Angry
I start to notice anger. Hers and mine. I assume it’s just her age; her iron will; her desire to express her newfound power, or simply to thwart mine. But I seem to be getting more angry at my two-year-old, more frequently, since I weaned her.…
Weaning war and peace
Obi woke early and instead of the usual morning gambol in bed, her prising open my lids and saying ‘mama awake!’ with great surprise, she headed out to the loungeroom and started a long, quiet conversation with her toys. Still half asleep and glad of the respite, I drifted for a few blissful moments, head under the doona, the next thing I knew she was whimpering.…