Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

When a deadline is looming do you suddenly become obsessed with the tiniest details of something that is not in any way important or useful? Like scrubbing the bathroom grouting when you should be packing for your holiday. Or sorting out your sock draw when you should be finishing that essay. How about using your spare time to make bunting - BUNTING - for your son’s first birthday party when everything else needs doing.... I do not know what possessed me to make bunting. I was going through one of my interior decorating/renovating dream periods, (these little day dreams are good for mulling over when patting and shhssssing Bub to sleep). I fantasize about making over my home, putting a claw foot bath, installing decking and an outdoor kitchen, changing all the blinds... I buy a magazine or two and trawl the internet, get excited over colours and textures and things MATCHING , until the cost of it hits home. Then I realise these dreams are not going to become a reality, and ...

Things change like the wind with a baby. One day Bub happily devours half a banana (not for a while grant you, they're a bit pricey for willy nilly consumption!), the next it is like the taste offends his very being. One morning everyone and everything is worth greeting with double handed waves and beaming smiles, but by the afternoon nothing will warrant the pudgy fist to rise. You hear parents say "... Scotty does so and so"' what they mean is Scotty does so and so today, and maybe he did it yesterday, and maybe even last week. Tomorrow he'll stop and do something completely different, and this will be the new reality. Scotty parents will then be heard espousing this new behavior as the norm. A couple of weeks ago Mr Chops had a rash even google could not identify, so we headed to the doctors. Chops allowed the Doctor to examine him, poke that stick thing in his mouth, pull his arms above his head - he was prodded and poked without the slightest trace of pro...