People without babies must think I’ve gone a bit nuts. Every time I see someone I describe, with confidence, how the baby is. Two days later, I’ll be saying something completely different, with no apparent awareness that I’ve done a U-turn that would make a politician’s head spin.
I’m starting to believe that small babies are like the weather: there’s not much you can do to control either of them yet people spend a great deal of energy trying – and also trying to predict what will happen next. It never works as well as you’d like. All you can really do is try to dress appropriately for the climate and expect to get wet now and then.
And I’m still hoping for an accurate forecast!