You may not be aware of this, but all Mothers attended parenting school. Whether you remember or not is a different matter.
School started when they lifted baby off your chest to cut the umbilical cord. School ended when they placed baby- this time wrapped in a blanket, back onto your tummy or into the bassinet next to you.
Approximately 2.8 minutes. That was your lot. (more…)
I can’t decide whether I love Minecraft Games for giving me the freedom to go for coffee every Saturday morning with Brian, or if indeed I hate the little brick bashing demon for eradicating my children’s memory of what it feels like to play real games. (more…)
Eavesdropping on conversations is the best.
Eavesdropping on parents with new babies, well, that takes the pastime to a different league. There’s nothing finer than walking into the post office, seeing a long queue (granted, not a regular occurrence in New Zealand) and getting behind a couple of young parents swapping baby brags.