I’d be providing you with gorgeous photos of my little one playing on the floor this morning with my Mum (his Nanna). Or footage of him enthusiastically scarfing a bowl of his Grandma’s lasagne this evening on what would have been his great grandmother’s 100th birthday.
I would also show you photos of him eating cake and drawing at Shula’s house, and the broad beans that have finally sprouted in the backyard, and the snow peas that are making progress towards the climbing frame. But I am not a very good blogger, so I forgot the camera. It could have been worse.
I might have forgotten the nappies.
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May 10, 2008 at 2:05 pm
Simply.belinda
:- )
Bet your mums happy you did remember the nappies.
May 10, 2008 at 11:30 pm
Jo
Ha! too true : )
May 13, 2008 at 3:04 pm
Stomper Girl
I hate forgetting the camera. But you’re right, it’s much worse to forget the nappies.
May 13, 2008 at 10:43 pm
shula
I’ve probably got one floating around from 1994.
May 15, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Stacey
I probably would have forgotten the kids too.
May 15, 2008 at 9:42 pm
dogdaisy92
Shula’s picture gave us to believe he is perfection. I’d like to think of him that way and not even think about the nappy part.
Done all that.
Glad you didn’t have a camera today.
x
May 16, 2008 at 12:53 pm
innercitygarden
I’d prefer not to think about the nappy part too. Especially with gastro doing the rounds.
Shula, for many years my Mum was wrapping her knitting in old cloth nappies. Which is fine so long as you don’t think about it too much.
May 20, 2008 at 5:14 pm
Green Bean
Oh, forgetting the nappies would have been MUCH worse.
May 20, 2008 at 5:20 pm
kate
I’ve forgotten so many more things since then. Today I’m up to eleventy million forgotten and lost things.
Not least, car keys. And I’m out with the car.
May 21, 2008 at 12:04 pm
kris
I forgot my house keys yesterday and was locked out with two cold and hungry kids, stuck in a neighbourhood with no-one home and no mobile to call Al and ask him to rescue us.
In the end I asked a passing youth to lend me his mobile. And he wanted to charge me $5. Luckily, as a mother I have developed skills to deal with cheeky kids but I ended up paying him $2 all the same, for a 10 second call.
And he came from a Catholic school! Whatever happened to charity and service? I’m thinking of emailing the head and conveying my disgust, old fart that I am.
May 22, 2008 at 10:43 pm
radical mama
Hey, you have a blog I can read! Woo hoo!
And I almost always forget diapers. Going on kid #4 and I still don’t remember the basics.