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 […]
I love this baby girl. Last week, I noticed a woman putting her little baby into the car and as she transferred him from pram to carseat, she paused to kiss him. It was almost an absentminded gesture and one that was so familiar to me. I simply can not hold my baby – in […]
One little girl. A mother's full heart. I went out to dinner tonight. Something I never do. Bren was at home with the kids. With Harlow. At 9:00pm I checked my phone. No messages. I put it back in my bag and didn't check it again for another 50 minutes. It was in […]
