Ten points, Ma!

Thanks for the encouragement today Mum; I really needed it.

I know you'd be sitting back at home now, marvelling at your ability to really tell me what-for. You'd be beating your chest and very likely ranting to Dad about how I only got upset because "it was the truth".

Well, you can sound the loser buzzer, Ma. That is not why I walked out. Yes, it most definitely was the truth (but I know it all already). I was hurt because you are my mother and I believe your primary role in life is to support me and back me up when I struggle. At those things, I'm sorry to say, you just failed.

Happy Father's Day

For tomorrow, Fathership, I wish you a happy day, year, and of course, life. With us!

Thank you for being a wonderfully kind, fun, loving and dedicated man. We are lucky - and I was most impressively clever to choose you to procreate with.

We love you.

Oh how I love her

I am just consumed.

As I hold her sleeping form against my chest, I am overwhelmed with the need to protect her. I squeeze her in to me, as tightly as I dare without waking her. I look to the future and hope, wish, pray that she will confide in me and allow me to continue my protection.

She is a comical soul and has the warmest brown eyes; so unlike my own very pale blue. I could just look at her all day long and sometimes, I do. Did I ever expect to love like this? Could I have known my heart would swell so much it's barely contained within my chest? The fatigue, the stress, the worry... it's nothing really, not when I have her.

Ahh, I'd like to stop the clock, just for a short while. I'm not ready for her to change quite yet. I love the tenacity she displays trying to walk a little before she's really ready. I'm in awe of the physical strength her perfect body displays. I delight in the adoration she has for her boisterous big brother; he's too young yet to know the magnitude of this bond.

How on earth did I get something so right?

Just when you thought boring old cheesecake was your fave dessert...

Along comes...

...drumroll please...

Mmm mmm, order me a boxful!

My mother

She has a real fucking knack of making me feel a million bucks.

Not.

A terror but still mighty cute

H1 was watching the Olympic high diving just now and as the two girls backed up to the end of the board, he leaned forward with real urgency and said "Be careful!"

Too sweet and really, such grown up advice from a boy not yet three.

Understatement of the Day

"He really is a terror."

(Fathership, in reference to H1.)

I'd had a whole bunch of other nouns circling 'round my head.