Archive for February 2010
He.
He has been so settled lately.
Happy.
Content.
He wants to be a footballer.
Play in the big league
and
between you and I
he just might make it.
He is a supreme athlete, a leader.
I am so very proud of him.
He plays the hug card so well.
There is no counter for it.
He may be special needs
but he is far from disabled.
He has an amazing sense of humour,
an amazing sense of self.
His dream is to become an “American gymnast”.
His smile is sunshine on a cloudy day
and somedays, when he slips
and calls me Mum, by accident
my heart quietly sings.
He is personality plus.
My rainbow after the rain.
He makes me a better person.
He is love and light.
He is my heart.
These boys rock my world.
Fashion sense.

Ivy: ”Noah, look at my hair. Do you like my hair? Mummy put it in pig tails, what do you think?”
Noah: ”Yeah, Ivy. I like it. It looks pretty… Hey, Ivy! What do you think of my hair? Do you like my haircut? What do you think?”
Ivy: “Oh Noah, it’s so glass season!”
(Translation: Oh Noah, it’s so last season!)
Fashion opinion starts early when you have older siblings, it seems.
Tuesday was a resting day
and Wednesday looked much brighter:
Without the pump and the accessed port,
she seemed lighter somehow.
Free.
A little worn, a little jaded
but happy
and for now,
I can’t ask for more than that.
She asked me tonight if tomorrow was Wednesday again.
When I answered no, she looked so sad.
I asked her why
and she replied
‘because ballet makes me feel like a butterfly’.














It started out much better.