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Six months!
Six months ago I was sitting, somewhat dazed, trying to get my head around the fact that I had just had a baby. Feels like we've come a long way from Little Miss Face-in-a-Towel to the porridge devouring, ball-rolling, monkey-loving, broccoli-drooling, carpet-swimming baby monster grinning at me today.
Happy half birthday, Juliaboglin! -
Costume maker looking for work!
Shsmeless plug follows, because maternity pay isn't that great ( Read more... ) -
Toupee-tastic
So I did what every new mummy seems to do, and got a very smart bobbed haircut. However, with my staged return to larp now a possibility, I find I look utterly ridiculous in my kit - my big bobbed head looming from the neckline of my kit like an anachronistic potato ( Read more... ) -
Now I'm a lady who lunches I can take on causes...
Forgive me for linking to the Evening Times, bastion of quality journalism. However, this seems to me to be a rather praiseworthy campaign. I'm aware that the rules are the rules, but in this instance I felt strongly enough - that a ten year old who's been in Glasgow since she was three and who is likely to be separated from her mother (who has ( Read more... ) -
Prehistoric invasion...
Found a trilobite in the bath last night.
Yuurgh. -
Things I learned at Bounce and Rhyme
-it is not acceptable to sing 'John Brown's Donkey's Got an India-Rubber Tail, even when a nursery rhyme has shamelessly nicked the tune to Battle Hymn of the Republic ( Read more... ) -
Election Night Special
Up most of the night listening to Radio 4 and supplying The Boob. Today we move house. If James Naughtie and Ed Stourton turned up to help, I wouldn't be at all surprised. -
Thanks, Gordon!
Gordon Brown sent me a cheque yesterday, in a curious reversal of my usual relationship with the treasury. Well, more specifically he gave Jules £250 to open her child's trust fund. Well, even more specifically the taxpayer gave Jules £250. Which means you guys. Cheers, guys ( Read more... ) -
Hazards of being a stay-at-home mummy vol 1
As the news ended this morning and a sequence of appalling 80s rubbish bleated from my radio accompanied by some sub-literate degenerate attempting a feeble Terry Wogan impersonation, I realised I had foolishly tuned in to Radio 2 rather than Radio 4. By then, of couse, the baby was locked onto the boob and I was forced to endure twenty minutes of ( Read more... ) -
More photos, book thoughts.
More photos of Julia on my photostream. I'm thinking of making a stop motion movie of her life so far ( Read more... )