Since I was little I’ve collected long words. I love their sounds and shapes and meanings. My first beloved was vermillion, the vivid scarlet pigment, and aged nine I used it all the time. At school I was the language-geek who quizzed my teachers about language.
He’s finally drifting off to sleep. Tummy full of milk, busy little hands fidgeting into stillness. Sleepy mumbles that sound almost like waking.
Sleep is a precious resource for parents, and one that is often in short supply! Here are a few of my gentle suggestions for self-care for the sleep deprived.
I’m not usually one for resolutions. But for 2018 I decided to focus on a single word, a mantra for 2018. Given how much constant motion and change is just around the corner for me, the word that immediately occurred to me was flux.
Birth rarely goes to according to plan, and mine was no exception. But three months on I am extremely grateful for my “unnatural” birth
Eight weeks of newborn wrangling, and so far so good. The baby is slumbering peacefully (but for how long?) and I feel like telling stories again