Following my post You couldn’t make it up, I came across the perfect sale section while I was out shopping. So my daughter is now the proud owner of her very own “make up” The Tinkerbell compact contains a pop up hairbrush, and a mirror. The star is a vanilla lip balm, and the “blend […]
My daughter’s desire for independence has surged over the past few weeks. Suddenly she wants to dress herself (and gets frustrated if I dare to so much as set foot in the same room as her while she’s putting her socks on, in case I try to help!). She’s more interested in the things I’m […]
We’re camping with friends this weekend, so don’t expect many updates. In the meantime, please enjoy this haiku I’ve penned which sums up our experience so far. Camping in garden Children refusing to sleep Where’s the bastard gin?! Two out of the three are finally sleeping, and I’m pretty sure the dogs are too. Of […]
My daughter asked me last night why she doesn’t have any make up. I said that make up was something that you use when you’re older. She said she is three now and not a baby any more and so she wants to wear make up. I asked her if I was wearing make up. […]
I’m so glad for you Her firm and feral friends You bring her what I cannot Mischief and dry pasta
“What’s that mummy?” “A tampon” “Can I stick a tampon up my bottom too?” A teachable moment Plenty of opportunities for discussion and questions Endless questions Questions I promised myself I’d answer patiently Moments I swore I would embrace Today I settle for “No my darling, you can’t.”
Sometimes I eat with my fork, mummy. I will do my wees on the toilet when I’m bigger. Look, I can wipe my hands on my own trousers. I love you very many, mummy. These are the things she tells me. I tell her, I love you very many too.
You taught me how to love you And I learned to love myself Your touch burned and left me branded With a confidence, a lightness, a depth I thought I was afraid of you But I am only afraid of myself I love you And it scares me
My cookware is all wrong. Nothing matches. Hand me downs and cast offs. All my dishes too big. So when I make lasagne, I snap the angular sheets into a round dish. Shards badly pieced together to form a layer, gappy and cracked. Broken and delicious.
My daughter and I decorated a photo frame together. She told me when it was my turn to colour and what pens to use. Then she stuck on sparkly gems. When I asked her if she’d like to choose a photo for her frame, she asked for one of her and daddy. So together we […]
Unconditional Unschooling 