An Apology

March 23, 2012

An Apology

Firstly we start on a note of solemnity. An apology no less. In the whirlwind of smartphonery, wifi and 3G we here at babyformerlyknownasmungo momentarily lost our moral compass. While we did not hack phones, call our clients muppets, leverage toxic debt or privatise Bertie in search of private sector efficiencies we (and when I say we I do of course mean "me") damaged the integrity of this fine site.

What am I wittering on about? It becomes increasingly unclear - as any Rear Admiral would doubtless sympathise with - but for the eagle eyed among you a picture of Bertie dressed as giraffe appeared on the site on Saturday morning. It was at a jaunty angle of questionable quality and was unadorned with the usual commentary which has occasionally been described as "witty" or more commonly "grammatically challenged."

This was posted in unthinking haste by a man crazed by the superhighway. No longer will this happen. We (I) have averted the slippery slope toward nu-media armageddon that would have started in a Kardashian style reality show and ended with Bertrand learning only to talk in the third person ("Bertie will only do what is best for Bertie - and at the moment Bertie is all about rocking the breastmilk with the Manolos etc") and the installation of a webcam in her nappy bin for complete media immersion. We will return to the core of our activities - periodic dispatches from the frontline of Bertrandogeddon rather than random spankery from phones, smartphones, tablets, telegraphs or any other newfangled technology that addles her father's thin skull. Amen.

As a reward for those who battled through that last paragraph - here in all her glory is wee Bertie dressed as giraffe, sticking her tongue out and looking generally ruddy. Has there ever been a more ruddy child - it would hard to imagine one.

Indeed the last few days have seen momentous developments in her world - no longer is she totally sedentary. She has mastered the slow bottom swivel, like an oil tanker navigating through toffee she can rotate her herself through 90 degrees. Huzzah. Huzzam. By itself it is a trifling matter but it points toward the golden age of Locamotion for Bertie and increasing stress for her parents as we avoid her rotating into positions of imminent death and or danger like an infant Evil Knievel. The roll and the crawl can not be far behind.

Also, on a more practical note Maddy and I have learnt a valuble life lesson that we'd like to share with you all. Jewish Museums don’t open on the Sabbath. So bear that in mind the next time you plan your Sabbath day.

Also, if you like carrot cake check this out. Seriously. It's the Fo'shizzle dizzle of carrot kizzle.