Competitive parenting and crisps

OK. These two don't necessarily go together, although in the competitive drive to lose weight in the postpartum world, many new mothers would refrain from crisps, I'm sure. I merely mention them because I was wondering yesterday if I could consider them health food as the packet mentioned, presumably as a warning, 'May contain celery'.

So, onto the parenting. I can't help noticing how, as a mother, many comments about your baby are judgment-laden. The ladies from my NCT (National Childbirth Trust) ante-natal group are generally good about this, with the exception of one who, for weeks and weeks, has been commenting on the boy still being in his pyjamas (babygrows). So I'd like to state, for the record, that it is not because I think my son ought to be dressed up like a little man that he has "proper clothes" on today. It's certainly not to aid the nappy changes. Rather its because I've just realised that the clothes he got for Christmas from his aunt, which I was blithely thinking still way too large, are just about right today (and hopefully for a few days more). To serve me right for dressing him up in order to send a photo to said aunt, he decorated said clothes with the ultimate baby accessory. Good for him.

First day of spring?

Today the weather was glorious: sunny, with a blue, blue sky. You could believe spring might be on its way, and indeed, the snowdrops have been out for weeks. Its the kind of weather that makes me long even more for a garden.

In other news, February seems to have gone the way of January. The boy is growing exponentially and changing constantly. Eating, sleeping, some playing: such is Carl's universe. His mother's is not much different, although there seems to be some baby admin involved. Housework, however, hasn't a chance.