AUTHOR: Kat and Kev TITLE: Hummus Up The Nose DATE: 10/12/2007 07:57:00 AM ----- BODY:

When I imagined my life as a young mother, I thought I would be glamorous, fun, energetic. My baby would be fat, happy, make delightful noises, funny messes and enjoy time on her own contemplating the world in which she found herself.

In her book, Ourselves as Mothers, Sheila Kitzinger writes about the romanticism that drives many women's desire to have a baby. The image of a new mother swishing around in a frothy pink nightdress attending to a newborn is quite far from the no-shower, yes I am wearing the same underwear for three days in a row, singing the theme tune to Harry Potter for the 3,267th time to a baby who will not go to sleep and has puked all over his outfit for the 289th time that day.

Well the romanticism has been gone for awhile now, but today, as I was picking hummus out of his nose only to have a milky, garlicky, chickpea-infused soup puked back over me, I realised a valuable lesson. Having a baby is just plain fun. Who else treats you like a rockstar and laughs when you are picking their nose?

Spot anything different about the pic??? Yes, that IS a different highchair. I decided I really didn't like the old one. It was too big and he was slipping around. I began to worry about his safety...laying awake at night worried. So I got the shop to exchange it. And its MUCH better!

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