There are a few things in life I swore I would never do. I swore I would never join Facebook, I swore I would never have a blog, and I swore I would never have pictures taken of my children whilst he/she was scantily clad. (This is just part of my I swear I will never list, but I won't bore you by going on for days about the rest of it).
I have now done two of the three things and I feel the other is close behind, peer pressure's a bitch (I'm sorry, I really tried to think of a more appropriate way to word that, I failed, nothing truly expressed the sentiment I wished to convey). In all fairness to me, Significant Other, not I, started the blog to show off wee one (and I mocked him mercilessly for it, before eventually giving in to pretty up said blog. Now I feel, no fear, I may become addicted), and wonderful mother paid for the naked baby pictures (which admittedly, I love. My naked child is cuter than Anne Geddes' naked children) because wee one is her first grandchild and she is currently loving all things baby.






P.S. Yes, I call my husband Significant Other, but only when communicating with others, I don't call him that to his face that would be stupid (though probably not as stupid as calling him Significant Other because I still haven't fully accepted that I'm married. Yes, I realize Significant Other is not necessarily a proper noun, but I really do use it as though it's his name). Oh, and to my sisters and my future children, I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure my mother will only spoil this grandchild to such an extreme degree, the novelty has to wear off eventually, this doesn't mean she will love any future grandchildren any less (okay, maybe a little less, but it will never be enough for anyone to tell).


