Kagger.

July 28, 2014

Dear Mini-me, you are 22 months old already (plus a few days, but well). Your chunky baby body has stretched into a chubby toddler shape. Your head has rapidly grown over the edge of the table, and now you see, and you reach. From uncertain yesses and nos, you’ve come to the point to give precise orders. From “more” to “even more” to “even more, mama!”, it was a twinkle. You’ve discovered ownership of toys (oh my) but still share your snacks with friends and strangers. You’ve learned to properly kiss and how to dose your bombastic affection. …

Five days.

June 29, 2014

I had countless discussions about this with friends and strangers, but I personally never doubted that mini-me will be totally fine during his five-day stay with his daycare group on a farmstead somewhere near Berlin. Today I started doubting (but not really). He’s leaving tomorrow. And I miss him already. I packed a pair of wings for him. Sigh. Photo: Carolin Weinkopf via iPhone

Oh you.

February 21, 2014

Dear Mini-me, the apartment is a mess. I have been working too much too late lately and I don’t even care. It’s a charming chaos. The laundry piles up and in the mornings I get worried not to find anything clean to dress you with. When I pick you up from daycare, you smile and wink at me. Instead of leaving, you invite me to join in the fun. Jump in the ball bath, crawl in the box or climb on the slide. To any question I ask you, you say yes, nod, and twinkle, again. When we pass …

A tooth.

January 8, 2014

12 1/2 months ago when mini-me started dribbling for the first time, I was 100% sure his first tooth was on its way. Well, more than a year later, we’re still waiting over here. It’s become a routine to feel his gums every other day, especially during sleepless nights or clingy days. Today he was really happy and smiling and I saw a little bright line on his gum (it’s been swollen for a while, but I swear, over a year ago, it was aswell!). So I did my mandatory gum-touch and, oh my, there is a incisor corner …

365 Days.

September 25, 2013

Dear Mini-Me, one year ago I thought I’d die. It had been almost two days since my water broke, two weeks before your due date, I had been in inducted labour for almost 24 hours, I had been moved from the oh so natural birth house to the oh so hated hospital – and still you didn’t seem to get out. I was absolutely desperate at that very moment, starting to give up on myself, as my body appeared to be incapable to birth you. I have no idea how it eventually happened, with a lot of help …

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