If we were having coffee, I’d tell you it’s like October here today, but the sun’s trying to come out. Neil and Isla have gone to the shops, and I’m here on coffee and ready to share. Settle in. We went to a pop-up market in town this week and spent too much on mojito fudge that didn’t actually have mojito in it, I was disappointed. This is an actual mojito fudge recipe. I probably won’t try it myself, but…
I’ve spent most of the weekend in Starwars yoga pants and a green Team Awesome t-shirt. Popcorn was consumed in vast quantities. Last weekend we set Isla up in a ‘big kid bed’ which matches ‘big kid school’. This is a good thing. Bed time stories happen in her room now. She falls asleep in her room now. I miss her. But we don’t have to share the popcorn any more and TV habits have changed from Postman Pat to…
The last time the fam and I went to NY, Isla turned six months old on the trip. One of my ‘things’ has been to push for plan another trip before she goes to ‘big school’ in August. Well. We tried to get the two weeks before school starts, but that didn’t happen. And so. Missing her first week of big school to hang out with her Nana and ‘Mumma’s people’ who don’t actually live on the phone and the…
I didn’t finish reading any books this week. However. I started three new ones from the various stacks that let us share the house with them. Another Day in the Death of America – This is wrenching. But I can’t stop reading it. Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine – This is also wrenching, but in a different way. And I’m guessing she’s not completely fine. Saga, Volume 2 – Thanks to my book group by mail, I am slightly obsessed…
Gin & Lemonade is a disability lifestyle and parenting blog, sharing my adventures fighting ableism, promoting accessibility, and picking up all the toys in my house. I’m Lorna, and I started this blog in 2010, after moving to Edinburgh. More recently, after experimenting with country living for 4 years, the family and I are back in Edinburgh. I’ve always written about my life as a disabled person. And now I write about what it’s like to be a disabled mother.…
