I had words for today. But then this photo happened, and then I decided there are no more words for today. Just love and bubbles. Now, go read a book.
'Happy Birthday, baby!' 'Go to sleep, Mummy.' 'Aren't you excited?' 'Sleeep, Mummy.' Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. 'What time is it?' 'Five o'clock.' 'Well, shit. G'night,' I said. Two hours later. Stickers and balloons in bed. 'What, no penguins?' Isla asked. 'C'mon, guys!' Her favourite thing of the … Continue reading Of Balloons and Birthdays
Isla: Mummy, fix this. (teeny tiny plastic toy) Me: (Trying) See, Isla, this is the kind of stuff Mummy needs help with. Because this toy is a little piece of-... Isla: PLASTIC, Mummy. Me: Yes, dearest. Plastic. (Welcome to the new thing where I share the funny stuff my kid says. Hi.)
Isla was super excited to go to her Christmas party this afternoon. Just look at that my face. Should have been our Christmas card. Merry, Merry from us over here.
When Mama tries that 'me' time everyone keeps talking about? This is what happens, Larry... Your kid tries to treat your bed with Sudocrem. That's what happens when Mama tries 'me' time...
The new camera arrived! Neil took this one, I'm still afraid to touch it. Good timing. Canon 700D/cute kid/accessible puddle
And so, I don't have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there's also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don't work. But there's crayons. Because there's a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the … Continue reading Paving The Way