Long, long ago, when I had two-under-two, I wondered if my girls would ever be friends. At twenty months, my eldest was little more than a baby herself when her small sister was born, and she was understandably confused. I remember a work colleague who'd had a second child around the same time talking about ...
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You Girls
You two. So different and so the same. Nature and nurture at play. One serious and dramatic and soft, the other quirky and dramatic and wise. Both of you in love with drawing and made-up-dancing and princesses and mermaids. One obsessed with flowers and seeds and reading, the other obsessed with order and tidiness and My ...
Miss-match
Not so bad after all
A Christmas reunion
the pink champagne gathering
It's 9pm on a beautiful June evening and I'm typing this post sitting in my garden, drinking a cold beer (this doesn't have a huge amount to do with the post but I am unlikely to experience this again, so I'm noting it for the record). Last weekend we had Father's Day, and this weekend in our house we have ...