Stepping Through the School Gates

Life is just filling in one long permission slip

Since we last properly caught up, quite a few things have changed.

That baby I was always writing about is a baby any more. Now nearly eighteen months old, she’s walking, running, climbing, on the cusp of talking, and the primary reason for why my the muscles in my knees and lower back are constantly on fire.

Although there’s still a few relics of the bab…