Hands up who knows what these are:

Did you get it? They’re little absorbent cones that go over a baby boy’s bits when changing his nappy. Obvious isn’t it…

The Pee-pee Teepee for the Sprinkling WeeWee (I’m not making this up) is seemingly a roaring success in the USA as several friends over there have tried to convince me of their merit (do American boys pee on their mothers more than English ones I wonder). They come in a mind-bogglingly unnecessary array of patterns including camouflage and Santa hats for those joyful Christmas nappy changes. It doesn’t happen often but I’m very nearly speechless.

Apparently they make “the perfect addition to any baby shower gift”. Cheeky.

Miss Mimi has had a lovely baby boy. He has blonde wavy hair, a dimpled chin and weighs 7lbs. Current height is 56cms.

Likes: lightbulbs, cashmere
Dislikes: nappies
Ambivalent: iPhone

So they’ll be a little break in service.

Congratulations to Miss Mimi and best wishes to them both.

At 36 weeks pregnant and with ankles that wouldn’t look amiss on John Merrick, I’ve finally admitted that I’m not getting into any Westwood heels for the Christmas parties this year. In fact, there likely won’t be many Christmas parties for me at all. In a shoe shop earlier this week I found myself making a detailed comparison between the latest offerings from CAT and Timberland (CAT got big points for their fur lined biker boot reminding me of the old warehouse party Tank Girl days, Timberland scored with their knee high featuring corsetry lacing up the back).

As if buying all-terrain footwear wasn’t shocking enough, I bought the least attractive (by a long chalk) of two baby cradles I’ve been considering, and it was an oddly easy decision.

While I ached to have this gorgeous bit of Danish design from Leander in my house (no matter what its purpose), I’ve ended up going for this from Amby:

Why? Because all the research appears to suggest that the ugly duckling version is the better product. At least that’s the opinion I came to. Not a minute too soon I seem to have developed a mum gene. Hopefully a mum in funkster heels once I’ve got my ankles back. Which reminds me – why are most prams and buggies built for teeny, tiny people? More on that another time.

it’s not something i would have considered before but being pregnant makes most office furniture ridiculously uncomfortable to use. my once bouncy chair feels like a block of wood and my screen and keyboard have been pulled forward cm by cm over the past few weeks until i’ve had to admit that soon i’ll be facing a situation where my forearms have no desk left to support them.

a university in ever-practical canada has come up with the butterfly board to accommodate bumps:

not beautiful i’ll grant you but enormously desirable all the same.

i thought i’d better get back into this blogging thing now that we’re through a major period of testing servers and other technical wizardry that i shan’t pretend to understand.

i have been busy in the short hiatus, creating a surprise child, due for delivery to the world early in the new year so don’t be surprised if future blog entries are weighted towards why victorian properties in london were not converted with single mothers in mind or finding buggies that are designed to support baby’s back as well as mine (most pram manufacturers seem to think all mothers are under 5 foot tall).

anyway. so we’re back. the boys have been busy adding such stuff as to test my ability to learn new things, but mister lewington of digital london is rather good at explaining so i now know that tags are like ingredients. huzzah.