We have finally booked in a date to baptise Harlow – on the day she turns 11 months old. And thank the sweet Jesus for that because everyone knows unsaved babies start trucking with the devil just before their first birthday. It feels important to mention here that we are not a religious family. At […]
Maybe if I go like this…. …and then like this…. …and then…ummm… Mumma? I stuck!!! Which means only two more months before a year has passed. I can tell you this – holding this baby girl, feeling the soft, rounded babyness of her little body in my arms, sends a euphoric wave through me […]
On Thursday, we celebrated 40 years of a dear friend's life and 9 months with our little girl. The balloons were for him but try telling Harlow that… Well, that flew! As a writer, it's cliché cringe but seriously, where has the time gone? Time moves too fast to record in any baby book and […]
I am beautiful…even when I have been trying to claw my own face off…. Just here at my feet she sits, in the rocker that is really too small for her now. When I look down at her, as I frequently do, she rewards my attention with a smile that appears to be all gums […]
…to say hi! And have a great weekend. Tomorrow we are putting up the Christmas tree. Sadly, I have learnt this 'family tradition' is not nearly as fun as you think it will be. Largely joy-free and quite without merry, as I recall. And while I've got you, I thought I'd share a bit […]
Look at this little fool, would you? She knew full well it was bed time and yet, the cheekiness! If I told you she literally made my heart explode, of course, that would be a ridiculous thing to write because literal means really, actually happening, and exploding hearts normally disallow the typing of […]
Oh, little girl She of the bright blue eyes and the crooked smile She of the belly laughs and the wrenching sobs She of the kick-kick-kicking legs and the bah-bah-bahs She of the whatever you call the wrist version of cankles She who has more than thirty size 1 summer dresses (not.even.kidding.) She who […]
29 weeks old and cuter by the minute, no? This little pink bodysuit has been folded away in a box and waiting patiently…..for years. A treasure trove of clothes for the daughter I was worried I had planned for in vain – one by one, she is wearing and – sob! – outgrowing them […]
