On her second snow day… Neil: It’s a blizzard. Isla: I don’t see a lizard. It’s snow, Daddy. On love… Isla: I love you, Mumma. Don’t ever change. Me: *just over here on the floor* On snacks… Isla was picking through a bag of gum-drops after lunch. ‘Hmm. I think Nana ate all the good ones.’ On her mother’s artistic abilities… Me: It’s a butterfly. Isla: It’s a heart with a line in it. Me: Well, you and me went…
‘Is this some kind of cross-over show?’ I was watching Paw Patrol and thought I saw Nella from Nella the Princess Knight. ‘No, Nella has a pink dress. That’s a blue dress,’ said Isla. Oh, of course. And so begins Snow Day #2 in the Frosty North. School is closed, Neil can’t drive out of the driveway to get to the shops. He shovelled for half an hour before school called off. We had to replace our snow-tires last year,…
On Sunday night, Neil and I clinked paper cups over burgers in Edinburgh. ‘Happy weird-ass date night,’ I said. We were doing some first-minute Christmas shopping before picking up my Mom at the airport the next morning. I was running on nerves and chocolate after the six hour drive off the mountain. We had an hour to shop, but I can’t shop hangry. So, make that 40 minutes to shop. At toy stores. And a craft store. Isla’s Christmas list…
One of my/our favorite days of THE TRIP was visiting the butterflies and penguins (and other creatures) at Long Island Aquarium. Neil and I went years ago and we’d been looking forward to taking Isla (even before she was Isla). I honestly don’t know who was more excited. Here are some photos from our day there. With a caption contest for the last one! And the priceless moment we actually paid 20 bucks for: Yes, that is…
Hello! Picture it: A relaxed but working writer on her laptop in a coffeeshop. Sipping coffee and eating a complicated but delicious sandwich. Inspired by the coffee shop music of various conversations punctuated by random laughter and maybe some tears. Inspired by her coffee and her complicated but delicious sandwich. Setting the scene out the window. Or at the next table. Happily caffeinated and writing words. That writer WAS NOT me. I know I said I’d be blogging throughout the…
