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Random Tuesday Thoughts 4


I'm sitting down with a lovely cup of cappuccino, made with my new stovetop espresso pot, to write this. Yum.

This is Mikey's favourite cartoon in the whole world. He got a DVD of it from Grandma and Granddad for his birthday and he requests it constantly. In fact we've had more than one temper tantrum when he asks to watch it by pointing at the TV and yelling "ELLIE! ELLIE!" and mummy says no. I know, I'm such a mean mummy. He also does the Pocoyo dance like in this episode.

We've been reading a lot of Beatrix Potter. I get to hone up on my storytelling voice, I should record a tape of my Britspeak or something. I absolutely adore reading these. The language is just beautiful to read aloud and the pictures are lovely.

I have this t shirt, are you jealous?

The past two afternoons Mikey and I have been jumping in piles of leaves and hunting for snails. Don't worry he doesn't get to touch the snails, he just points and says "ewwwww". Mikey's older friend and I buried him in a gigantic pile of leaves, showed him to jump in them and to throw huge piles of them. We also collected helicopter seeds in a bag, Mikey's friend climbed to the top of the playground equipment while we stayed at the bottom, then she dumped them all out and they flew down to us.

While Mikey was playing on the playground I drew a huge bird with sidewalk chalk on the playground. I can see it from my house.

Hubby starts school tonight. He's taking Criminal Justice classes (or something along those lines). He has to be there at like 5.30, so I have to cook dinner ready for him to get home. I don't know why but I really hate doing that, it feels so lonely cooking when there's no one around.

My house is in a disgusting state right now. I'm kinda mortified about it.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.