And so, after painting all the pictures and doing all the puzzles, Isla and I went out. We’ve paved around the house so we can have races and stuff, so there’s that. But we live on a hill. ‘Go over the stones and roll down the hill with me, Mummy.’ ‘I can’t, baby. I wouldn’t get back up.’ ‘Please, Mummy. Just try.’ Which is what we ask her to do. So, I tried. And my heart broke a little. Because…
If we were having coffee, we’d be hiding in the kitchen while Isla counts the balls in her ball pit and Neil plays the shit out of Isla’s toy guitar. You’d be convincing me that I can write a mystery on a wharf including a dog collar for NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge. While I do feel better about this assignment than the Short Story Challenge, it would seem that the only story elements I can work with these days…
My best friend from Uni has been staying with us for the week. She thinks she’s a physiotherapist, but she’s actually an artist. This mural appeared on Isla’s wall in two and a half days. Acrylic, emulsion, and magic. And Isla loves it. Of course. Emma doesn’t have a website yet. But I’ve decided she totally should. So that’s pending. Isla says thank you, Auntie Em!…
I’m writing to explain why I did not submit my story for your esteemed competition. It’s because I suck. And because I have a toddler. And because the story has only one line. ‘Whose idea was this?’ Well, mine. And I was very excited about it. Until the week I had to write the story was the one week my husband had to work in his city office. Which meant he wasn’t here to ply me with White Russians until…
And so. Happy 18 months to my sweet, funny, already-geeky girl, Isla Madelyn. This afternoon, I found myself sitting with a bag of ice on my foot. The kid throws a mean sippy-cup. And then she came up and stole a piece of ice for her teeth. Sharing is caring. Here she is inspecting some of her Christmas haul. Complete with Christmas penguin deely-boopers. And here she is decorating her Daddy’s beard. Hope you’ve all had a great few days,…
