Tupperware

At 3.30 this afternoon I found myself at a Tupperware party, surrounded by containers, mothers, many types of cheese and inquisitive daughter at my breast. I wore my new Bali dress, strapless and bright purple, pretty coloured beads around my neck, feeling fresh and vibrant. For the first 15 minutes we were there it was boob out, while daughter fills up. She drinks for a bit, then up she comes and takes a breath. Scans the crowd, exposing my erect milk nipple and eventually leading me to kind of clasp my free hand around and over my breast, essentially groping myself in public. I just try and continue to act normally and listen to the lady explain how to cook chicken curry in 18 minutes in the microwave.

I left without buying anything, resisted the cheeses but with a new found respect for the art of microwave cooking - that curry was tasty. I did however partake in a cup of breshly brewed black coffee, hence the sort of late night blogging.

Finished the day with a picnic at a park next to a beach, with friends and children in tow. The kids had a wonderful time playing, telling us stuff, eating sausages and running on the balmy Darwin beach.

Whilst my baby girl sat up so cleverly on her bum, delighted that she is seeing the world right way up finally. Two funny little teeth sprouting out her bottom gum, a wonderful smile and a temper that is all bark, no bite. I think. She has slept through 2 nights in a row and I'm not sure I've ever loved her this much.