This is twelve days late, angel. Which means you turned one a month and 12 days ago. But I swear I just brought you home from the hospital, your little body curled into itself as though you were still in my belly. I am still pinching myself. Every day, I put you down for a […]
Little Months
Twelve Little Months: One Beautiful Year
Oh, little girl. The task of reflecting on the first year of your life feels impossible to write without relying on tired cliché. The year has flown! Where has the time gone? It can’t be a year! Already??? But these are the words that come instantly to mind, the words I have been uttering all year […]
Eleven Little Months
A baby girl on her Baptism Day (outfit number #2) Last night, I went to dinner with some kinder mums as this little darling sobbed herself to sleep in her daddy's arms. Suffice it to say, I don't get out much. By the time I returned home, my left boob was huge with the milk […]
Ten Little Months
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 […]
Nine Little Months
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 […]
Eight Little Months
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 […]
7 Little Months
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 […]