Alfie received his first birthday pressie yesterday and I couldn't help myself, I HAD to let him use it straight away.
I spent some time prevaricating about the need for a cosy toes type solution to winter freezes now young Alfred is out of his pram and into a lightweight buggy.
It is all very well saying that he'll be OK in a coat, but if it were me, and I were out on a winter morning sitting in a canvas seat, I think I would want to snuggle up under something warm.
So what's the problem woman? Just go out and buy one!
Yes I know, it should be that easy, and yes I know I'm talking to myself now.
The problem is that most of the snuggle bags on sale only go up to 18 months, and if you've been paying attending that means it'll only be useful for one winter. Which isn't great value for money when these things cost an average of £50.
As always in these things, if you are looking for a solution that involves engineering, look to the Germans. In this case because they make these which deal with the problem of what happens when your child gets a little too big and a little too muddy with a foot flap at the bottom.
So obvious it makes me want to take one to the manufacturers in this country and smack them liberally around the head with it. Not that it would be an entirely negative experience, I imagine a little like being happy slapped with a Care Bear cloud in fact.
So Alfie would like to say a big, snuggly thank you to his Grandma Lydia for his birthday present.
On a completely different tangent I was sifting through some books in the canteen at lunch today and I came across a just stunning paragraph in Nigella Lawson's Kitchen which made me want to stand up and whoop in agreement.