Babies

Coming home from school today, with the children in the back, Mia(5) asks:
"Why do babies come out of their mummy's cookie*?"
Um, I didn't realise she's remembered our chat from 3 and a half years ago, so I just answer, "Because that's the way out."
She thinks for a second and then says, "Well they couldn't come out of our mouths or they'd get scratched by our teeth."
Fine logic my sweet girl.
:)


* That's what we call a vagina - it's a South African thing. Actually something I'm quite grateful for here in New Zealand when my daughter yells out "My cookie's itchy!" etc. As they do.

Pablo

I emailed Pablo shortly after my son was born, to tell Pablo that I was so pleased my little boy shares a birthday with such a charmer... Pablo was a charming man who was full of fun and adventure. I wish wish wish I could have been at his funeral in Madrid to pay my respects to his family and other friends. He had many, all over the world.

These are my pictures of Pablo Solsona and this is how I remember him.

loss

This year both my parents have had to deal with the loss of their last surviving parent. After living such a long time with one's mother around, it surely must leave an enormous void when they finally do pass. It got me thinking about the inevitable death of my parents and how truly lost I would feel. Having my father go in for heart surgery (atrial ablation) had me dreading the worst case scenario and wondering if I'd said everything I'd wanted to say to him or whether there was something more I could do or say. Of course being so far away from my both my mother and my father is hard, but the fact that I can talk to them if I need to (phone, text/sms, email, skype) is enough of a comfort. If either of them should die, well, ...

I know I would be feeling a lot worse than I have been this week after finding out about the death of a very dear friend, who was only 37.

The grief and sorrow was heavy. It still is.