Tag Archives: growing up

Day #344 A rainy metaphor

If this photo isn’t a metaphor for childhood, I don’t know what is. Just look at him, all bundled up cozy and warm and dry in his little bubble of innocence and love, safe and protected from the miserable outside world, and yet curious about what lies beyond at the same time, poking at the raindrops…

Day #308 Moving up

Last week my son moved up from the Junior to Senior Montessori classroom. These spiders for Halloween were among some of the last art projects he did before the move. I am endlessly fascinated by 1) how the teachers manage to get the toddlers to do such neat work and 2) how his hands are…

Day #288 Bubbles

There’s too much going on, too much to do, too much work and generally not enough sleep. So instead of a proper post,  I dug out an older video I forgot to post on my Facebook back in September when I first filmed it. It was a relatively cold yet clear day and Nana brought…

Day #283 Birthdays

When our son was born I looked up at my husband and said “happy belated birthday, dear. I got you a baby.” I mean, let’s be honest – I had a lot on my mind that year and didn’t quite get around to organising a proper birthday present. With only days apart, mid-October is therefore…

Day #269 When did that happen?

“When did his feet get so big?” I asked The Mister today when we were out shopping for wellies. His first pair of wellies! I kept thinking to myself. “I dunno. I mean, we keep feeding him, and he keeps growing. Maybe that’s our problem?” What stunned me today is that when I zeroed in on…

Day #267 Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve: thankless parenting choices

SCENARIO A: This morning should have gone something like this: get up at the usual time and stumble through my morning routine come back into the bedroom to help get toddler dressed, ready for creche, and out the door with daddy finish getting dressed for work in peace and quiet. The end result would have been:…

Day #247 The inescapable passage of time

“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” ~ Albert Einstein Almost everyone knows the famous quotation from Albert Einsten about the relativity of time. Parenting has its own peculiar relativity…

Day #200 Ch-ch-ch-changes

I can’t get enough of watching my husband and my son from behind, walking hand in hand. If they’re walking, I marvel at the fact that these are both mine. My boys. If Hawkeye is running after daddy, then he is still running with that awkward, uneven (and so adorable) toddler gait with his arms…