This book is hilarious and full of all of the wonderful things you would love your husband/significant other to say to you after you have had a baby.

Hot on the heels of the runaway success of “Porn for Women”, this follow up delivers full-colour photographs of hunky dads doing what new mothers really want them to – getting up for 3 a.m. feedings, skipping golf to bond with the wee one, stocking the freezer with homemade baby food, changing every single nappy, complimenting mum’s all-sweatpants wardrobe. It’s all here. Page after page of these shots will make every mother swoon.This book provides a refreshing take on the topic of new motherhood. There’s nothing on the market like it. It makes a unique, funny gift for a new mum & mother’s day!

You can grab a copy from here. You’re better off doing that than borrowing my copy, which at this point is covered in saliva and teeth marks.

IMAGE SOURCE: Babyology

” Jennifer Aniston will adopt Tila Tequila mistaking her for a charming if sexually precocious 11 year-old Vietnamese boy. Angelina will have the last laugh yet again.

A dozen more horse-headed mingers will reveal their affairs with newly-minted-golfing-bad-boy Tiger Woods, proving once and for all that men actually do sometimes go out for horseburger when they have fillet steak at home.

Britney Spears will take top honors in Who’s annual “Sexiest slags you’d tap only after having taken a high powered house and a bottle of domestos to ‘em” issue. Lindsay Lohan will be devo’d.

Cate Blanchett’s luminosity will be spotted from the space station just in time to push her Oscar votes right over the top for the second time. During her acceptance speech, her cool demeanor will refreeze the polar ice caps and she will be named the ninth wonder of the world. (Ruby Rose having already been named the eighth.)

Lisa Curry Kenny and Grant Kenny will remain both estranged and identical.

A big Hollywood producer will see pics of Nikki Webster in her sexiest outfit and cast her in the coveted roll of Jean-Benet Ramsay in a bio pic.

Australian Idol will be replaced by wealthy middle-aged TV executives poking retarded people with sticks for an hour every Sunday night. Andrew G will both host and condescend.”

Love it and want to read more of the above? To follow Meshel Laurie on her new blogging (one handed) journey click here

PS: I am still on holidays so posting will be uber light until Feb. Thats right I said UBER!

PPS: I am currently in the process of bringing you a new Leany J in the City. I was even thinking of a name change, and no not “Leany J is always Shitty” but thanks for the suggestion……

That is all.

Chhhhhhhhh.

Over.

Really, out of all the things you could hack, you hack twitter? That’s like instead of punching someone directly in the face, you run up and kick them in the shins. Hangon, it has just twigged that maybe I shouldn’t be making fun of the Iranian Cyber Army. There there Iranian Cyber Army, Nice Iranian Cyber Army, just having a little fun………. Eeeeep.

Objective: Celebrate Human Rights Day and stand up with people all over the world who want to make human rights a reality for everyone.

Human Rights Day marks the anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR) adopted on December 10, 1948 that set down the basic principles at the very heart of the human rights movement. The UDHR has enabled remarkable progress in human rights, inspiring international human rights standards, laws and institutions that have improved the lives of many around the world.

The day is a high point in the calendar of United Nations and is normally marked by both high-level political conferences and meetings and by cultural events and exhibitions dealing with human rights issues. Many non-profit organizations and human rights activists also schedule special events to commemorate the day. Look out for events in your community!

Christmas will be a little more exciting this year as it will be the Squirts first Christmas. Not that he will know what is going on but I am sure he will be impressed by the plethora of wrapping paper to chew on, which he will then half swallow and subsequently vomit up all over our freshly shampooed rugs.

Shortly Snots will want to sit down and write ever so slowly around 30 Christmas cards to all of his class mates (I liken this to what i can only imagine removing wafer thin pieces of skin with a potato peeler until you reach the bone, on my entire body would be like). And then he will want to attach stickers to the envelopes. This is a very time consuming process. Don’t want to give the wrong Christmas sticker to the wrong person, this could mean certain social playground death. Not only do we have to do the cards but just to raise the bar slightly higher, one of the mothers last year gave out candy canes. Well LA DE DA! I suppose she parks her car in a garage, oooh a garage, and not a car hole. Determined not to be outdone this year, not only do I have candy Canes for snots to bestow on his fellow classmates but I have three different colour choices, I know, I totally went all out.

My dad won’t stay over this Christmas. We don’t know why, we are so sickeningly nice to him when he is here, its vomit worthy. We can’t work it out because all he does all day at home is watch TV? So he could watch TV here (plus we have cable which is around 100 channels of extra TV goodness) like he does at home, No?. I don’t understand. Oh well, old people, who can work them out?

And memories of my Mum VS cold meats for Christmas lunches. That bitch will knock you flying from a mile away if she picks up on the scent of cold cuts. Meat flies everywhere. She grabs the bag and huddles in the corner chowing down on pieces of ham and mortadella, growling the words “Meat, MMMMMMM, Meat” over and over. Come to think of it watching my mum eat is an event in itself. It should be a spectator sport, behind glass. She is the only person I know that can eat corn on the Cob and end up with it in her hair and all over herself and the person in the next house. Like the corn cob has actually exploded. We take great joy in mocking her when she doesn’t know she is covered in it. Who says you have to wait until they are old to have fun with them?

THE END

Oh, the picture is of my Husband and his brother when they were younger, I do what I can to embarrass them at any given opportunity. Hey, its what I do.