It is your turn now,
you waited, you were patient.
The time has come,
for us to polish you.
We will transform your inner pearl
into a house of fire.
You're a gold mine.
Did you know that,
hidden in the dirt of the earth?
It is your turn now,
to be placed in fire.
Let us cremate your impurities.

Rumi

In lieu of memory

'Do you remember what you did when you were a baby?'

'Mmm, I didn't like grass.' [his father told him that last week]

'Anything else?'

'Not really playing.'

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'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.'

'You're welcome.'

Thank you

'Thank you, Mummy,' he says, heading down the stairs.

'For what, darling?'

'For myself.'

Busy garden days

Spring!

When what falls from the sky is dry and pink and much more fun than the cold wet stuff.

Where did you come from?

So, we ask small boy, where did you come from?

'Italian' he answers (he's half-Italian)

But before that?

'99p shop' (his favourite shop - all those cars!)

Before the 99p shop...

'Home'

And before you were here?

'Sleeping'

Indeed.

Reading

He's loved books since he was able to sit up unaided, but it's looking like my 2-and-a-bit year old is definitely following in the footsteps of his readaholic mother. Tonight, reading 'Baby Bear, Baby Bear, what do you see?', he waited til I'd finished reading and then said 'Teo do it.' He then proceeded to turn page after page, pausing and saying 'What see?' at each page.

Snow

Son, two years old, tentatively walking through snow in our garden. Spots snow on top of his shoes - 'oh no! oh no!', crying etc.

So he's half-Australian (semi-tropical Australian, not snowy Victorian, but I'm full Australian and even I say 'wtf child!? '