Motherhood!!


I love mothering my dear little Eowyn and Cosette. I think I must be the most privileged person in the world to be family with dear Bens, Eowyn and Cosette!!!! I'm so enjoying getting back into our routines and rituals, spending time with each of them, teaching Coco to ride a bike and Eowyn to do really difficult jigsaw puzzles! They are adorable. I am very proud to annouce that
1) COCO IS POTTY TRAINED
2) I AM OFFICIALLY AN IRISH CITIZEN!!

The sand in this picture we brought all the way from North Carolina. Would you believe, Seattle doesn't have real sand?! In sand-pits at children's playgrounds, the poor little darlings build sand-castles made of gritty gravel. And what's more, they don't even realise there exists a lovely, soft, delightful substance which feels like heaven underfoot, because the word 'sand' is already accounted for. Another word which has an entirely different meaning here than my understanding of it is 'summer'...

Comments

gretta at lothlorien said…
Well done on the potty, Irish and clean sand fronts.
Wed Aug 30, 06:38:00 pm AEST
sam becca zach and martha said…
that sand looks delicious.

top of the morning to you fellow irish citizen! i've never even been to the republic!!
Fri Sept 01, 09:47:00 pm AEST
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