My knowledge of squids pales in comparison to my 4 year-old son’s. He is quite right in pointing out the tentacles are far too long and squiggly and I’ve drawn the arrowey tail all wrong. I am one up on him in the self-regulation stakes though, not having a complete melt-down that I can’t rub … Continue reading Day 43: Colossal
At the moment a lot of my time is spent looking after things picked up off the ground, consoling children who can’t hold all the fallen leaves in their too-small hands, designating places for giant sticks (outside), pieces of gravel (pockets), and sea glass (we could make a bag out of my jersey, but we’re … Continue reading Day 42: Treasure I’ve been trusted with
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, after two years of nothing but exhausting, rough, aggressive, tear-inducing love, I looked up to see this moment between these two on the couch. My heart almost floated right out of my skin.
Filled with a rush of love for that straight-backed, sideways look of concentration when they drink, I had to capture this moment at the pub the other day.
The other night Elliott refused to stay in bed at bedtime, and I had no energy left in me to be the consistent parent, so he curled up on the couch under a blanket and happily drifted off to sleep. There are worse things I could do.
Summer is the perfect time for insect examination. We have our big magnifying glass always at the ready, and the boys are mastering the art of the patient finger, enjoying the tickle of tiny legs on tiny hands.
I’ll honestly find an egg in this guy’s hair one day.
On seeing this drawing Otis immediately concluded it was of him, and spotted the obvious flaw at once. “Where are all my weapons? I have no harpoon or pistol or cannon.” I obviously know nothing about pirates.
