Well I’m back from my travels in Nu Zuland (apparently according to Aussies this is how Kiwi’s pronounce New Zealand), and I’m afraid my baby brain accompanied me on my travels. I’m blaming my mishaps on my little ‘gannet’ – I think the green rolling hills and crisp fresh air increased his appetite threefold, and with this came more than a few additional feeding sessions and a more tired than normal mum – that mum being moi.
Baby brain hilarities began on our arrival at the Auckland Airport. A girlfriend met us to kindly loan us a pram for our stay. She is also a mum and a member of our Facebook Community ‘Baby Brain Humour’. So it was upon my husband erecting the pram he then asked my friend ‘Flower’, “And in reverse?” Well bless ‘Flower’ she took this to mean does the pram go in reverse and she responded with “No I don’t think reverse works on this pram”. There was a pause and then everyone cracked up. Hilarious.
It was then at a great old pub in Whitianga, conveniently called the Whitianga Tavern, that baby brain raised its crazy head. Upon checking in I had to complete the standard form. And do you think I could complete it?! After crossing out about the third lot of details I exclaimed ‘argggh baby brain!”. The dear woman looked at me with a somewhat concerned look as I didn’t even have little ‘D’ with me at the time. I’m sure the moment I walked away from the desk she rung the local authorities… I’m pleased to say we didn’t get a knock at our door.
My sister (Mother of my 2 yr old niece) and I even shared a few baby brain moments. The best of them is my comment regarding exercise. We were discussing a few exercises we could do whilst staying at mums. I turned to my sis and said “yeah and we could do sets of herpes”. Unfortunately this was in ear shot of my brother-in-law who burst into fits of laughter and said ‘Ahhh Andy I think you mean ‘burpies’”. We had a great laugh – at my expense.
And the baby brain continued over the remaining weeks of holiday. One incident was where I threw a dirty nappy (thankfully well wrapped up) into the washing basket and just stopped short of putting little D’s dirty clothes in the rubbish bin!
So I’m back on Sydney soil and happy to report that I still have my sense of humour, you just can’t take our baby brain moments seriously – relax and have a laugh – they happen to all mums.
So until next time, and remember that your good ole buddy ‘baby brain’ shall accompany you where ever you may travel.