Well, I’m so friggin happy for Isabella. No offense to any real Isabella’s in blogland.
Yikes, am so over smug moms. The only time I am remotely smug is when people complain about how sickly their kids are and I do say: Thank goodness my son is healthy. But he does get loads of vitamins and I’ve cultivated a healthy appetite for especially veggies, fruit and dairy – so I reckon with all the hard work I put into his health… I’m allowed to be smug with kind permission from Tania who advised me to always touch wood when I have an attack of the smugness 🙂
My son can do a lot of things that I don’t proclaim and I sometimes wish I can tell Isabella’s mom that Thomas could do the things Super Isabella is now doing roughly six months ago but then that would make it seem like I’m in on the competition. So T and I just play with the toys and do our own little thing while Isabella does what Thomas has already forgotten how to do.
Honestly! My child not only knows where Outer Mongolia is… he can recite the longitude and lattitude! LOL.
Don’t get me started on the losing babyweight. Urgghhh, the whole “I had two ricecakes and a slice of cucumber and feel so fat and bloated now.” brigade is also so tiring. You might have your pre baby body back sort of kind of but I’m not the one who had to go back to hospital three times because I ripped my wound open trying to fit back into my skinny jeans on day 5 or who’s wound went almost fatally septic because she didn’t want to cover it up too much otherwise she couldn’t wear her hipster jeans…
Silly bunt… and no guys, I really am not a bitter and jealous old fattie who has a dof son. Just think there’s so much to enjoy out there and do with our kiddies. And no the silly bunts in question won’t read my blog because they’re the original blondes who uses tipp-ex on their screens to fix mistakes! whahahahakakaka – sorry that bit was me being ugly!
*name has been changed to protect the innocent