fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Time to confess that not only did I want my baby to be a boy due to my adoration of my amazing nephew Harry*, but also because of Fussy and Finslippy. Before I even wanted to have a baby, I'd read about Jackson and Henryand be floored by the cute and the funny and the impossibly articulate.
That's kind of shallow, right? Oh well, he'd be just as awesome as a girl.
(* I now have another amazing nephew (and godson), Matthew, but I don't know him that well yet.)