It is raining today: raining with a vehemence and persistence that would look totally unrealistic on a film set (kind of 'Seven' levels of precipitation). I don't think the ficus is enjoying its outdoor shower-bath as much today; it probably thinks I am running it under the cold tap. This is all our fault. DD was called in for a speech therapy ( Read more... )

There comes a time when your darling baby becomes their own person. DD has been flirting with this for a while now. Tonight, after her bath, she amused herself by poking her father in the eye. After remonstration failed to produce anything other than repeated, if more carefully thought out, poking, I turned her to face me and told her that that was ( Read more... )

We took DD through sheeting rain and tempest to speech therapy yesterday. She was quite intrigued and pleased to be going to a new doctor (she has a sincere interest in medicine). It was pretty good fun. There were songs, games and toys - WooHoo! as Homer would say. Rowan was the most verbal there but a lot of the other kids were quite happy to ( Read more... )

DD, in very thoughtful tone of voice ... 'When night-time turn into daytime, then i go creche?' How to say, 'can I go to playgroup tomorrow morning?' when you don't have a grasp of temporal terminology. Mr Wol gave me happy look full of a scientist's delight at observing development in progress. She'd thought hard about how to say what she wanted ( Read more... )

Some good things have resolved today ( Read more... )