I was going to write a massive ranting post tonight. Matthew is at the gym, I have a gin and slim, I’m catching up on today’s Jeremy Vine debate on c-sections, and my timeline on Facebook is full of people telling me (without realising it) how stupid/lazy/vain I am for making the birthing decision I …
Month: November 2011
So, if you hadn’t already guessed…Fatso is now crawling. A lot later then his brother, but he’s there, he’s done it FINALLY. I thought this would make him less frustrated and less grumpy (he’s gone from being lovely and happy and content, to quite hard work, darn him), but it hasn’t. He hates crawling. Proper. …
In case you hadn’t heard the two hours between 5pm and 7pm are the worst hours of the day. Fact. During this time, I often find myself hiding from my children. YES. I know, that probably caused an audible gasp, but surely it’s better than rocking back and forth in the corner of the lounge, …