This week has been a strange old week. The Baby turned One, I came to the realisation that the anxiety I have been experiencing is actually a little out of the realms of ‘normal’ (crying in the super-market car-park after shopping for picnic food the night before The Baby’s party, out of a) sheer relief that no-one knifed/kidnapped/attacked me, and b) shame that as a 32 year old woman I… Continue reading
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The Baby has this look. It is a look that says a lot of things, but ultimately it says ‘I Really Don’t Care What You Say’. It is a look of complete and utter defiance. Never before have I seen such resolution and stubbornness in one look. And in a baby.
When she does The Look, it is quite difficult to believe that this time last year I was… Continue reading