1. Kitchen windowsill: soy sauce bottle from Tokyo, succulent, gooseberry, hand-soap 2. Wispy curls. I forgot to write in my letter that when you get sick and you’re breastfeeding and then [...]
What a lovely surprise to discover someone out there nominated Che & Fidel for Apartment Therapy’s Best Family Blog award. If you like, and you have a spare few minutes, you can pop [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: B5! Getting creative with cardboard, the best kind of toy. Poet: Broccoli! She loves her food (a complete [...]
So it turns out that Poet has taken a total of three daytime sleeps in the cot. Which is absolutely fine because it means I’ve had a big, vacant space for all her clothes. Yep, see that [...]
Every Thursday morning I teach a Mums and Bubs yoga class. Every Thursday morning I talk to women who are deep in the blurry space that is new motherhood. They talk about sleepless nights, lack [...]
I was making dinner the other night when Che asked if he could go for a walk. Daniel promptly grabbed his camera and they went exploring down a well-known trail in the woods near our house. [...]
I read this memo last week at Che’s Montessori school. If ever there were a good parenting article, this is it. Since I first read it I’ve thought daily about the way Daniel and I are [...]
No, I’m not giving Poet away (although she does look rather endearing in her vintage romper and striped bow, doesn’t she?!). Dragonfly Toys have offered to give away one of their [...]
…we wandered up to the local school where, miraculously, Che transformed into a sweet little skeleton and Daniel stole the bike. Poet watched happily from her little red caboose and I [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Waiting for his swimming teacher. He’s got the most relaxed legs in the pool, hence he often sinks. Poet: Her [...]
We’re in the throes of moving the entire house around. It feels like we’re moving house – without the boxes and without the truck. There’s just a whole lot of junk [...]
