Bad mother

Right. We have reached a new low in this house. I am sitting here endeavouring to get some work done and Katherine is playing fetch. Really. I throw the tennis ball out into the hall and she brings it back. Her retrieve is pretty good. She can even beat two of the dogs consistently. The…

Contagious habits.

Katherine and I have recently embarked (successfully) on that unholy voyage of mother and daughter in which the former teaches the latter about the proper use of the lavatory and the former devises every excuse in the book for maintaining the status quo (diapers). We’re almost to the end now, but there was one particular…

Rather sweet (and uncannily accurate)

Katherine drew a picture today. She crumpled it up inside another piece of paper and brought it to me, telling me that it was a present. I opened it and found this: “This” is a picture of John (the pink blob, with black legs), at work, thinking about home. The squiggles to the right of…

Dawning realisation

We are blessed with a child who sleeps through the night and always has done. Even in utero, Katherine understood the concept of “night” and “sleep” and how they should go together. When she was a wee thing, she’d sleep about seven hours straight at night and still go down for a couple of naps…

That’s my kid: a Katherine update

For Christmas, Katherine has asked for the following: a candy cane a new quilt for her bed made with fabrics that mommy paints a new pair of slippers (she wants me to knit them for her) ice skates tinkertoys play dough some new books a new train (specifically Gordon’s express coaches) We really must be…