Happy birthday Carriebo's DS and other birthdays I have missed since I have been on hols.
Quick catch up from France on a borrowed computer. We are having a great holiday and DD has been excited non-stop ever since we left home (yes... it is exhausting). We think her first proper word is 'doasd' (toast). Not sure whether to count dod (dog), doat (goat), Mumum, Dadad, and nene (which means milk - I don't know why, it just does).
I was so nervous about the travel (as you know) but it went incredibly well. You know how BC you cringe when parents with a baby get on the plane and you think, please, not next to me. I was dreading being those people. But on both flights she was like an angel. Other children were screaming their heads off, and she was just giggling and flirting with everyone in sight. Passengers were saying, oh, look at the lovely baby, how cute, etc!! There was another couple behind us whose 2 yr old was your worst nightmare. They were actually saying to him 'You're being so naughty, now you've upset the little baby' (he hadn't - is this what parents do? lie to their kids to get them to behave?). At one point he was screaming so loud the mum said to the dad (I am not making this up) 'why don't you try smothering him?' .
DH and I couldn't believe that we were the 'best' parents on both flights. We are now wondering whether we can pull off the smug perfect parent act. You know, nod and pretend to be embarassed when people say, 'Oh, the Ponies, their children are so well-behaved. They are such good parents. They really do know what they are doing.' Or do we have to admit that we haven't a clue and it's a complete fluke?
Now, back to that smelly cheese. Where was I?