Wednesday, April 8, 2015

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2015 (20 months) - Florence (left) and Anna (right)

Easter Sunday at Kimmy and Bear's home. The last of our warm afternoons for a while. Foot loose and fancy free. You don't often venture much beyond my hip, or let go your hold on my leg, but in Kimmy's garden your confidence blooms. You venture off together, exploring, playing, testing a slowly-budding independence. Confident in the knowledge that you merely have to glance over your shoulder to see the many faces you love, and trust.

Baby days, padded barefoot baby days.
Carefree, wild hearted, soft spirited baby days.
Wet grass under feet days, bare bodies in sun rays.
Giddy free running days, falling tumbling laughing days.
Soft curls blowing, wings outstretched. 
These baby days are my favourite days.

Summer goodnight

Friday, April 3, 2015

We take a walk in our garden every evening after dinner. By the chill on our skin you can feel the seasons are changing.

yellow the bracken
golden the sheaves
rosy the apples
crimson the leaves
mist on the hillsides
clouds grey and white
autumn good morning
summer goodnight


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2015 (20 months) - Florence (left) and Anna (right)

Florence your little hands have always seemed to grown up for you, your thumbs rather mature looking on these chubby baby paws. I stare at them often, these grown-up baby hands. Marvelling at the way you hold a tiny object, precisely and decidedly, or the way you open a jar (you love to open pretty much any container that can be opened), or even the way you hold a piece of toast in your hands as we set off for our evening walk in the garden. The same baby hands that hold mine tightly (you say handa, handa when you want to hold hands), the same baby hands that grip your binky, your pillow (pi), and any other item of comfort that may have crossed your path (you have been known to fall asleep clutching an umbrella). Your grown up baby hands like to be full and busy and put to use - one of the phrases I hear most often from you is "ho'em (hold them/hou, perhaps from the Afrikaans?), I think these grown up baby hands give me a glimpse into the person you are to grow into, the person you will be when the hands seem less too-grown-up, and more just-right.

It's been one of those weeks

Sunday, March 29, 2015


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2015 (19 months) - meeting Francie Sugar

This week we welcomed my younger sister's baby girl into the world. It is incredibly special adding a new member to the family - I am very close to my sisters and I love their children wholly, and completely. While I met Francie Sugar moments after she was born, I took my babes to meet their new cousin later in the day. They've been watching Cheska's bump grow, and although not quite understanding, they've been rubbing it and saying baba, and more recently "pop." They were in awe with this tiny creature that has entered their lives; not quite sure what to make of it, and happier when it stayed sleeping in her cot.

For me this week has been very nostalgic, sending me back 19 months to when my babes were new and tiny and so close to miracles that it's hard to deny a God that creates new life. This week, talking to my sister as a new mama I've refocused on this journey of mamahood, and how it is the most incredible, beautiful, difficult, emotional, wonderful, funny, exhausting, exhilarating, overwhelming, happiest ride of my life. As a mama, I cry out of love, and laugh out of exhaustion, I think I've reached my end, and then I keep going. I wake up every morning and feel like the luckiest person in the world to be holding my babes in my arms. I already miss moments as they are happening. I feel a fear of loss that never leaves me. I have an unconditional love that makes me feel more powerful than anything on earth. I experience life more fully. And more wonderfully.


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2015 (19 months)

Dabba dabba dabba (water). Rubbarubbarubba (rub, rub, rub).

You are talking; repeating every word after me and saying them in perfect context. You both say "kersie" when papa lights the candle for us at bedtime. Last night the moon was full but hidden by cloudy skies and Papa pointed it out to Anna while you waited for me to put Florence asleep. Anna says "maan! maan!" when she sees the moon. 

Anna seems to learn a word first and then Florence copies you. Florence seems to imitate sounds rather than syllables - instead of saying "fine", you say "ine", but in the exact same tone that Anna says "fine." It is so fascinating to watch you learn, and learn in different ways: be it the way you sit down on your big fluffy balls, our how you cross your fingers (Anna just discovered she can do this this week and you are very proud of this new trick. Florence hasn't quite got it but she squeezes her fingers together tightly and looks up with pride at her accomplishment.)


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2015 (19 months)

It is on our evening walks that I feel summer is slowly leaving us. The other day we donned beanies and jerseys as we tracked the guinea fowl and their new chicks around the garden. Our legs are bare and that new morning chill quickly gives way to warm days. Autumn and spring are so fleeting where we are, it is almost as if you go to sleep in summer and wake up in winter. So I am enjoying this time of transition and I am so much more aware of these subtle changes in nature and our surroundings since I am experiencing them with you. 

'This strangely still pause between summer and autumn, greenery and gold, and the heat and rising wind that is once again readying itself to rush it all away in a climatic symphony of color and scent is - in my opinion, one of the best parts about living on earth."
Victoria Erickson

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