Hallowe’en and teething has arrived at our house. Isla is just over 4 months. For her current trick, she grabs both her cheeks a la The Scream. Makes me laugh and cry all at once. Neil/Daddy carved a penguin for the monkey/pumpkin. It looked like this: We like books and penguins. And Penguin Books. We carved because we love. And this is Isla: She was thoroughly impressed with her outfit. Honest.…
Welcome to a new blogging series/thing/just because I miss you people where I share snippits of life that happens between feeding Isla and well, feeding Isla. I should preface this one by mentioning that the only people who call our house phone are my parents, my husband-when-he-isn’t-in-the-house, and those annoying recordings-trying-to-sell-double-glazing-to-people-who-rent. And so, this morning, I get a call on the house phone. From my not-so-old midwife. About a baby group. I may have ended the call with ‘Iloveyou, thanks.’…
I must be feeling better. Started reading again, in between not entirely impolite requests for boob juice. For our anniversary, Neil got me a subscription to The Willoughby Book Club. I do believe he wrote and told them ‘my wife enjoys books that include gin and dysfunctional families.’ Bam! Kudos to the company for sending me a book I don’t already own and for sending Isla a story book! What are you reading these days?…
