Kagger.

  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, …

Five days.

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 …

Oh you.

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 …

A tooth.

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 …

365 Days.

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 …