leaps and bounds

April 25, 2007

Every now and then I wake up and find that Beatrice has learned a whole new repertoire of skills overnight. On Monday her Language Production Unit suddenly activated, and she began making sounds that really sounded like language – ba ba ba, ma ma ma. The same day she discovered that she could move around [...]

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photos!!

April 20, 2007

I finally kicked myself in the butt and got some more photos sorted and uploaded. Two months worth, in fact! Here they are:

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attack of the moop, part 2

April 20, 2007

So, in an effort to understand and generally poke fun at my foul mood, I will outline here all the things that get under my skin. Feel free to skip over this post; it’s mostly venting for my mental health. 1. We’re Killing The Earth With Oil-Burning Mammoths and I Got Blisters From the Push [...]

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oh dear, it’s a cat hat

April 13, 2007

heheheeee…..

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radio jump-start

April 12, 2007

I have taken the jumper cables out of the trunk of my brain this week, and applied them to my battery. It was time for a mental boost. This boost has taken the form of CBC radio one. Yes, the radio. Seems simple, doesn’t it? Archaic, even. But the radio has solved two problems in [...]

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out of the darkness…

April 11, 2007

I just wanted to write a quick update to say that I’m not feeling quite as dark as I was when I wrote my last post. Want to know what worked? I dressed up in my black hoodie and went down to my favourite cafe by myself. I drank a latte and people-watched and wrote [...]

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newsletter-style

April 7, 2007

So I had a wonderful, clever and witty post all written, and then Tom and Beatrice returned home and I walked away from the computer without clicking save. Big mistake. These days I feel a lot like Sisyphus. Just when you think you’ve got the rock to the top of the hill it rolls back [...]

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april fools

April 1, 2007

Seven years ago today I found myself at a party, wide eyed and wearing ridiculous pink pajama pants. Or rather, I had lost myself and was in the process of searching for all my little tiny pieces amidst the lego men and googly-eyed puppets strewn about on the floor. I was nineteen. At that party [...]

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