Woe! Woe! Meh-weh!

That is, "Sing row row row your boat, Mary!"

Emer is a walking talking shouting roaring climbing laughing singing hoping playing joking hiding poking living girl.

I am so so happy to have her.

The talents of Linnea

She discovered the pulley today.

She can, on request, moderate her tone so that she's not asking for something in a whine, but in a fairly pleasant voice.

She is excellent at opening doors and holding them open while I push the buggy through.

She's a fairly tuneful singer, for a three-year-old.

She enjoys adding up, for no apparent reason. She also hunts bears in the rain.

She loves her little sister and wants me to grow another baby to be Emer's twin. Now.

She cooks dinner.

This one is sad: Birthdays

In one week, it will be my birthday, 1st November.

And on the 5th of November, it won't be Tadhg's first birthday, because he is dead now.

I want to send a donation to http://www.pnd.ie/ in his memory. If anyone would like to contribute to it, that would be lovely.

His grandmother brought my mother out to tea the other night. She's... functioning.