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great expectations

  Today was the day I was going to get stuff done. Tilly was at preschool, I had a list, I was all over it.  It's like I've never had an eight month old. Who has just learnt to crawl. Who managed to crawl across the kitchen in a second […]

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the hard questions

I think of myself as fairly thoughtful.  I've been lucky enough to do quite a bit of study and although I'm suffering blackout levels of short term memory loss at present (remind me what my name is?), generally I can figure stuff out. Come up with an answer. Frequently glib […]

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curious

Good, unrestrained, imaginative curiosity is probably the trait I cherish most in my small people.    I love bugs in the bug catcher and escapee snails on the stairs.  I love the little finger in the cocoa powder and the little hands which will only be satisfied playing the entire […]

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three months

Three short months with us, out here.  What did we ever do without her? What did they do without her? Three months ago I didn't know every inch of her wee face and how soft her fuzzy head feels  and how strong and bonny she would be.  Three short months […]

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imperfect

Kate has got me thinking, with her celebratory week of imperfections.  It's the strangest thing sometimes, blogging. Because we tend to macro focus on the marvellous and edit out the imperfect. This isn't because I'm pretending my life is perfect, for heavens sake, my sisters both read this blog! How […]

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Looking good, Vern. (Or not).

So I MAY have forgotten that the community nurse was coming to our house this morning to check out Ivy. Now I know she's not 'community services' and she's not actually technically judging me in terms of my competence, but I really didn't do myself any favours.  Bit of a […]

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fine for YOU to laugh

Henry: (To me, while in the car, Adam driving.) How did the baby get in your tummy? Me: *cough* Really? We're having that conversation? Henry: (steely-eyed) But how? Me: Daddy put it there.  Henry: Daddy, how did you do that? Adam: (straight-faced) Mummies and daddies have special cuddles and that's […]

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Mother guilt

Here's one for you: Why are mother's so good at guilt? Does it fall to us naturally to feel like we're never quite cutting it or is it a twenty-first century working-mother specialty? I wonder. I am so bloody excellent at it. Guilty of letting my children watch TV. Guilty of raising […]

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