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Ear Ache
Turbulence hits, the seatbelt sign lights up. My daughter leans her head on my lap and I loosen her seatbelt for her – a meaningless gesture of comfort in a very uncomfortable situation. The night before, I lay in bed fretting over a 2-hour flight with a feverish kid. And so here we are. Our…
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And the Words; They Just Come Out of my Mouth
When Lila was 5 months old I’d go: “Can you say Mommy? Say Mommy…”“Wow, you really like your vegetables, don’t you?”“Can you turn over? Try to turn over…”“Ah, you’re awake! Coucou!”“Look at all that saliva, you must be teething!”“Time to change your diaper…”“Goodnight.” Now that Lila is 2.5 years old I say: “I’m not deaf.…
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2012
The year is hardly a month in and already it has been harsh – we celebrated the New Year with paracetamol and pajamas as we came down with the flu. What the hell, 2012? We’ve barely started and already we’re enemies? I’m thinking back on 2011. The year started in Saudi Arabia and ended in…
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One Angry Egg
I am one angry egg. It’s been almost two months that I’ve been waiting for our visa to come through. I know I should think about Jul who is having a rough time as well, but in my head, I can’t help wishing that the situation be reversed. I can’t take any more 24/7 baby…
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Good Nights, Bad Nights
There are good nights, and there are bad nights. Just as there are good days and bad days. But the nights – the bad nights – are the worst. Tonight, for example, is a bad night. These days, Lila won’t sleep if she doesn’t see me next to her crib. To achieve this, she forces…
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Saturday Night Fevers, Teethers
Julien is sick with a stomach bug, fever and chills. He’s currently wrapped up in our thickest comforter and moaning about the loss of his long-awaited weekend. Lila is teething. At least, we suspect she is teething. (We want to look at her gums, but each time we open her mouth she sticks out her…
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4 Months
Almost four months. Christmas lights installed and then put away, train rides from the north to south, snow and rain and sun and wind. Time passes, you grow, we live. Nights growing longer and sleep getting deeper, smiles in the bathtub, cries and tantrums, books being read. Emergency room trips and bandages and tears. Us…