Ok, now we’re in trouble.
Not only have I offended mum-to-be’s sensibility by implying that she seemed much more prepared for Ollie’s arrival than I, but she has disclosed that just like me, she has no fricken idea.
What now!? Neither of us has the foggiest idea what to do when we get home from the hospital. Sure, I guess you stick the little thing in some nappies and clothes, make up the bassinet and jam it in there, but what then?
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Why is it that a freshly mowed lawn is equally as aesthetically pleasing as an untamed field of wildflowers?
So the baby has flipped (finally!) and the faux-contractions have started happening fairly frequently. The baby room is almost ready – still have to put the curtains up, but that should only take a few minutes.
We have nappies, bottles, wraps, blankets, stretch-n-grows, singlets, shirts, socks, bottles, nipple guards, toys, change mats, a bassinet, a bath, a pram, a cot, a playmat. Basically everything on the Baby City “You must buy everything on this list or you’re a terribly bad parent, and if you don’t buy the most expensive item in each category then you’re only marginally better than a child-molesting Catholic priest” brochure.
But it still doesn’t seem real.
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Is it just me, or does this look a lot like a modern version of this?
If so, I reckon it’ll be a seriously cool game 😀
Aggrieved by the loss of my Eraser, I embarked upon the building of yet another radio controlled aircraft. Things have changed since my previous modelling attempts: mortgage, impending baby, moving from salary to slavery contract…
Cue the Mugi.
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