Part Thirty One: Don’t imagine monsters

Dear Morayo, It's Thursday, it's pouring with rain outside (obviously- it's now British Summer time!) and I've just dropped you off at pre-school. You now go two afternoons a week (that's six hours a week total!), and today is your second session. Rather than the classic clinging-to-Mummy-at-the-entrance, you skipped in excitedly after scratching on the … Continue reading Part Thirty One: Don’t imagine monsters

Part Twenty Three: One year

Dear Morayo, I'm not quite sure how this has happened, but tomorrow you're going to be one.  One entire year old.  This time a year ago we were at the hospital waiting for the birthing pool to be inflated whilst chatting between contractions, and now I have to try and get my head around the … Continue reading Part Twenty Three: One year

Part Twenty One: Nine hours

Dear Morayo, Have I mentioned what an amazing sleeper I was before you came along?  Your Nanna has always said that when I was little, I used to just drop my chin into my mashed potato at dinner time and have a quick snooze whenever the opportunity arose.  Now I don't know whether that's true … Continue reading Part Twenty One: Nine hours