Love & Bubbles

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.  

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Of Balloons & Birthdays

'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 & Birthdays

Paving The Way

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