But Anne isn’t Neil’s princess, she’s his apprentice.
In light of baby #2 coming very soon, we’ve been getting our place ready. Slowly. We’ve had some furniture delivered from everyone’s favourite affordable Swedish flat-pack furniture retailer, and this was the day Neil was putting Anne’s new bed together. He asked if she wanted to help.
Anne mainly saw her role as trying to put as many screws and bolts into as many holes as possible, but she did learn how to use an Allen key and — according to Neil — actually did a pretty good job.
What she was really after, though, was the hammer. Er, no chance, kid.
The ladies at the Chinese grocery shop tell me it’s going to be a boy, because it’s a pointy bump. An Italian lady I know says the old wives’ tale from Italy predicts a girl from a pointy bump, or a beautiful boy.
I’d never be stupid enough to sign up. I have no reserves on me, I’d be dead in a couple of days.
If I was stupid enough to sign up, I certainly hope I wouldn’t be as vacuous as so many of the women seem to be. Yes, you found some water. You need to find more, and food, not sit around, sunbathe, and talk shit.
It makes me wonder if the editing made the women look like they thought they’d be spending time lounging in bikinis on the beach, accidentally-on-purpose launching their own media careers, while the men seemed much more focused (but not necessarily any more successful, they were just working on the food, water, and shelter situation all the time).
What happened to mummy pig? First the women left the piglets alone because mummy was there, then she disappeared. WTF?
We just went to Anne’s (prospective) preschool’s open evening, and were told there had been 80 expressions of interest, but only 50 places.
My Singaporean kiasu fear has totally kicked in — I need to have a home school backup (all other preschools in the general area are full as well), and a proper curriculum that I can manage with a new baby. Aaaauuugggghhhh!