48 months: I am the walrus

Dear Little Ring, Yesterday I was having an absolute crumb of a day, so blah, so lethargic, so lacking motivation. I couldn’t figure out why, and then, it struck me. Just hours remained of my baby being a baby. I love seeing your every growing milestone; I love your wild personality that gets wilder with age; I love the crazy, random conversations your growth has … Continue reading 48 months: I am the walrus

36 months: Stink in my butt!

Dear Little Ring, How is my baby already three? How are you already walking, talking, loving, listening, joking, imagining, creating, mischieving, tuning your mama out, running, playing, learning, laughing, being your own you? How is that possible? Just yesterday you were my baby. How do you already have a heart full of compassion? While you don’t readily hand out I love yous (it’s the German … Continue reading 36 months: Stink in my butt!

30.6: “As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen”

Dear Little Ring, My sweet, sweet baby who is no longer a baby. You are the boy who I swear went from two to two and a half in the blink of an eye. The boy who used to let me cuddle him for hours, but who now can’t stay still for more than a second and more often than not squirms when I try … Continue reading 30.6: “As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen”

Ramblings of a Type-1 No. 6076

The other day after reading one of my most favourite fellow type-1’s blog posts about a recent low she had, I started reflecting on the lows of my life. This isn’t an unusual thing. I think when something out of your control renders you completely helpless to the point of holy freak that happened and I survived (yes, some have been that dramatic!) it sticks … Continue reading Ramblings of a Type-1 No. 6076