If things had gone according to plan, I would be at my dad’s house right now. With Lance. Just me and my baby boy meeting his granddad
and gran for the first time.
Instead I am at home
. In Vancouver. Trying to bath Lola.
She’s going through a phase at the moment. An ‘only my mummy will do’ phase.
From the moment I get up until the moment she goes to bed, Lola is there.
I could say that she is my little shadow. But that would imply that she followed me around without saying a word, without ever feeling the need to physically attach herself to some part of my person.
I could say that she is by my side. But that would imply that she was next to me. Which is rarely true. She is usually joined to me, some part of her anatomy entangled with mine. When I sit down, she clambers on top of me. When I kneel down, she wraps her cute little arms tightly around my neck and almost chokes me as she hangs on for dear life. When I dodge into the kitchen for a quick time out, she tracks me down and demands a hug.
“Pick up me,” is one of her favourite expressions.
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