Two thousand, one hundred and ninety two

  Dear Henry, At some point in the last couple of months, your face has changed. I noticed it in your back-to-school photo, and when I catch your face in repose in my rear-view mirror. Your face is thinner, older. You feel taller. You've just had a birthday, and now you are six. In your … Continue reading Two thousand, one hundred and ninety two

A letter for four (for Teddy)

Dear Teddy, On the evening of your birthday, while the sun printed itself onto the carpet and your aunties pored over your new Lego sets, you buzzed around in the kitchen, high on cake. Then something occurred to you, and you popped your head back in the door to say, gratified, astonished: ‘People just KEEP … Continue reading A letter for four (for Teddy)

One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six

  Dear Henry, Today is your birthday, and you are five. You are asleep, finally, after an exciting day where you have made all the important decisions: bacon and waffles for breakfast, a trip to London to visit the 'dinosaur museum', hot dogs and milkshakes for lunch, episodes of Transformers Rescue Bots for an evening … Continue reading One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six

One thousand four hundred and sixty-one

Dear Henry, Today is your birthday, and you are four. We've just got you to bed after a long and thrilling day, and I sort of want to run back upstairs and get you up again. Being four is such a serious thing. Your birthday was the last milestone between you and school. As with … Continue reading One thousand four hundred and sixty-one

A letter for two

Teddy, Today is your birthday, and you are two. Your day is supposed to be over, actually, but you haven't yet given up the good fight: I can still hear you bouncing and yelling in your room. Most of the street can. You have two volumes: the cracked little fake-sorrowful voice you put on for … Continue reading A letter for two

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

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

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