The social evolution of acceptable behaviour never ceases to amaze me.
Today, sitting on the train, minding my own business, catching up on emails
jane blackmore
Defining limitations…..
Today tasted like chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and raspberry juice squirted on the top. When BB had her operation and was fastened into cast for three long months part of my world turned grey. I could only see what she couldn’t do, I saw water that she couldn’t swim in, I saw parks she couldn’t play in, I saw a life defined by her limitations and it broke my heart ever so slightly.
I’m the Daddy
Bedtime took a different shape this evening. He who helped create them and twin girl were out taking my sister in law to the airport which left myself, spica bound BB and Twin Boy.
Hip Dysplasia: Living the life in spica…..
My smallest child never ceases to amaze me; less than four weeks ago I clung to the side of her hospital cot with eyes that itched with tears watching my pale little girl undergoe a blood transfusion to slow her pounding heart rate after she underwent major surgery to correct her hip dysplasia. Less than four weeks I lay on my sofa bed beside her cot with my eyes wide open wondering about how she
saying goodbye to dental floss knickers…
It was my five year wedding anniversary recently. I know instantly this raises the question of how do I have two six year olds?
I feel duty bound to confess that I was guilty of biting the apple of seduction before I ensnared he who helped create them into making me his lawful wife.