Right now as I write I am sitting outside the bedroom with the baby monitor (hardly necessary as I can hear the little whimpers and calls through the door), wanting and willing and waiting for Miss Bibsey to go to sleep. Hang on… *returns from visit to the bedroom* This is her morning nap time … [Read more…]
I dropped the blogging machine yesterday: my beautiful MacBook Pro apple-side-down on the cold hard Spanish tiles. Incredibly it is still working, but now it has an ugly hairline crack on the once pristine trackpad. And a bit of a scratch on one of its corners. So my window on the world is still open, … [Read more…]
Today I was going to write some dreadful, and probably very dull, 10 things you should know about having a baby in Spain (in fact I did and it is nearly done, so I am sure that it will appear eventually), but not today because I found it all a bit too negative. Undiluted negativity … [Read more…]
Parental advisory. My god, never before have those words been so poignant. There are sooo many reasons not to look down anymore (or straight ahead at the bathroom mirror). Since having the Bibsey things have changed. I am positively Rubenesque. I say positively because according to Wikipedia Rubenesque is synonymous with Big Beautiful Woman, voluptuous … [Read more…]
It is positively spring-like here in Andalucia. The blossom is out on the hillsides and we are walking everyday with the Bibsey in the backpack (an item right up there on our list of baby kit we could not have done without). And with the arrival of warmer weather comes more noise. Spain, I think, … [Read more…]
