Reuben: Behold a son!

Reuben: Behold a son!
Over the last two years I’ve missed writing my blog. I was so chuffed when my friend Vayda enthusiastically encouraged me to start writing again. She said I should start with a come back post about Reuben. So here it is. Reu-Ben. It means behold a son. Behold…. A Son!!!!???  Precisely how I felt when, ...

School Start – Every rascal to his bench

School Start - Every rascal to his bench
The Greeks among you will get the title of this post immediately: “Ο κάθε κατεργάρης στον πάγκο του”. It’s a saying we use when the holidays are over, and kids go back to school. As you non-Greeks might guess, it means “each to their work bench”, “no more games”, “no more messing around”. When I ...

From demanding whiner to proud achiever in 4 minutes (at Cameron House Nursery School)

From demanding whiner to proud achiever in 4 minutes (at Cameron House Nursery School)
Last Thursday was my daughter’s last day at Cameron House Nursery School. It seems like only last week that I took her for her first day there. So much has changed since that day. She is taller, more articulate, 100% toilet trained, able to count to 100, add, subtract, read several words and write lots ...

The sound of a snoring baby (and all that it brings)

The sound of a snoring baby (and all that it brings)
Today I was babysitting my friend Katrina’s two beautiful daughters, aged 3 and 1. I’d forgotten what it’s like to hang out with a 1 year old. Doing so brought me back a couple of years, and inspired the following piece of writing about the moment that a baby naps, and motherhood in general. Enjoy: ...

Lunch at the park

Lunch at the park
So, the weather has been warmer lately: We’ve switched from winter to summer jackets. In fact, on some days, no jacket’s been necessary at all. The sun has even been gracing us with it’s presence and warmth! This seasonal (but not always guaranteed) improvement in the weather has been the catalyst for the institution of ...

Pink and yellow butterfly

Pink and yellow butterfly
Has anyone else been driven to desperation by their kid? I’m talking about the kind of desperation where you end up feeling like you need to be in a dark silent room for at least an hour, in order to recover. The kind of desperation that is brought on by a tantrum of humongous proportions. ...