The warrior's guide to survival

Dear Son, I started this blog to try and capture some of the magic that is happening as you make the transition from ickle baby to big strong boy. So far i've been a bit rubbish. You may have noticed, mummy is a bit rubbish, sometimes. But I try my best, and this past year I've been far too occupied with keeping you alive and happy. Do you notice that i sometimes just sit and watch you play? i never tire of watching you, you fascinate me and amaze me, every second of every day. i have seen you transform from a little pink-faced helpless thing to a big strong toddler, so full of character and spirit. from the day you were born your personality shone out, you lifted your head and looked around, a thing that new babies are not supposed to be able to do. you strained to sit up, and even though you couldn't sit unaided, you loved it when i held you on my lap in a sitting position, so that you could see what was going on around you. i dont think you will ever know ho

As i've been tagged in two of these now, i thought i'd jump on the bandwagon and share of few little titbits, to kick off my new year blogging, which as you may have noticed is somewhat lacking thus far. 1. I have 3 nipples. one of which, thankfully, is non-functional - i was always dreading the production of milk from this little thing on my chest but it didn't happen. phew! 2. i used to be an animal rights activist but over the years have become disillusioned with political protest, particularly after the government didn't listen to the millions of us that turned up in london to protest against the iraq war. this is not to say i will never protest again, but it saddens me that the politicians don't listen. 3. i have a post-graduate diploma in computing, in other words i did a masters course but didn't hand in my dissertation. i was having trouble with my live-in crack/coke head alcoholic boyfriend at the time so i jacked it all in and went to aust