Mumma knows how to do dad jokes...
In no particular order, here are some things I've learned this year since becoming a 'working Mum'*: Getting out of bed at 5.35am means that I've slept in, and am already running late. Separation anxiety peaks around 10-15months of age. I found this out, of course, only after we had started barely-10-months-old Angus in daycare. … Continue reading Working it Out
"Back when Angus was still Cletus the Foetus, my dreams for his future were modest: Captain of the Wallabies, Australian Prime Minister, and a Nobel prize of some description..."
"So when are you planning to have the next one?"...
"Our little boy is learning to talk. To Andy's joy and my chagrin, "Dad" was the first word Angus formed. I was slightly mollified when "Mum" was second on the list, albeit quite a few weeks later. And then Andy and I found ourselves both being called Mum and Dad interchangeably - I'm proud that my son refuses to pander to gender stereotypes..."
It’s been a while between online rants. 4 months, actually, according to the blog dates. Where did the time go?...
"Some highlights from the past week at Sleep Deprivation Central..."
"Crawling is a milestone we're waiting for with mixed measures of excitement and nervousness..."
"...time to continue on from my post from the other week, and list some of the things I wish had read on a warning label, before my husband and I decided to switch from 'baby-proofing' to 'baby-making'..."
As I dropped Angus off at the gym creche this morning, I was excited to tell the minder, "I just noticed downstairs - Angus has cut a tooth this morning!" The minder gives me a look, and replies, "That tooth was there when you dropped him off yesterday..." #parentfail #thetoothhurts