Category Archives: Baby planning

We’re packing for the “Babydom 2006 Tour of Bangkok” and despite the fact we don’t even have the baby yet, we’ve got: 2*family sized suitcases 1*over-sized carry-on 1*backpack 1*shoulder bag/laptop case 1*over-sized handbag When we come back we’ll also have … Continue reading →

I grew up with Mr Men books –Mr Smiley, Mr Grumpy, My Noisy, Mr Nerdy, Mr Beer, Mr Martini, Mr Techy, Mr Hermit, Mr Unshaven… Oh wait those last few are ones I’m planning on writing… Anyways, one of the … Continue reading →

I was thinking about this post as I was cleaning up the kitchen. I was preoccupied with cleaning what I’d discovered to be a near-toxic blender and wasn’t really apying attention till I accidently turned it on and managed to … Continue reading →

While S may well be on strike, she’s not holding back from sending me stories about bubs to blog about, I assume to ease a guilty conscience brought on by her not blogging them herself. The latest is a Reuters … Continue reading →

I read a story ages ago in the Economist that talked about how carry-on luggage should be banned and the overhead lockers should instead be used to store babies — and I tell you — I agree 1,000,000%. Today’s flight … Continue reading →

This trip to Australia has been educational is no many ways — every set of friends with rugrats imparted some bit of knowledge on us that will be a great help in our own experiences with a little person. But, … Continue reading →

Accompanying the belly explosion has been the realisation that this has to get OUT. So I was up until well after midnight last night (maybe that had something to do with the half-block of Cadbury’s Black Forest after dinner, mmmmmmm) … Continue reading →

With S (the male one) away during dry season, there’s no one to water the garden except me. Yesterday I watered, which was rather relaxing, and today I went one step further and actually started doing some gardening, which I … Continue reading →

After about two hours sleep, preceded by a mad rush packing and creating more mysterious packrat piles of paper in his office (on the floor I might add), S (the male S) was off to Vietnam this morning for one … Continue reading →

If you could have had a live-in nanny when you had your first, second, third, fifteenth baby, would you have wanted one? I’m not talking about just a nappy changing slave, but rather somebody who could have assisted with all … Continue reading →