“Why ‘Not Your Average Baby’?” asks no one in particular. Pretty self-explanatory, no? What normal parent, intoxicated by sleep-deprivation and euphoric on nappy fumes, would admit that their beloved progeny is anything less than the greatest creation in the history of the world? Quite right too. By happy chance, my little lady is about as far away from mediocrity as it’s possible to be. She’s the da Vinci of babies; an infant Aristotle. Really, she is truly magnificent. I’m not being biased either, merely stating a fact. In four short months she has achieved more than I have in thirty-odd years. She’s been in The Times of London! She’s the face of an advertising drive! She has literally saved a life! She’s been a triumphant success. Does she sound unbearable? A precocious upstart who’s had everything handed to her on a rhodium* platter? Yes? I’ve done her a disservice. She hasn’t had it all her own way, not by a long shot. Neither have I actually. Everything will become clear in due course…
*the world’s most expensive metal according to the Discovery Channel. Who am I to argue?
Not Your Average Baby 