Boom baby

My baby girl was born at 8.07am, during a rainstorm that hit after a month of bright blue May skies. I say ‘she was born’ rather than ‘I gave birth to’ because I didn’t. To me, giving birth implies I actually had an input into the proceedings. I did not. As she and I approached our … More Boom baby

Bitica

She is now almost 16 months old and hitting 17 month old milestones. She can say mama, Dada, nana, papa, werhwa (Sara); duck (duk), dog (doh), tortoise (totu), apple (appa), ball (bawh). She can ee ee like a mouse, rarh like a lion, oo oo like a monkey. We were in a card shop the … More Bitica

13 months

My daughter is 13 months old today. We are laying together in my bed as I try to convince her to go to sleep. She’s had a bath and smells amazing, her hair that isn’t quite long enough to go into pigtails is fluffy and soft, and she keeps pinching me with her tiny kitten … More 13 months

Little badger

I’m lying in bed listening to my baby breathe softly. It’s 7.30pm and she is lying in a next-to-me crib that we’ve borrowed along with many other useful baby things from my sister. This crib goes (unsurprisingly) next to my bed and is designed so that I can see her as I fall asleep and … More Little badger

Silver linings

My eyesight isn’t very good. My eager-to-please nature meant that whenever I visited the opticians I would try my best to read the letters on the board, screwing up my nose and squinting my eyes in order to get it right. I would usually walk out with a clean bill of eye-health, but as I … More Silver linings

Memories

I don’t get Facebook memories. By that I don’t mean I don’t understand it (the concept isn’t that hard to grasp, even for my tiny mind), or that I don’t remember anything Facebook-related (I remember… everything). For some reason, I am just not allowed that feature. Denied. I have a secondary Facebook account that I … More Memories

Scrabble

My nana just rang to see if I wanted a cup of tea. I told her I’d be over as soon as I finished playing Scrabble with Ian. “Don’t cheat, you naughty girl!” she said, inexplicably. When the game was done I rang her to check it was still okay to pop over. “Who won?” … More Scrabble