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Showing posts with label Pub Lunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pub Lunch. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Too Busy to Take Pictures

A heavenly weekend with an Angel Baby who is now 7 weeks old.

Just spent it hanging out with PD, pottering about. At last he got to see what a pleasure our daughter is, and how lovely life is with her in it.


I think we even made her Godfather broodie when we had lunch in the pub with him on Sunday; a lovely silly afternoon of perfect pints and even more perfect roast potatoes.


Monday, 24 March 2008

Into the Groove Baby

We had lost Isobel's rhythm, but today we are back in the groove.

We have successfully kept to our two hourly pattern and I have managed, equally successfully, to talk Isobel out of an overtired screaming rant.

So successful have we been we have even braved the snow to meet friends in the pub for lunch. In the company of a banging but adorable 16 month old, surrounded by other screaming children and political-ranting adults, Isobel chilled. Martin, Faye and Nicholas, and Gary and Javier joined us for our first family lunch outing.

She fed, she slept and she pooed. We ate and PD drunk. All must have been good as Isobel didn't need to shout at her parents once!

We are all ready for bed and it's only 8:30.

Friday, 14 March 2008

Draught Please Barman

Today we met up with two of our NCT friends, a shortage of space in local cafes led us to the pub - it was the only place that had room for prams, honest.

So, that was a first, the first time we had met up as Mums with our babies and it was quite cool to compare notes. It was also funny to discover that while our babies are little individuals they do have an awful lot in common. Disappointing to know that those little expressive faces Isobel pulls are pulled by other babies too - although they obviously don't do it so prettily!


Another first for me was that I breastfed in public! It was something that I had worried a little about, I'd even bought a down-with-the-kids scarf as a foil, not that I had it with me today. Anyway, faced with a hungry baby I did what was neccessary. Funnily enough Nia was brave enough too. We had all previously joked about going out dressed as fresians to manage this feat on mass.




So, three little friends met for the first time. (Jasper was there too but he and his amazingly wild hair stayed asleep in his pram.)


Hopefully next Thursday we will all be there again.