makar [ˈmækər]
n (Literature / Poetry) Scot a creative artist, esp a poet
[a Scot variant of maker]

Monday, October 28, 2013

On nights like this, when I've stayed up too late yet again and achieved nothing, and it feels as if all there is in my life are kids and routines and trying to keep it all going, I can hear this voice (maybe my mum, maybe a teacher) saying: "Kim, she always has to learn everything the hard way". And I know that it's true. But it doesn't help.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

I was nervous about being the mother of a boy. When we found out that's what you were, I went straight to the library to pick up a copy of Steve Biddulph's Raising Boys. I was only 20 weeks into the pregnancy but I had a lot of ground to cover. See, I'm a super girly girl. I don't like competitive sports; know nothing about dinosaurs or cars or construction vehicles; and feel distinctly nervous when I see anyone wearing army camouflage. I'm definitely not perfect boy-mum material.

And lo and behold, you are very "boy". You love dinosaurs and diggers, facts and figures, speed and force. You can build things that I would struggle to put together. You are fearless about creepy crawlies and slimy slugs and snails. You love to climb.

The night after you were born, I couldn't sleep and I watched your little profile in the half-dark and wondered, who is this person? I know so much more now but I'm still so very intrigued by you.

You surprise me everyday with the interesting ways your mind works. You give the sweetest kisses and the most consuming hugs. I think that you are pretty damn smart and I wonder how I will ever keep up. You are four, little guy, and I am very happy to be your mama.




Saturday, October 12, 2013

Still reeling from the experience of taking three small children to the other side of the world and back again. That was intense! I don't think I ever appreciated quite how far it is before. But it was worth it  because we went to an amazing wedding: my brother's and his lovely bride's! Such a happy day full of beautiful moments. I made them a very special cake. It was twice as big as I planned because it turns out that I really shouldn't attempt sums when I'm jet-lagged. Anyway, it was a rich chocolate orange cake, almost like a brownie in consistency, sandwiched together with clotted cream and orange marmalade. I decorated it with scraps of lace, blackberries picked by the children (and grandma) and sugared pansies from the garden. It was a definite hit! I just wish I'd managed to gobble up a little bit more. Mmmm...






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