even though some gave us weeks...
This Indo-German romance hits 10 years!
Celebrating despite the pain
Why I will always cherish the 24th of July, no matter what...
Camping at Fehmarn
Camping reconnected me to some important lessons that needed revisitng...
Life after lockdown
I can finally work in peace, I don't have to take a million toddler-dictated breaks from a meeting and don't need to cook food for eight meals a day!! Yet I feel mixed emotions..
My love-hate relationship with food
My tastebuds were doing the samba on a regular basis. Not to mention my tummy doing dutiful morning flip-flops. Funnily enough my early relationship with food was horrendous. I vowed my son's would be different..
Of two year olds and unicorn mums…
We have our moments when it's gladiator versus wild beast. But we also have unbelievably precious moments I wouldn't trade for anything in the universe.
Nap-trapped on Christmas morning!
My toddler firmly took the madness of today into his grubby, pudgy, yogurt smeared hands. Did I mention his fingers made it into his ears?
Forever now
I remind myself to drink in his sweet baby breath when he's having a meltdown in a public space and all I want to do in run home and hide.
Oh my sleeping child…
The inexplicable feeling of flying High in the sky, high on love With sleeping babe in my arms Oh the bliss of those few quiet moments.... Deafening. Priceless.
I had an uninvited guest at breakfast
..my morning muse on grief..
