Today Hen had his first haircut. It was long past time to cut off that ludicrous wispy mullet at the back. His bed hair looked like a back-combed tumbleweed, but I still dragged my feet when it came to cutting it off. I wasn't ready at all to see a boy's face on those skinny shoulders. He looks … Continue reading Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
I fell in love with this city, once upon a time. Does everyone feel like their university years made them, in a way? Mine made me. And I slogged and read and thought and wrote so much I grew an extra head on one of my fingers, which wasn't always pleasant, but still. These buildings … Continue reading The old stones are the best
Henry is experiencing some serious mama-love this month. Phases like that come and go: his heart beats for Daddy, as a rule, but every now and again he just wants to sit by me. I do love it, while it lasts. But it has made me think - more than I was already - about … Continue reading The way we work
'You know', said Timothy this morning, as we were driving in a blizzard towards his cancelled half-marathon, 'I wouldn't mind living in a place where it snowed more'. 'You know', I said, 'I flipping would'. Now we're at the end of March, I am totally, unbelievably, inexpressibly done with snow. I do not want to … Continue reading watch-listen-read: three reasons to stay out of the snow this weekend
There are some things in life I feel very strongly about, and lactose is one of them. Oh yes, me and cow worship. It's special. The feelings run deep. If I woke up one day suddenly allergic to dairy I would scweam and scweam until I were sick. I would rent my clothes and douse … Continue reading Holy cow
This, being... one insomniac coughing fit so energetic I blew out an eardrum (brills) two naps, three boxes of chocolate, four new books (better) one cafe breakfast and a bottle of the best French lemonade we ever had one birthday cake made from piled-up scones-and-cream-and-jam and one boy in tractor wellies, one boy popping the … Continue reading It’s my birthday, and I wished for this
March is a many-stranded thing. This year, at least, the winter of our discontent is still very much now, and we can't go a couple of days without a blast of snowy rain and freezing wind. I want the gentle spring weather, but Russia ate it. I saw cherry blossom trees trying their hardest to … Continue reading The best game in the world: sick bed edition
I promise I am actually thinking about things other than babies at the moment. Yesterday I thought an awful lot, for example, about European legislation - specifically, the grammar thereof - and had a right little chuckle when I found an article beginning 'An old cleavage causes new divisions...' (No, it was about Cypriot social … Continue reading The naming bug
Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. The first was here. Here goes the second. Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my second Mothering Sunday, and you are eighteen months old. We are sat side-by-side in the big bed, you tucked under my … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)
Sticky eye! Sticky eye! STICKY EEEEEEEEEYE! PS: running out of Calpol/chocolate, pls send reinforcements.