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.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. If you've been following along you may know that Neil wasn't actually home for it, but he's back today. And the house is happy again. Now. I'm quite fond of complaining saying my husband is decidedly unromantic. Today, this happened. 12.30ish. 'Mumma, what are you doing?' 'I'm calling your father. And … Continue reading These Are The Hands
A conversation with Isla (not even, but nearly 3) had me in happy-tears yesterday. Isla: This snack is delicious. Me: What else is delicious? Isla: You are! Me: No, you are. Isla: But I made you. Me: I think you'll find, I made you. Isla: We made each other, Mummy. … Continue reading Well, We Kinda Did.
OK, so this actually just happened. Isla: I love you. And your wheelchair. You're my wheelchair Mummy. I don't want another Mummy. Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla: Why you crying? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love … Continue reading This Is How They Get You
I've wanted to update my About Me page for AGES. Or four years. Because somehow, I'm now 36. Even stranger, my fiance has been my husband for nearly four years. And the tiny human we made is now very tall and seventeen, nearly three years old. They are awesome people and I'm glad we get … Continue reading Home
And so, after painting all the pictures and doing all the puzzles, Isla and I went out. We've paved around the house so we can have races and stuff, so there's that. But we live on a hill. 'Go over the stones and roll down the hill with me, Mummy.' 'I can't, baby. I wouldn't … Continue reading Sometimes, It Hurts.
If we were having coffee, we'd be hiding in the kitchen while Isla counts the balls in her ball pit and Neil plays the shit out of Isla's toy guitar. You'd be convincing me that I can write a mystery on a wharf including a dog collar for NYC Midnight's Flash Fiction Challenge. While I … Continue reading Line By Line