One thousand and ninety two

Dear Henry,Today you are three. Today has been a good day.It's getting harder to write about you properly, because describing you is becoming a challenge. The sweeping generalisations we hold up to babies - he's loud; he's busy; he's a good sleeper - are poor greyscale things when held up to the patterned light of … Continue reading One thousand and ninety two

Slugs and snails: for Teddy

You are one today, little boy. And what are little boys made of? You are made of wrist rolls and chubby feet, big hands and big cheeks. Bounces and cowboy yells on a cot mattress at 6am. Turbo-charged crawling. Clear blue eyes and wide beaming smiles, showing all six teeth, scrunching up your nose. A mess … Continue reading Slugs and snails: for Teddy

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

Dear Future Versions of Henry and Edward, Today is my third Mothering Sunday, and you are two-and-a-half and nine months old, respectively. We are tucked up in bed again, this time because you have hand, foot and mouth virus. Before I had children I thought HFM, if I thought about it at all, was a … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

Seven hundred and thirty

Dear Henry, Today is your birthday, and you are two. Tomorrow I will write one of those photo-heavy posts about what we did today, and how you shouted 'WHOA' every time the underground train set off, and roared at the dinosaurs in the Natural History Museum, and used every cunning wile you could think of … Continue reading Seven hundred and thirty

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)

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)

Something to celebrate

Happy birthday to Henricus Rex! What a year, eh? This boy is such a delicious thing. He is frantically busy until exhaustion knocks him flat at bedtime. He has charm, and works it shamelessly. Has opinions, and voices them loudly. Pulls amazing faces. Is the reason we've roped the fridge and freezer shut. Says 'dadada' … Continue reading Something to celebrate

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)

Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. Here goes the first. Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my first Mothering Sunday, and tomorrow you will be seven months old. I am sat in a puddle of quiet, feeding you before your nap. … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)