This is me, age around nine, with one of the worst haircuts I have ever sported. Seriously, what was the hairdresser thinking? The honest answer is that I was probably desperate for this cut. I was an active child, so I bet I wanted something that meant I didn’t have . . . → Read More: The long and short of it…
Ez
Ez doesn’t have many words (‘shoes’, ‘star’ and ‘bubbles’ being her particular favourites), but she doesn’t struggle to make herself understood. If she wants me to do something, she purposefully marches over, grabs my hand, and leads me to where she needs me. If I still don’t get what she wants, she’ll hold my hands and . . . → Read More: Ez and Fonz at 18 months
A friend is helping to put together an information pack for expectant parents of multiples, and she asked me to write something for her about how I felt when I discovered I was expecting twins. Here’s what I’ve written…
Hours before meeting Ez and Fonz for the first time