Babyfy Blog

The worst moment of my life to this point was sitting in a neon-lit emergency room corridor and hearing through the closed door of the examination room three weeks old Dandelion screaming with pain while undergoing a spinal tap procedure.

If you didn’t click on the above link, you might be under the impression I’m an overreacting drama queen. Not everybody likes fictitious heavy metal, but really, how bad could it be? Bad. As bad as having an ER intern take a long needle and insert it into your newborn’s spinal canal to sample his cerebrospinal fluid in order to test for meningit...

I know that you know that I’m a chronic loser of hair accessories, and there’s really nothing much you need to know about be besides that.

Other than maybe about my kids.

Yeah, I have two of those. If you’re into ancient history you can read about the good’ol’days here, but if current affairs is...

Five things to know about me if we are to be BFFs:

1. I have two kids who I adore. I also have two kids I sometimes wish would just go away. Surprisingly, they are the same two kids.
2. I’m a recovering TV addict.
3. In the last five years, 75% of the books I read was of the Sci-Fi genre. In my Top-5 Books of All Times list, two are Sci-Fi. (Ender’s Game and more...)
   
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TLM and I were hounded out of a coffee shop today. Ok, so no one threw stones at us, or biscotti or choc chip muffins or whatever people in Starbucks would throw if they were forcing someone to abandon their half drunk, half shot, tall skinny latte and run. In fact no one even told us to leave. But they might as well have done. Every time TLM shrieked – TLM lets out piercingly loud screams when he doesn’t get his own way– the other customers gave us looks so filthy that even a dose of Napisan wouldn’t clean them up.

There was the man quietly (well, quietly ‘til we rocked up) reading a book. The depressed looking young couple – she was all smiles at TLM when we first walked in and TLM was giggling and f...

I’m no skinflint and I’m not particularly hard up. I wouldn’t dream of buying second hand clothes (I’m not stylish enough to be one of those women who dresses in ‘vintage finds’ from charity stores – I’d probably get it horribly wrong and end up looking like I was wearing one of Ugly Betty’s outfits).

So if second hand isn’t good enough for me then why is it ok for my son – who after all is way more important to me than me? Yes, prior to TLM’s much awaited arrival I wouldn’t have thought I’d be so happy to stick him in a second hand outfit/ pram/ cot but believe me I so am. Ok, I’ve not taken to rummaging around in charity shops but if a friend offers me a stylish hand me down coat in T...