Toddler philosophy

Yesterday Henry scaled the mountain of miniature clothes he's outgrown, and planted a flag at the top. He wasn't a kid with twenty different outfits to choose from, either. We didn't buy much. It just accumulated. I thought I'd be sadder as I packed it all away. Ski-jump nose aside, there is no resemblance between … Continue reading Toddler philosophy

Pick-Me-Up (28 + 4)

What on earth can salvage a day in which you wake up still with the indigestion that stopped you from sleeping much in the first place, your husband leaves on a week-long business trip, you work long hours and get practically nowhere, your little offspring rattles painfully in your abdomen like a bag of Jenga … Continue reading Pick-Me-Up (28 + 4)

Little and Large (22 + 4)

I had two crikey-this-is-really-happening moments yesterday. One was wearing an actual maternity dress – no waistline, no zips and buttons, no constant readjustment of that blasted belly band – and feeling immense gratitude on behalf of my bump. It’s a bit odd to be floating around the corridors of the chapel like a ship in … Continue reading Little and Large (22 + 4)