Thanks... a lot

So, I've been wanting to put together some thank you cards for the family and friends who have been sending love and gifts this way since the pregnancy. I thought that I could take a nice photo of Boojnoupe, put some text over top, print a bunch, and write personalised messages on the back.
Simple enough.

No.

Boojnoupe screams if she is put down for more than three minutes thanks to being constantly held and passed from person to person for the first month of her life. So, I knew I would need to be quick.
I'm now pretty sure she knows what's going on when I get my good camera out as she goes from "Happy as Larry" to "My entire existence is pain!" within minutes of setting up.
After the fourth try (one of those involved setting up a backdrop and lights) I've given up trying to create a warm and fuzzy thank you card.

Everyone is now getting this:

What's in a name?

Everyone seems to have a name for their baby that doesn't sound anything like the baby's real name.
I never understood it until now.

I lie.
I still don't understand it.

Here are the names I call my little person:

Boojnoupe (booj-nu)
Boupanoupa (boop-a-noopa)
Boonoux (boo-nu)
Poopadoupe (poop-a-doop)
Grumples
Grumpalots
Grumplestiltskin (grumple-stilt-skin)

I will probably refer to her as one of these names through out this blog.


What weird names do you call your bebee?

Sleeping diagram

I don't know if anyone else keeps their little one in bed with them after a morning feed, but I find that after putting her in the middle of the bed at 6am, this is the layout by 7:30am.

You may kindly

My name is Sarah. I am a new mother, I work from home (not just the change nappies and breast feed kind of work, but design work as well.) and none of my friends have little ones.
My doctor had advised me to join a mother's group to avoid being "forgotten in the suburban wasteland."

The treasure hunt for friends-with-little-people left me feeling isolated and as though i was a completely different species. Having a little person is all that I had in common with the local mothers.
I don't watch commercial television, I don't get tans or manicures, I don't care much about celebrities, I'm not practised in the art of scrapbooking, and I really didn't want to sit and compare our children's developmental accomplishments.
There had to be others like me out there.
Hadn't there?

Then I remembered about a little thing called the "internets".

This thing is full of people!
I wrote one of those "weblog" things once. Maybe I could do it again!
Maybe even make some Internet friends.

So, ladies (and the occasional gent) who don't quite fit in the regular mother's world, let us share our worlds so that we can tell the rest:

"You may kindly stick your mother's group."