“Oh Jo, your hair! Your beautiful hair.” — Lowering the mirror, my son looked up at me. “I not Jo. I Zaza! That’s Sashie-Bashie, he’s my brother.” We had been…
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Twins
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Oh, my little girls. You are fifteen months old. You are sunshine and moonlight, brilliant in your own beautiful, individual ways – but so different. You, my Embla, firstborn daughter,…
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Today you turned three. We had one of those magical days that are made all the more special by not doing much of anything at all, by taking the day…
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Sometimes, the cosy stay-indoors days are the best. Some days, it’s ok to just say no, I’ve done enough for this week, to pull a duvet day, to pull the…
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You may recall that when I accidentally dressed Kirsty and Josephine-dog in matchy sweaters for a local art festival, she refused to stand near the dog for almost the entire…