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 […]
Little Weeks
Twenty Five Little Weeks
25 sweet little weeks. I have stopped calling her newborn. A newborn doesn't roll over, get stuck and then cry and vomit until someone rescues them. A newborn doesn't clamp down on your nipple and then giggle when you tell them "No!" A newborn doesn't watch the fork travelling from the dinner plate to your […]
24 Little Weeks
24 whole weeks (and one day). I wonder for how long I can write these posts? 50 Little Weeks? 100? I don't want to bore you with details of her every move. But I like sharing how she grows. The way her little face has changed, the growing curiosity that lights up those eyes, the determined set of her sweet […]
Twenty Three Little Weeks
Love, love, love, love. I mentioned the boys have been a little…challenging…this school holidays (note: we are currently on Day 2 of said holidays). And yet, inbetween the screaming (me) and the crying (also me), is Harlow, the baby sent directly from heaven. It's not because she sleeps right through the night (no, that […]
Twenty Two Little Weeks
Yesterday marked exactly 5 months of life for my daughter. Today marks 22 weeks. I call these posts Little Weeks but what a misnomer that is. These weeks are anything but. They are huge with love and wonder and exhaustion and disbelief that she is here, that this sweet little girl is in the […]
Twenty One Little Weeks
Oh, this sweet child! I was saying to Bren, "Do you feel like all our little people are earthside now?" and he said yes. And I thought yes, too. It certainly seems like this little cherry on top is the perfect full stop to the Family M-G. I was looking through baby photos of the […]
Twenty Little Weeks
I can't lie; having a daughter is AWESOME. Oh, it's awesome. It's pretty and pink and awesome, awesome, awesome. After dropping the ball recently, I am happy to say that I have stepped up my game and am making sure Harlow has tummy time every day. And I think she is right on […]
Nineteen Little Weeks
So often, she will lie in her rocker, quietly inspecting her hands, chewing on her blanket or watching her brothers running mad circles around her. When, finally, she manages to catch my eye, her arms and legs come to life, little scissors of excitement, her face blooming into that incredible smile. The reality is that […]