Day 22

Another morning, another kick in the ribs. Today it’s Stormy who’s up first. “Daddy, get up. Get up daddy”. I have no choice in the matter. It’s Sunday, so a few morning cartoons later and the day begins.

After a quick breakfast at ToastBox, Stormy wants to go to Daiso to spend her pocket…

Day 19

One of the complexities of writing a diary about raising a little girl — especially with the goal of being humorous — is that it becomes more and more difficult to find ways to say “Stormy woke up”.

Stormy woke up… Late.

Day 21

It is a restless night. But, to be fair to Stormy, it was our cat, Han, who caused the most sleeplessness last night. He has a deafening meow and likes to talk.

Saturday is a busy day. Despite the disrupted sleep, we leap into the day with full gusto. Breakfast at ToastBox, followed by…

Day 20

It’s a normal morning. Over breakfast we have the usual photo slideshow on the TV. An old photo comes on of Stormy, as a young baby, sitting with an old friend who has since moved away. She asks me who it is and I explain that it was someone she used to play with as a baby but had moved to China. Her immediate…