Today was a rainy day. A lazy rainy day. The height of our adventure was making it out of the house with my friend and my toddler to go to the National Gallery of Ireland workshop as a way of passing the time. This makes today’s post as best time as any to introduce Hawkeye’s…
And we drank to that friendship that lasts over time and distance. The kind that lies dormant for a long time as we move on with our daily lives, far apart from each other, but is instantly rekindled into a bright, unwavering flame when we come in contact with each other. We pick up conversations…
It is one of life’s great ironies for a dark chocolate lover that the dark Ferrero Rocher is the least nice one of the three options in their selection box. … Doesn’t mean I’m not going to eat it.
I have a confession to make: I’m seriously arachnophobic. Actually, that’s not quite accurate. I’m seriously bug-o-phobic. If it creeps, crawls, or flies and has more than two legs I’m probably not a fan. I can, with some focus, allow a ladybug to crawl along my hand and let a butterfly land on me. But…
Had another appointment this morning to keep an eye on my ankle and to work out some neck and shoulder issues, and was reminded of this video from the weekend. Nothing escapes the toddler’s curiosity. Not even physio exercises! He had to have a go.
We spent some time tossing around handfuls of cherry blossom petals in the breeze this evening. Hard to believe that one upon a time this kid wouldn’t even stand on a grassy surface with his shoes on! He’s always been unusually neat (for a toddler) and fussy about textures. It took us months to get…
Attending a religious service with a small child can be a beautiful, uplifting, inspiring, and a very, very stressful experience. It’s been a while since I’ve done it and I have to say after today I’m not in a hurry to do it again soon. Last time, in fact, Hawkeye was not yet fully walking and…
It had to happen sometime. A public toddler meltdown in a restaurant. In the list of parenting nightmares, this is pretty high on everyone’s list after the really serious stuff, like trips to the emergency room, kids dashing into the street while you’re wrestling with unfolding the stroller, or wandering out of your line of…
A pie massacre: it’s what happens when you suffer an epic failure trying to transfer a slice of pie from the tray to your plate. Good thing it’s still just as tasty in its mangled state because pie, even a massacred one, fixes a lot of problems. You have a problem? Have some pie. You’ll…
The Feathered Rose 