the blogorrhoea guide to purposeless liberal guilt
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Liberal angst du jour: whether to buy book I want to give someone at local branch of Whitcoulls (boo, hiss!) or to drive Big Ugly Gas-guzzler further afield to patronise politically correct independent purveyors of books (yay!) but at added cost to environment (awk).
So there you have it: that's what keeps me up at night. Tune in next week to see me spin out the we're not doing Christmas cards because of, erm, the air miles thing argument for the second year running.
Maggie's transition from milk to food as primary source of nourishment is proceeding more or less as recommended by the Practical Parenting weaning book my friend Kathie in Ely lent me between babies (hers) and then I *cough* accidentally forgot to give it back and then it somehow made its way into the shipment and reappeared in NZ when we unpacked. Kathie, if you're reading this, mea maxima culpa! Although my mother-in-law reckons that my purloining of the book may have been something like a Freudian slip. (Peh. Psychiatrists. What do they know?) Anyway, for the past few weeks the Magster's been on three daily mush feeds of steadily decreasing granularity, and recently I've started giving her the odd crust of bread, which she gums enthusiastically, and only occasionally gags on. In fact her general reaction to food is pretty enthusiastic - she reacts to indications that a meal is imminent with pure delight, squealing, flapping her arms, bouncing and shimmying in her bouncy chair. Mind you this is also how she now reacts to her daddy's return home from work, finishing off the display by reaching out her little chubby arms to be picked up in a manner most adorable.
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