On losing Two, and trying not to be sad about it

He is on the verge of being three. Hanging onto Two by his fingertips. You can see Three coming in those long skinny legs, the bony bottom in little underpants. Three is in his self-awareness, the jokes with a random punchline, the¬†sentences with multiple clauses. There are Threeish days he wants books with more words … Continue reading On losing Two, and trying not to be sad about it

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