20th October 2018
Dear Cooper and Finn,
We're in Mount Washington now. It’s very beautiful and peaceful. I felt so relaxed this afternoon after we’d been for a walk that I asked your dad to go and get us a drink while you napped, even though I knew yould wake up as soon as he brought them over. Which you did. You‘ve changed so much since we’ve been away. You can now open drawers and cupboards, and I spend a lot of time watching you explore, trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself, and helping you up when you do. Like I’m going to be doing for the foreseeable future, I suppose. If I see you making decisions that I think might end in pain, I can try and use my experience to advise against them, but ultimately it's up to you. I’m not always right. Maybe climbing on that thing won’t end in disaster. But I‘ll be here for you if it does. X X X
Dear Cooper and Finn
30th October 2018
Dear Cooper and Finn,
Deciding to have fish and chips is one of my favourite things about having fish and chips. It’s not so much the act of eating them that I love so much (although that is very nice), but more the build-up. I love when the idea to have it first strikes, just as you’re thinking you can’t be bothered to cook tea. Then you bat it away quickly you should stick to the plan and cook something nutritious! But fish and chips would be so nice, and then you wouldn’t have to cook. You float the idea past someone else and their eyes light up. It’s decided, you’re doing it. Someone goes off to get them, and whoever stays behind gets everything ready. Out comes the salt, vinegar and ketchup (even though they’ll already have salt and vinegar on). Into the oven go the plates (you’ve gotta warm the plates!). And then onto the plates go those delicious warm parcels, ready to unwrap and enjoy. Yum. XXX
