Yet another blogging mummy

After daycare today, I took Pickle to my favourite beach. Here, the azure ocean is more vast than I've seen in any of the other beaches on the island, I could stand and watch the wave choreography for hours, the endlessly stretching mountains, coated in glistening snow, stand in a frozen procession whenever skies are blue, their glory and majesty unmatched. Not to mention it was the site of our wedding photos...beach piano included. Although there was a sad lack of pianos, today it didn't disappoint. Sun glittered impossibly on each little mischievous ripple, sending my brain into orgasms of emotional ecstasy, and my daughter, who, moments before in the car was complaining that she didn't like the beach, upon being presented with a bucket and spade and wrapped up in various warm clothes like a little golden sausage roll, was instantly transported to happyland. She sat beside the tide pools and marvelled at the seaweed, the dead crabs, the pebbles, the hermit crabs who were

Kids say such funny cute little things sometimes don't they? I love the way my daughter says "I mam" instead of "i am" and "It's mines!" to claim, well, everything in her immediate vicinity. She also calls Nonno and Grannie's house "Canada" because when we first came to Canada, that was the first place she slept, was welcomed, felt safe. So it remains Canada, despite all the conversations we've had with her about what Canada actually means. I don't mind though, soon she will grow out of all these things and I'll miss them.  Lately though, she has been having some pretty serious separation anxiety. When I pick her up from daycare,  (see how Canadian I'm getting already? I don't call it nursery anymore!) she says that she had a good day but was sad because "Mummy I missed you". At night she cannot sleep unless one or both of us are sleeping next to her, and as she is drifting off, she often suddenly wakes u