I‘ve already written about our first flight with Max: a five hour jaunt to Tenerife, when he was 11 months old, and we were still filled with hope that flying with a baby might be easier than people like to make out. Well, spoiler alert: NO, IT WASN’T. Flying with a …
My post earlier this week about the mistakes we made with Max’s nursery got me thinking about some of the other mistakes we made in our first year as parents – or things we’d do differently, rather. To be fair, I think “mistake” is probably too strong a word here, because, …