One of the things I’ve been testing recently has been my boundaries- both in the geographic and comfort level sense. Small steps, like putting Thwacky in his vibro chair while I cook for incrementally longer periods of time, or strapping him to my chest …
There are only so many times you can say your happy moment was, for example, oh, I walked into town or Thwacky sat for X minutes in his vibro chair before it becomes tedious and repetitive. But it is, actually. Repetitive. It’s not at all …
The photo above is actually a slight cop out. I didn’t take any pictures yesterday (the day this post technically represents, as I’m still woefully behind). However, it does represent a happy thing- or at least something that was new and made me feel …
Technically, this photo isn’t strictly my moment of happiness, though it was a big part of it. This was in Fingerprints Cafe, just up our street on the intermittently groovy Queens Road. They have really good coffee- proper Illy brews- and dangerous cakes (hello, …
Now that Sir Thwackezoid has matured sufficiently in his meagre 8 weeks of life to sit patiently in his little vibrating chair by the French Doors in the kitchen, blurrily observing the impressionist happenings in the garden while I cook, I’ve been super busy …
I’m posting yesterday’s happy thing today because I was in bed by 9 last night, goofy with tiredness. Which is fine, actually, because it still makes me happy, even after a surprisingly good night’s sleep (thank you, Thwacky!). It’s not just sleep deprivation that …
One of the things that I hadn’t entirely realized before having Thwacky was how much arm-time babies (or at least this one) require. Not a difficult or unpleasant time, but a lot of it nevertheless. My parents arrived when he was a month old, …
Today we made the mildly epic drive down to Gatwick to see my parents off. They’ve been staying with us for a month, wrangling the Thwack so I could have my hands free to make muffins and bread and all those therapeutic carbohydrates, or do the …
It’s Day 2 of my attempt to find something that makes me happy for 100 consecutive days. Today was a bit easier than yesterday to find something suitably happifying. The sun was shining and the tree blossoms were perfumed and billowy rather than sodden …
It’s a cruddy, grey day today, with heavy white skies hovering low. Everything out there is sodden; the roof tiles on the houses opposite are matte silver with rain. The blossoms on the big tree in the back yard are falling to the ground, …
