Bethany's Baby Babblings

First of all, apologies for the lame blog post title. I couldn't think of owt better. My brain power was used up this morning when doing the cryptic crossword with my mum and dad. Secondly, merry christmas. And now for the main bulk of the post. Yet again I will be giving out unsolicited advice that nobody asked for; be the annoying twat with a camera.  Now before you mentally butt in with the "live in the moment, don't be a slave to social media, etc" argument, let me explain (and sorry but it'll be a bit morbid) You never know when it'll be your or someone you love's last christmas, or last anything. I promise you that having candid or silly or sickly sweet photos and videos of your loved ones will be a massive comfort if anything happened to one of them. I promise. So that being said, my little christmas pudding has been on this planet for 38 days. My dedicated photo album for her has over 350 photos and/or videos... ...and I treasure ever...

I really enjoy singing to my child. I enjoyed singing randomly before she arrived. It's my thing. Much to everyone's chagrin. Wahey that rhymed, I'm practically Stormzy (I think? I have no idea about modern music. I am 25 going on 76.) Anyway I digress. I've been singing to my baby and have built up quite the repertoire of songs with the wrong bloody lyrics. I am blaming baby brain. My biggest error is the wheels on the bus which I then merged with Old McDonald so this poor bus driver now has a bus full of farm animals. There's been loads more but I cannot for the life of me remember any of them. I did manage to sing the entirety Is This The Way To Amarillo to her this morning though. Told you I was 25 going on 76.