The book of love is long and boring ( Read more... )

Just checking in. Kid still cute, puppy still cute, husband still cute.

Lorne's project for today is building a fence for the back garden, so Kai and Matilda can play in a little more safety. So this morning we all went to the home store to buy supplies. (Milena had a great time chasing Kai up and down the aisles. Or Kai had a great time running away from her. One of those ( Read more... )

C/O Bobby Singer.

:: A dozen bottles of various Welsh beers
:: Two packages of Jaffa cakes
:: A dozen packages of British sweets, such as Flake and TimTams
:: One letter.

Dear Dean ( Read more... )

You're supposed to be a crazy, wild, willing-to-experiment state.

Oh, well. I feel my marriage is still valid there, even if you don't.

Lorne's told you about Kai's "who has a belly" game, right? It's expanded a bit: we've started work on "who has a nose/toes/mouth/eyes" etc., since that's one of the things you're supposed to do at this age. So Kai and I go through it, you know, "Where's Kai's nose? Where's Tada's nose? Where's Matilda's nose?" and so on, and he usually gets it ( Read more... )

We got back home yesterday after Lorne's birthday trip to London, and I suspect it's going to be quite some time before we leave for so long again. Kai did not take the absence well. I suppose we should have realized it was too soon to leave him overnight ( Read more... )

Dw i’n dy garu di.

Lorne's mother is here, and it's lovely, as ever. Kai took a while to warm up to her, but she expected that what with all the strangers he's been meeting lately. She was patient and gentle and let him come to her, and eventually he showed her his toys and let her carry him, and he was cuddling her by bedtime ( Read more... )