The little tiny bee

I am sat here thinking what should I write about.... and I look around for inspiration... I can see: my swollen feet... from the ironing marathon I endured this afternoon,  the carpet... that needs hoovering  but who has the time, the telly... full of dust but who cares! My husband feeding my baby and of course the little one ever so satisfied with his bottle of milk. And it makes me think... in the past couple of months everyone (mainly Greeks) is giving the baby advice, that goes anything like:

Spot the Greek Baby!

My bundle of joy

A few days ago, I spoke to you about the sunglasses, the emblem of every Greek, even when it rains. It’s the turn of babies now and that’s mainly of what happened to me last week...

I go to this babies group once a week, it’s mainly a chance to meet other mummies and for your baby to get some friends. That’s all lovely up to here...

Sleeep baby... sleeeppppp

It is at times like this that I can hear my mum's voice in my head... " You will have kids one day and you will remember me" Damn... I guess she has won.