Sometimes, when I mention to people that I’m off for coffee with the ladies from my NCT classes, I think they conjure up a room full of deranged Boob-Nazis, nodding sagely at each other about the horrors of formula and engaging in subtle bouts of competitive parenting.
Well, I don’t know what other people’s NCT groups are like… but at mine, we pretty much spend the whole time eating cake and doing stuff like this:
If there is any competitive parenting, it tends to take the form of “oh, god, no – I’m a far worse mother than you. I keep forgetting I even have a baby….”
Also, in continuation of yesterday’s topic of face-pulling, Microboy’s bottom-lip in the pic below kills me! I think the poor boy must wonder why everybody laughs whenever he gets distressed…