“Oh … bovver” is Sophie’s latest plaintive lament when such lament is appropriate.
MGW and I have moved beyond plaintive laments. Time for this baby to pop out. Josie was born on her due date; Sophie was born on the 8th day after her due date. We’re at due day + 3 and powerless, clueless but [...]
Sophie woke at 4.15 and sat up in bed with a huge grin on her face refusing to go back to sleep …
My brother Pete was visiting the day Granny and Grandpa took the girls to see Peter Rabbit. We got the full story played back on their return, then:
Josie: Hey! Peter! I want to tell you something. Your name’s the same as Peter Rabbit’s!
Peter: That’s right Josie.
Michelle: And Jo, what’s Daddy’s other brother’s name?
Josie: Ummm …
Michelle: [...]
One week in The Wild. No mobile reception, no interweb. Just perfect.
Yes, it’s another blog about treehouses …
We went out for lunch today and to start Sophie had two giant-sized capuccinos and two berry smoothies poured over her head when she bumped the waitress’s tray. Miraculously she’s not burned - just a slight redness on forehead and thigh. Perhaps a smoothie landed first. She spent the rest of the day looking like [...]
I am an exceptionally poor poker player …
We invested in a waffle iron this weekend …
We thought we were going to end up back in hospital on Wednesday, but hung in there …
Sophie has her first proper cold and is suffering horribly. She’s two, so she’s not suffering alone: while I was testing what is apparently empirically the best possible bed in all of hoteldom, Michelle was sleeping (in the loosest possible sense) on the floor next to Sophie’s bed.
We have discovered that anti-histamine nose-drying medicines [...]