4 Jul 2012  It's not called labour for nothing  The first
birthday wheel has started to spin amongst my friends. Today
marked the day of our first.  The party was for my friends third
baby so it was fairly low key. No bunting, no banners just some
leftover cake and an 'I'm One Today' helium balloon. Toys R Us
threw up on the living room floor for the babies while a comfy
sofa invited the mums in for some adult conversation, which of
course rotated around our babies.  The babies ripped toys from
one another's chubby hands and grabbed one another's faces. We
tried to be dutiful mothers at first. "No, Mr L don't grab Miss
F's hair." "That's an eye Miss E and it's not there for you to
poke." At least we pretended. However, as the chat picked up
pace the babies were increasingly ignored as they proceeded to
use eachother as their personal climbing frames.  The
conversation topic eventually stopped at childbirth. Of course,
we all love to share our birthing stories. Mostly, I've realized
it's because we love to sho