Our health visitor is a right busy-body, I'm sure she was a social worker in a past life. In fact, appointments with her are the only thing I'm dreading this time.
The boys were both quite podgy, so obviously we were feeding them too much, Charlotte's always been skinny so we must have been starving her.
She doesn't like it that I work and leave OH in charge of the kids during the day, and then she doesn't like it that OH is a DJ and works evenings.
She doesn't like that we moved from a tiny two-bedroomed house (3 kids in a 6ftx8ft room) in a 'posh' area to a 6 bedroomed house in a less affluant part of town (shame we didn't get to change HV when we moved).
We've always had cats in the past and every time she told us to get rid of them or they'd kill the baby (one less thing for her to whinge about this time as we don't have any pets).
She moaned at me for bottle feeding Daniel, but moaned last time when I planned on breast feeding (I gave in to her and bottle fed). This time she can whistle - I'm breast-feeding and if this one has the same problems as the first two, we'll deal with it at the time.
She doesn't like Daniel cycling to and from school (10 minutes away with no major roads) and thinks I should take time off work to drive him because he has asthma and needs to use his inhaler before he sets off.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr that WOMAN!!!!!!!
If you end up with a HV like mine, don't let her get to you. Chances are slim though - everyone I know outside the area always seem to have really nice HVs. Low house prices round here have nothing to do with the area - it's because people have heard about the HV!!!!
Tracy xx