| New YearOk somewhat belatedly but still...
This year New Year seems more irrelevant than ever! Usually I wonder what the excitement about an arbitrary calendar date should be - I generally think that the passing of the longest night would be a more logical thing to celebrate - but this year with the huge life shifts that have gone on through the middle of the year and especially September, and the little changes every day since then, the New Year really seems like a nothing on the scale of my life this last few months!
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| little devils in angels clothingIt amazes me the ability of babies to be sweet & disgusting simultaneously.
Just today MiG gave me the most angelic wide-blue-eyed look and just as I was thinking "you little ange..." he let out the most ripper belch. Then smiled again.
Similarly you wouldnt think something that spent most of its time puking and pooing could be so attractive.
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| loadsa babiesWe had our ante-natal class reunion this weekend. Wouldn't have believed it was possible but 7 babies for one and half hours DID NOT CRY!!! Even when they were all propped up together on one sofa for a photo shoot!
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| learning from the daytime soapsOne side-effect of breast feeding is that I'm watching a lot more TV (and also phoning & reading more) as there's only so many things you can do while sitting still. When I've planned badly - which happens at least once a day - the remote control / phone / vomit catching towel is not to hand when I need it. This means that occasionally I end up unintentionally watching some random tv. This evening it was a british soap called Family Affairs. I mention this because, despite having no clue what any of the sub-plots was about, I did learn something about myself from this particular program. There was a scene where a fraught looking woman holding a baby of approximately MiGs age (though I think it was supposedly younger judging by the plot line) said something like "sometimes I wish he'd never been born". And I thought to myself: I never think that! It doesnt matter how much he has cried (on a couple of occasions) or vomited/peed on me or caused me to not do things that I fancied doing, I'd still pick MiG any day! I'm soooo glad he was born!
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| Today the vomitron lived up to his name, spilling faster than i could mop it up by combining fountains with hiccups!
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