You are done with nursery and have started school. Uniforms, ringing bells, rules; it’s a whole new ball game. Barely three days later , you fell sick. A week at home with the flu, television and mummy and now it’s time to go back. You wake up grumpy and don’t want to get dressed. I …
When you were born and bundled into my arms, I looked at your tiny face, fingers and toes and worried that you were underweight. At four months, I sat like a hawk, watching and waiting for the first roll. The milestone app said you were supposed to start rolling at four months- roll dammit! Four …
You’re two now. A little girl with a growing heart. Slides at the park scare you but you try your best to conquer them, climbing in the opposite direction, so you don’t see how high you’re going. Nothing gives you more joy in the world than chocolate pudding. Not even mom and dad. Peas, pomegranate …
