AboutFrom little things, big things grow...
It’s quite scary in this day and age that a plane can just disappear mid flight. Really hoping it’s just a glitch and all the passengers and crew show up fine….
Eighteen months. Seems like I’ve known him forever yet he’s only been here a year and a half? And my life without him seems like both a blink and an eternity ago.
Sweet little boy, still looks like a baby sleeping, but chatter chatter chatter and after his forth haircut today looks and sounds like a spunky handsome little child.
We were talking about old vs new when it comes to home / decorating style; I mentioned that I leaned towards old but didn’t mind using old as features in a more modern setting. Today I visited a mother’s group friend, who lives in a 100+ year old log cottage, and oh my! It’d be a pain live in, but my oh my, I do prefer old. Well worn treads on wooden staircases, a particularly shiny spot on a oft touched timber door frame… So much character and so many stories in that little home in the hills.
Old. Definitely prefer old.
At first I thought the neighbours were using a nail gun for some renovations, but have since realised they are blowing up and popping balloons.
Being a working parent (regardless of whether it’s part time or full time) requires some degree of scramble. I currently work two days a week, and as it stands (six months after returning), most of my scramble is at work. Self imposed hoops to jump through to maintain a professional presence, jamming as much as I can into my eight hour day. As an aside, I really can’t picture work/life balance as a set of scales - more of a messy juggling act trying to keep all the balls in the air, sometimes succeeding and other times failing miserably.
So it really puts a big dent my working week when a fire drill is called and unexpectedly steals an hour and half of my day.
The day when your toddler can operate the rubbish bin. It’s arrived.
He got it right at first try - took a dirty tissue over, opened it, deposited the tissue, and closed it. Unfortunately the process was then repeated again with his drink bottle and a couple of hours later, one of his favourite toys.