Matchy matchy An unexpected parcel results in two bundles of hooky loveliness for a happy The Boy Child and little Miss Tilly.
Small, but still mighty She might be cute and cuddly, but in her mind, she's a big dog. She is Tilly, hear her roar!
What's that? No dogs on the sofa? There's no denying it ... since the arrival of Tilly, we've never been so popular! It's not hard to see why.
It took us a little over two years but, just before Christmas, we managed to photograph the four cousins together.
These kids are amazing. They recognise that The Boy Child is different to them, but they care not. Love them.
We introduced The Boy Child to the marvellous masterpiece that is Willy Russell's Blood Brothers. "Tell me it's not true ..."
Two hours at lunch with good friends can make all the difference to how I cope with the difficult days.
Somehow he's at Secondary School. In a school where everyone understands autism. In a school where his star can shine.
There are hundreds of different colours to choose from, but I still pick the same one … OPI's Chick Flick Cherry.
I can't stop smiling. I can't stop showing off my newly straightened teeth. I wish I'd had orthodontic work sooner.