Friday, 26 October 2012

How My Daughter Sees Me

I was just chuckling at the pictures Mostly Yummy's small fry had produced of their mother when my own 4 year-old came into the room with her latest portrait...of me.


I have checked in the mirror and I don't in fact have a large M on the top of my head (actually I'm told it's a crown - I don't have one of those either). The hair is pretty bang on. Although it's clear darling daughter thinks I use a lot of mascara (when in fact the last time I remembered to use any at all was some time in the 1980s)

I quite like the frock tho. Perhaps my new look for winter?

Check out some other budding Picassos on Sticky Fingers

Friday, 12 October 2012

The one where I cry a lot

Small girl and I seem to be going through a bit of a love in at the moment. It's not that I don't look at her every single day with a sense of wonderment that this child is actually mine. But right now... Maybe she has a sixth sense that I'm worrying about a family illness, perhaps it's just one of those things. Either way I'm loving all the extra hugs and declarations of love.

This morning:

"Mummy, I hope you know how special you are. I love you a hundred and a million and eighty two. I'll even love you when you're 35."

(Who's going to tell her....?)

"You know mum, I'll even love you when you're under one of those stones. I'll find the one that says 'Cari Rosen' and I'll know it's special because you're there."

Now, how to explain to her why I'm bawling like a baby?