Papa was a rolling stone

Three to six months were a bit of a blur. Our wonderful sleep-through-the-night A-grade baby turned everything upside down and was waking at all hours from the three-month mark. Mama was a zombie. Excuse me. I blame this third-person talk on the lack of sleep. Matt has no such excuse. We had an old friend down to visit last weekend and Matt kept referring to himself as "Daddy". As in, "Daddy wants a beer now, yes he does!". I'll understand if you just did a mini-vom in your mouth. I digress. Back to the fascinating topic of new parents' lack of sleep... ...Ahem, perhaps I should leave that with the third person Mama talk, in the same place as detailed analysis of Mila's nappies (it's like reading tea leaves, I swear).

Almost like clockwork, Mila hit six months and started sleeping through the night again. And bang on six months, Mila spent her first night away from us. She stayed at her Nanny's overnight while we ventured out for wine and food. It was wonderful. We started with wine tasting on the harbour. I'm afraid that it was a bit of a case of "Goddamn! That's the best cracker I ever ate in my life" on the wine front. We got talking to the people seated next to us and when they were discussing the wine, comparing the various samples, and opining on its quality, all I could do was grin like a goon and think that it all tasted like ambrosia to me.

The occasion warranted a photo

We walked along the river at sunset and drank Champagne with dinner. Aglow with the flush of wine and independence, I smiled and told Matt how nice it was to be out with him. He gave me a slightly bemused look, pointed at my chest and said: "You're leaking".

Exhausted from her all-nighter with Nanny