How many mothers with CP (some would call ourselves spaz hands) does it take to rip jelly blocks and then remove the set jelly from jelly molds? One. And today, that one is me. And this is what it looks like when your kid insists on having that jelly with cheese crackers. Notice how the jelly looks like butterflies? Yeah, me neither.…
And so, I don’t have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there’s also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don’t work. But there’s crayons. Because there’s a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the year makes you think. Mostly about what you’ve done with the other 364 days. There’s been a lot of clapping. And crying. And laughing. And…
In an attempt to revamp/reramp this blog, I’ll be participating in Writing 101. Hello! This is my 20 minute free-write. Honest. Isla is down for her afternoon power-nap. So I thought I’d write. 9 months ago, I thought I’d use her naps to write more often. In truth, she naps and I wait for her to wake up. Or I look at her. I look at her and wait for her to wake up. There is a lot of looking…
Imagine, if you will, a time when you wore something other than sweatpants. You went to meetings, you had a ‘phone voice’, you had ‘Things To Do’ on a list. On your desk. A desk that wasn’t in your house. You may have even had a boss. A boss who had more than one tooth. And now, Fridays aren’t the same. The closest thing you have to meetings is cake time with other mothers. There is a lot of cake.…
Dear Isla, You are six months and a bit. You are my Monkey, my Strumpet, My Favourite Baby. The first time I held you, I told you you’d been here before. And there’s an old soul shining out of your bright blue-grey-silver eyes. On a somewhat related note, I’m sorry for thinking that milk-blister made you look like a tiny version of Nanny McPhee for your first few days. I take it back. And I promise that wasn’t the reason…
