ I have never asked him before and he pulled up his top and exposed his very round belly. I was very impressed, both with the enormous belly and the fact that he recognised the word belly. I continued to do some [...]
I think I would like to have Steve Bracks’ new job, $100 000 a year to work one day a week advising at an accounting firm. Now don’t get me wrong I am not begrudging Mr Bracks his job I would just like one day to be in a similar situation. So it got me [...]
I think that I need a hobby, some worthwhile way to spend my time. Wrigglebot is becoming more and more independent and needs slightly less supervision provided the house is in a fit, baby proof state and so I may be at the point where I can tackle something else. My eyes no longer have [...]
After being around only Wrigglebot all day when Husband comes home I am ready to talk. And so I talk. I talk about what Wrigglebot ate, how many times I had to change his nappy, what telemarketers called and the weather, pretty much I talk about my day. I glance over at Husband and his [...]
Wrigglebot is now officially no longer a baby, he is a little boy. You ask me how I can tell, I can tell from his vomit. No longer is it milky and unoffensive now it is chunky and carrot filled. Wrigglebot was sick last night and threw up all over his bed and because I [...]