May 2008 Archives

I have a date, a mum date! The text came late Thursday evening when I was sitting round the kitchen table eating my fifth slice of chocolate cake that day. Beep! "Hey Vicky, fancy meeting for lunch next Thur/ Fri? x"

OMG. It's her! It's her! It's my favourite mum from mums group. Giddy with excitement I rushed into the living room to show hubby the text.

"That mum I like's invited me for lunch," I squealed. "Look! What shall I write back? Shall I text back straightaway or leave it a few minutes? I don't want to look too keen."

Wow, I think I'm converted.

On Tuesday I went to Nappucino* - a coffee morning dedicated to the brilliance of real nappies - and suddenly I'm seeing them in a whole new light.

For a start, real nappies no longer mean you need an A-level in origami to fold up the terry towelling and fix it with a pin. They come ready folded!

My baby girl is wearing a curious combination of a flowery vest that is slightly too big for her over a pair of tights. Nothing else.

She is in her swing chair and, worst of all, she is watching the snooker.

It can only mean one thing: Daddy's in charge.

"I don't want her watching TV."

"But she likes it, look," said Mr F, cracking open a beer and reclining on the sofa.

Annoyingly, Mollie seems to be having the best time ever, eyes widening with excitement every time Ronnie pots the black.

But it feels wrong.

Is TV bad for babies? Help me out here, I need ammo!