Apples. Bananas. Grapes. Grapes. Apples. Bananas. Bananas. Grapes. Apples. These are the fruits my kid eats. And honestly, grapes are very hit or miss. No strawberries, no oranges, no peaches, no plums, no kiwis, no melons, no…. well, you get the idea. Hawkeye is what is commonly known as “a fussy eater”. I have repeatedly…
There are lots of things you can prepare for in life. You can make plans to mitigate risks and hazards. You can make plans to improve yourself or your circumstances. You can plan for contingencies. You can plan for major life events or just even plan for what you’re going to get in the grocery…
I was chatting yesterday with a relatively new friend who is also an author and between one thing and another, the conversation led me to go back through a good number of my old posts on this blog. It was late, and I didn’t re-read everything I wrote from top to bottom, but I skimmed…
I woke up this morning, drugged myself up to the eyeballs (safely), and managed to remain vertical for the entire day. Woo. Hoo. I am, of course, tired now. And it was a cranky, irritating sort of work day which kept me on edge most of the time, but now I’m home and there’s a…
“Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” This is how I’m usually greeted when I collect Hawkeye from creche at the end of the day, accompanied by a dash at top speed and a crushing bear hug. Lately, I’ve taken to preemptively dropping down to one knee and bracing myself for the onslaught. Some things are predictable, you see. “Let’s go…
Today we put up our Christmas tree. It’s no longer an optional seasonal whim now that we have a four year old, but an important permanent tradition we need to uphold if we want to retain our self-respecting parenting badge. Also, I like Christmas lights. What I don’t like, is trying to keep my patience…
I walked into our office locker room today to see two ladies rushing to get ready – one was trying to finish zipping up a red and green dress, and the other was straightening up her striped red and green stockings. Funny shoes and hats completed the picture. I just waved and walked by. Yes,…
These days, when Hawkeye and I have to walk home from the train station (about twenty or twenty five minutes at the pace of a mommy, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired four year old) or when I need to distract him from the deplorable absence of biscuits on the bus, I pass the time by having him look for…
November hadn’t even ended yet when we started seeing the first of the holiday Christmas decorations start to go up. However, now that it’s December proper, colourful lights and decorations are popping up everywhere. And since Hawkeye is now four and therefore old enough to actually converse, this December for me is all about remarking on…
As I mentioned in my recent post, Hawkeye now has a “big boy bed” in his room, by which I mean he has a narrow single bed in there. A veritable luxury for a parent doing bedtime considering the previous sleeping arrangement was an even narrower and significantly shorter cot-bed. Because, you see, one of…
I had to stop by our doctor’s office this evening to collect something, but this necessitated a bit of waiting inside the reception area. As I was on my bike with Hawkeye I was layered up like an onion, and Hawkeye was plain bundled up like …. well… like a bundled up thing. After I…
The Feathered Rose 