A sunny moment

Because sometimes I just want to remember days like these, when we’re sitting at home doing notalot with his toys on the floor, me trying not to keep looking at my phone by default, bemoaning the fact that January is so bloody dark. Then the sun pops out, I scoop him up and decide it’s just the right time to try out a swing.

The sunshine on his face, the belly laughter and utter glee in his eyes made my week. Continue reading “A sunny moment”

A sunny moment

First Christmas / Eight Months


It’s 2am and I can’t sleep. The little bear is back in our room after a week long cold that’s led me to watch over him like some kind of mama hawk in case he coughs his tiny guts up and gags yet again. December seemed to be full of poorliness.

Christmas has been and gone, as has 2014. The big day itself was a lovely whirlwind of wrapping paper and obligatory over-indulgence; smoked salmon for breakfast, delicious bourbon cocktails for bedtime and Evie and Sammy enjoying hundreds of gifts in between (thousands might be more accurate). He’d been awake much of the night, turning the whole day a little fuzzy, but it didn’t matter. Aside from a walk to the river and back to trial Evie’s new scooter, we weren’t going anywhere. It was a good call to stay at my parent’s house rather than at home as originally planned. Continue reading “First Christmas / Eight Months”

First Christmas / Eight Months