Fathers Day

It's fathers day this weekend here in Oz. We're like the US not the UK calendar wise.
I didn't have the presence of mind last year to notice it but now that Sonny actually sleeps for more than 2hrs in a row I'm aware that it's fathers day.

How will Fathers Days bode with us Sonny? Will we crash Uncle Bill or Uncle Aaron's parties? Will I tell your Childcare/pre-school teachers that you're still to make cards and craft gifts but for me? Aha, do I double up and get an extra mothers day? There's room to argue the justice in that...... But no, I think not. Do we save your Fathers day paraphernalia and one day hand it all to your biological father in a shoe box?

Perhaps by the time you're old enough to care there will be a father figure.

I think we'll take it one day at a time and talk about it together in age appropriate language when the moment arrives......

Happy Fathers Day to all the fathers out there including my own xx

Village People

I saw Miranda Kerr, Orlando Bloom and their beautiful baby today at a cafe here in Sydney. She's very tall.  He has a lovely smile. The baby's cute!

I had wondered why the service was so lax at this cafe and thought perhaps I didn't look like enough of a hipster to warrant good service and then once I spotted Orlando realized all the staff must have been  buzzing around their table with excitement  instead of taking our order.

Now I love a famous person as much as the next man, perhaps even a great deal more, not ashamed to admit it - the beautiful people fascinate me - I love trashy mags, I love popular culture and I LOVE the movies so famous people are all super cool to me...... but it got me thinking, as Orlando kissed the top of his babies head, that it can't be easy to do the whole new parent thing when your famous.

How do you join a parents group?  How do you start random chats in the park?  What about breast feeding in public places?  Or your kids first rigid tantrum as you try forcing them into the pram...... I shudder to think.....

They say it takes a village to raise a child, which I believe to be true. How hard is it for 'celebrities' to be a non invasive part of a village? For a start, which village?  They are always moving around! or maybe like celebrity rehab there's a village of famous new parents in all the 'hot' villages around the world.

Don't get me wrong. They're doing just dandy I'm sure and no doubt they have awesome family and friends who help out with all this kind of stuff - not to mention the hired help, but I'm just saying - maybe being a celebrity you miss out on the mediocre and the mundane, the awkward and the peculiar new parent stuff that is in fact ever so character building and rewarding.  Or better still, maybe as a celebrity you don't miss out on it - you just don't get the opportunity to go through it without some twit happy snapping your foibles on their iphone.

Doctor Doctor

I thought perhaps it was time I posted some links to help with some of the logistics of single parent fertility seeing as thats what my blog is meant to be about.

There are a number of clinics in Australia that do this kind of thing and its becoming more and more common thus easier and easier to find. I went through the great team @ Fertility East here in Sydney. http://www.fertilityeast.com.au/. They provide you with all the information you could possibly need as well as counseling and support groups.

This is where you can read the current legal jargon (naturally this is subject to change depending on government policy) http://www.health.nsw.gov.au/hospitals/phc/art.asp.

I'd also like to take a moment to thank my doctor, Dr Polly Peres who is sadly no longer practicing. She was almost entirely responsible for the whole event. She was ever so pro active about my wombs hospitality and helped me create a womb with a view boom! boom! She was also the one who removed my eggs, the docs at Fertility East inseminated them and then Dr Peres popped the right fertilized egg back. She impregnated me, and though it lacked romance, it certainly wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. Its thanks to her that Sonny is here today and I am forever in her debt for being so bloody terrific at her job. I hope that she knows how many lives she has brought into the world and how many lives she has improved because of it.

Walk Like an Egyptian

Yes you can walk! Perhaps not so much like an Egyptian but there is a mummified zombie stagger element to it at this early stage.

Being only 1 year, 2 months and 2 weeks old you won't understand the reference in this blog title so feast your eyes on this


Yes indeed - when your old Mum was only 13 this was a hit and I liked it! I preferred Manic Mondays by this same band but thats just me. I did Walk LIke an Egyptian on many a dancefloor during my youth and even well into my 30's.

You too can walk, like an wobbly mummy for now but soon with a hearty confidence then next thing you know there will be running, jumping and skipping. Here's hoping there aren't too many bumps.

Maybe one day you'll moonwalk! Imagine that! Both the real moon kind and the Michael Jackson kind!

Standing Sonny

Bubba - Look how much you've grown and how much of a dude you still are!
You make me laugh and smile and learn and grow and I feel ever so proud of us.
Sometimes you push all my buttons and make me grumpy! But thats not your fault, its just what sleep deprived people feel.
Soon I'll have to take the bull by the horns and deal with the whole crying sleep thing.
If its any consolation - it hurts me as much as it hurts you!

Love you angel, am ever so proud of you and love you to the moon and back
Mum xx