A three month old living being called Cookie rules my life now. She is the reason I wake up early, cuss more times a day than I should, run from phone calls with my family screaming “Poop! Poop!”, and also the sole reason I am finding it harder to drop everything and go. She makes me chatter feverishly (and gibberish-ly) to her, and just about everyone around her — she’s a well-loved little baby Cavalier that’s found a way into my heart, my life, and my travel plans.
Life has taken on some strange turns.
It’s the boxers. And the fact that I live in a neighbourhood with Giant Supermarket trolleys all over the park.
She also has a website.
possibly related
A Year Ago, At Home /
Travelling Solo /
Strike Another Match, Go Start Anew /
Baby, You Can Pimp My Shaw /
The Sound of Settling /
Cookie Monster
A three month old living being called Cookie rules my life now. She is the reason I wake up early, cuss more times a day than I should, run from phone calls with my family screaming “Poop! Poop!”, and also the sole reason I am finding it harder to drop everything and go. She makes me chatter feverishly (and gibberish-ly) to her, and just about everyone around her — she’s a well-loved little baby Cavalier that’s found a way into my heart, my life, and my travel plans.
Life has taken on some strange turns.
It’s the boxers. And the fact that I live in a neighbourhood with Giant Supermarket trolleys all over the park.
She also has a website.
possibly related
A Year Ago, At Home / Travelling Solo / Strike Another Match, Go Start Anew / Baby, You Can Pimp My Shaw / The Sound of Settling /