My baby is one...

So my littlest man turned one on April 23rd.

He was oblivious to the magnitude of such an event but his Dad and I were full of pride and mystified how a year went by so fast and before our eyes this helpless newborn has morphed into a delightful yet willful being with a fixation for TV remotes, opening and closing drawers, climbing anything that remains still long enough and an addiction to bath time.

It had been a big week for him, first tentative steps taken, horrendous chest rattle and a visit to the Doctor and as a special gift to his Mum, he also slept for 9 hours for the first time!

His brother didn't quite share the same level of joy when gifts weren't shared around as per December 25th. There was some evil staring going on but one thing united the two - a love of Birthday cakes and decorations that were chocolate and candied.

Hmmm, maybe that is genetic...

Crying Over Spilt Milk...

Dear Honda,

I just had to go outside and see you to retrieve the magnetic Spongebob Squarepants stuffed toy that is a mandatory requirement to lull my VERY nearly 3 yr old cherub to sleep.

Honda, you smell like a soiled Huggies was left in your boot in the middle of January. My how you pong. Your smell is so bad I wonder if you will ever resume your former glory of new car smell or post car wash smell that is fleeting yet as arousing as a pheromone.

After much searching I am resigned to the fact spilt milk is the cause for your body odour.

How do I rid you of such a foul stench? How can I ever justify buying a more elite model of vehicle when such smells are possible after the smallest of spillages?

I really don't look forward to our next encounter. I know it looms near on 12 hours away but I know you will still smell like a used sock and I will have to subject myself and my precious junior burgers to a nasal assault.

Will I cope? Will we even survive or pass out from the fumes of all things unsanitary?

Till we meet again.

Your non-proud owner,

BZ