Moos

My elder son was a very early riser as a baby but in his second year gradually started to sleep longer in the morning.

"ha, you all think you live in the perfect area" Yes, you swines, stop being so damn' happy.

That's right, because being physically stronger than someone else gives you the moral high ground, doesn't it?

What a silly article. Practically cut and pasted from a similar Let's All Move To Bellenden ("surprisingly leafy" or some such chirpy bollokcs) not long ago. Peckham is not a secret.

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Willard Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > How about a nice Abercrombie ad campaign for you? > > Possible Billboard? Why is the well-waxed guy on the right holding a fish? On a more serious note, it would be pertinent to know how long it is proposed to be there.

womanofdulwich Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > is his "family" here too?? Why are they his "family"?

Apart from Rupert? And Mick Mac, you should be ashamed. How unpatriotic.

Green Baby is lovely, not least because you know their stuff wasn't made by children in Bangladesh, but also for their vivid designs. Definitely for skinnies: my once-chubby, now-solid elder sprog never looked right in their clothes. They've recently expanded into clothes for older children, I think up to 8. Last I looked, the nearest shop is Greenwich. We tend to shop online and wait for the sale!

Where would you keep it, Alan?

I must have been channelling my distinguished great-great-grandmother McMoos The Doughty, famous for 5 villages around for her remarkable embroidery and champion arm-wrestler. I'm well up for Imbolc. Huzzah.

My beautiful red-haired friend with her red-haired husband, his two red-haired brothers and their wives (one of whom, disappointingly, is a mere blonde) and their collective brood of a total of 7 red-haired children recently visited Legoland together. Apparently people thought they were a conference of sorts.

Green Baby and Petit Bateau both seem suited to slim children - sadly, both are rather expensive. I'm a big fan of GB though, for lots of reasons.

I live in Peckham, so I'm biased. But while it does have a remaining stigma among West Enders and the like, I think someone planning to rent or buy in SE London is likely to be more clued up on the minutiae of where is and isn't nice locally. I actually worked once with someone who thought Peckham was a place they invented for Only Fools & Horses.

Ruth_Baldock Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I know someone who tests prams. That's her job. > Bloody marvellous! I genuinely read that as "someone who tastes prams". What a strange job, I thought. Better go to bed.

Yeh, but Mockers, Rosie, can't we all buy a ticket to one of the scrillion other fireworks displays and mull our jerkins there like everyone else? If Southwark are going to spend big bucks on a commoonity thingy, it would be a great idea to do something different or at least something on when there isn't much else. The weekends around Bonfire Night are full of events. How about an end-of-winter pig roasting, ale swilling party to cheer us all up in February?

Pickle, I know what you mean, I get very excited picking up the little guy every day. I go back to work soon, but am fortunate that I'll be able still to pick him up every day. I've learned to give him a little space and time after school without plaguing him with lots of questions, though I'm longing to know bow it was. PGC - thank you, great idea. I guess he'll get the stamina he needs in a few weeks. The punctuality thing's hard, isn't it? A bit late for nursery was no big deal, but I dread our being Late For School.

How's it going for everyone? Such a big milestone for parents and for children both. My small loves school so far, and is having a great time. However, now in his third full week he is starting to get super-tired, not only after school (as I expected) but also in the morning. This is making him a bit trying, and in the last 24 hours I feel as though I've been constantly nagging or negotiating with him to get him to eat supper, have a bath, get to bed on time, get dressed, get to school... Oh, and not lose my temper in response to his provoking me. Mixed success there... not cool. So my new strategy is to give him super-easy eat-with-your-hands food for dinner for a while, and set the food battle aside for a while, be very vigilant with bed-time, and, well, just try to find a bit more patience. But all that aside, it's all good! School is fun. Am loving hearing all the songs they sing, and fragments of what he gets up to.

And - what Otta said. If Mr. B could spend some time looking after both kids alone, perhaps that would help him understand what you are trying to achieve for both of your children, and how tricky it is to meet both their needs at once.

RB, it's hard to tell without hearing your other half's side of the story. Having had experience of my boy (aged 3) not very happy at one nursery, and very happy at another, I'm all in favour of part-time play at a good nursery or cr?che, esp in the 4th year, getting ready for school. No experience of a 2 yo at nursery. Maybe suggest your other half visit a nursery and discuss his concerns?

Why not, dc? Genuine question. Beautiful & shapely... or is it that you wouldn't want a bombshell for a daughter?

Now that the evenings are drawing in, please can I call on all road cyclists to wear lots of bright and reflective clothes, while we're at it? I usually travel around ED in a bus or a car, and it's scary how invisible dark-clad cyclists with only a small light are.

Joe Sobztory's a bit dull, isn't he? Not a strong voice, but I guess one to make the last 20 or so, with his young cuteness and pulchritudinous colouring.

Is wearing headphones safe?

Dear northlondoner, if you're going to post snobbish comments about vulgar telly you really ought to spell paean correctly. Of course it's garish, hypocritical, sentimental, manipulative, totally fixed crap! That's its charm. If you eat a kebab, you can't complain it's not a fillet steak. Love Moos (oik)