** sorry, you may have to click on these to actually read the captions, as I'm not technically capable enough to know how to make them any bigger
You know, no baby book, no parenting story, no advice from friends could EVER have prepared me for how hard this bit is.
Two and a half.
A few months ago I scoffed at the idea of Terrible Twos ... maybe we've missed it, I thought.
It was coming alright.
On the one hand with the increasing vocab comes increasing cuteness and wonder, but also raising its ugly head is the delightful spectre of...
And just plain pushing (mostly occurs when the prospect of a nappy change arises).
Lordy, I hope to make it through this phase in one piece.
On a far more zen note, I am reading a truly sensational book. A book that I can feel creeping into my heart and mind with every page, a book that is changing my life sentence by sentence. It is called Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.
And I am in love with it.
I want to greedily consume every word right now, but I also don't want it to end.
Essentially it is about one woman's search to 'find herself' after a messy break-up, a divorce etc. She takes a year out and heads to Italy, India and Indonesia.
A friend lent me this book and its words are leaping off the page and into my soul.
Eloquent, beautiful, life changing.