iPhone 3G
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Dear Bump 2/11/09 – No Poppy for you
Dear Bump, as it gets tedious writing about your mum heaving and your pic made the global appearance via Twitter (cute nose, big head, not at all camera shy, legs, toes and fingers all present), there’s not much to say about you just now, you crazy developing ball of cells you. Apart from one thing
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Dear Daughter 28/10/2009 – What do you call a bunch of Dorothies?
Dear Daughter, Well you’ve just no luck have you? Most girls – IIRC – get to the age of 16 before going to a bash or a party and discovering they have the same outfit as someone else. You? Age 5. Place: School Halloween Disco. Not one, not two, but THREE Dorothies from the Wizard
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Dear Bump: 28/10/2009 All Quiet on the Uterine Front
Dear Bump, You’ve been quiet the last few days and your mum has even managed to keep the last few meals down (God bless pasta bakes) though the bedroom windows remain open, freezing me to death (still at least it gets me off the couch). But I hope you’re looking your best tomorrow and you’ve
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Dear Bump 26/10/2009
Good little developing thingy. Not only are you now, according to the little iPhone app I have, made it as far as the size of a peach, you also let your mum keep a full dinner down – and seconds. For that have an extra gulp of amniotic fluid or whatever it is you do
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Dear Daughter 26/10/2009
I’ve just realised that I never picked up your Halloween outfit from your gran. Hmmm, better get that tomorrow, especially as you have your school disco tomorrow night. On the other hand, well done on finally eating a full meal that didn’t involve chips, sausages, beans or mashed potato. Expect pasta bake every night for
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Birthday party fake sushi
Children, I’m telling you both right now: expect this at some point as a birthday event: rice crispies used to make party sushi. And here’s a pic.