Bundle o’ joy

This is a catch-up post about bears. He is sixteen months old, and this is his favourite face. See? As I type he is 'reading' Monkey and Me to himself and dancing with glee. In a moment he will get bored of this and push the book at me, honking like a chip-crazed seagull, until … Continue reading Bundle o’ joy

His mother called him ‘WILD THING’

What follows: your weekly note about toddlers. I haven't written about Henry much, lately. It's not because he's going through a bit of a capital-P Phase - though he is - and I only want to write about the good stuff. I think this clingy, angry thing he's been trying on has its roots in insecurity and … Continue reading His mother called him ‘WILD THING’

I am your quiet place, you are my wild

For posterity. Here is Henry. He is two-and-a-bit, and watching a ten-minute YouTube video comprised entirely of trains whizzing through platforms at high speed (who makes these?!). 'Whooooooooa.' 'So big and so fast!' [personal favourite] 'Oh goodness, that's a big train!' The talking is incessant. He parrots everything, and knows it's a trick we find … Continue reading I am your quiet place, you are my wild

Freeze-frame: Teddy looks like this

I don't write about this boy enough. He's been around for ten weeks, and it feels like ten years. He's fattening up nicely. Fitting into larger clothes than Henry did at the same age. If I go to bed late enough, we're down to one nighttime feed, and I am so grateful for this I … Continue reading Freeze-frame: Teddy looks like this