I've Accidentally Fallen Into The 1950s And I Like It

I heard a woman on the radio this morning basically saying that baking (I think she meant cooking too but can't really remember) was a middle-class anti-feminist pursuit used by women operating in a man's world to assert their femininity by pandering to masculine - worse, patriarchal - ideals of the feminine.

So today I baked banana muffins (yum!) and flapjacks (probably yum, but they're still baking).

I need to find some other basically nutritious foods to bake. It's much better for me than all the biscuits and chocolate I used to eat, I'm certain, and it's easy, and it's enjoyable, and it tastes wonderful. A single banana muffin contains on average 8g of sugar, plus whatever sugar is in the bananas. The flapjacks... well, flapjacks are basically porridge with toffee, so they're almost all sugar, but they are very good for milk production, so that's ok. They're so sugary that they're self-limiting as long as I haven't had any contact with a doctor or the hospital that day.

The other thing we did today was finish clearing out Rob's old office for Linnea. We hoovered and wiped and dusted and now her cot is in there. She's going through a poor sleeping phase anyway now, so we fully expect her to continue to go down to sleep in our bed about half the time, but she now has a room, which is a nice theory.

Our room feels a lot bigger without the cot or the big changing-table / chest of drawers thing (IKEA make it; it's here, the Diktad changing table and shelf (the table bit folds back to make another shelf, too)). I'm looking forward to gradually decorating her room, too - I am beginning to get an idea of what colours she likes (some reds and greens, mainly, but mostly reds) and I shall have to choose a wardrobe. This is going to be fun!

Rob and I both feel like this weekend has been longer than usual. We've achieved a lot - clearing that bedroom is a very very big deal, even if we did resort to "Stick it in the attic for later" a lot. We have sacks for the charity shop and Rob has a Spectrum+3 to give away, probably on Freecycle unless you speak up here first. We left a box of books on the pavement labelled "Free Books" and it's gone now. The Free Whiteboard went quickly, too. We must do it again someday this week, possibly even tomorrow of we have time; a lot of stuff is too good to throw away but not worth selling and not acceptable to charity shops (electrical stuff, for example).

Life is good. Even the dream I had last night where my reproductive system fell out and dangled inside-out below me hasn't spoiled my day. I got to see a 6-day-old baby with no clothes on. Life doesn't get much better than that. She had the most amazing arms!

There are no hob guards that will keep Linnea away from the knobs to turn on the gas. We're stuck with Parent Power, which is all very well but could use a little help now and then. Just because it's worked so far doesn't mean we can rely on it. Luckily, television is an infant sedative for those tricky times when she wants dinner so badly she tries to cook it for herself.