To celebrate Fathers’ Day, I bought old school watches from TotallyHotStuff for everyone! Remember when we were young and nearly everyone will have the same old school style watch with stopwatch function and alarm. My angels are loving it! Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti … So, that Sunday, The Angel told me that she wasn’t attending church as it was [...]
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The Other Angel was left alone to sit on the toilet bowl (as always) because she said she wanted to do a em-em (poo) and suffered a fall. A clatter brought the alternative dad to the toilet to find her sprawled on the floor and attempting to stand while hollering away. A big bruise on [...]
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Has anyone every asked your child what she would like to be when she grows up? My Angel has gone from being a fighter jet pilot to becoming a teacher, a doctor and now, an engineer. Yesterday, she had a really interesting conversation with a lovely friend of mine. AA : What would you like [...]
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Bedtime is a breeze with the Other Angel who truly values sleep and is trained to : 1) fall asleep on her own without the need of a soother or pacifier of any sort, and that includes patting, swinging or dancing. Basically, I put her down to her cot and she will go to sleep [...]
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One night, just before going to bed, the Angel told me. “You are always busy; busy cooking, washing, feeding, packing. You have no time for fun things.” All said in a cool, calm but definitely disappointed voice. I guess it is a combination of my ineffectual organizational skills, lack of breathing space and a dearth [...]
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So, the Angel has turned three and each year this time, I have the most excitement admist my busiest time. Our Scottish friend, A, travelled all the way down from the Borders to celebrate the day with the Angel as it is also her birthday! What a lovely afternoon of chicken rice and quiet celebration [...]
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The Angel woke up this morning, happily, as usual, and our morning ritual began. In the toilet, she was grabbing her left sleeve and holding it down with her fingers. “Look, mom! Chopped fingers! And I can just rub! ” she exclaimed excitedly while rubbing her legs. I listened and stared, wide-eyed and exclaimed equally [...]
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