Despite having a fairly large vocabulary at this stage, communication with a three year old is still hard work. There is much he does not understand in terms of context and there is much we don’t understand about what goes on in his head to put his answers into the correct context. As such, I have…
If this photo isn’t a metaphor for childhood, I don’t know what is. Just look at him, all bundled up cozy and warm and dry in his little bubble of innocence and love, safe and protected from the miserable outside world, and yet curious about what lies beyond at the same time, poking at the raindrops…
You all might remember my friend Vee from “The Tinder Dude” fairytale. Earlier today I came across one of her ever-so-on-point Facebook posts: This post made me smile very much. First of all, because OH HOLY COW was it nice to wake up to GOOD news coming out of the US for once. Please don’t,…
It’s only Tuesday but it’s another stressful week already at work, mostly due to overwhelming amount of work in the end-of-year run-up, the usual last minute crises, and a really badly timed internal departmental office move from one floor to another which has left everyone additionally frazzled from trying to get their footing in a…
Anyone who followed my original #100happydays on Instagram will have read about why I have a fascination with frost. It is childhood memories and magic and beauty all rolled together into one very cold but exciting package. Unfortunately (from one point of view at least) I don’t get to see much in the way of…
Hawkeye went to his first official play date this afternoon with someone other than close friends / family. It was the mother from another boy in our creche who had reached out to me and today The Mister drove us over to their house, popped his head in to say hello and introduce himself, and…
Today was the much anticipated Santa visit. Or, I should say, the first Santa visit, since Hawkeye is getting to see Santa again in creche later this month (he comes down the chimney into the Director’s office, apparently). Now, our office does not have a chimney, so I suspect Santa may have had to sneak…
Much of life is about cultivating patience, or dealing with consequences of not having enough patience, or learning coping strategies for when there’s no more patience. Patience, patience, patience. For example, I have no patience when it comes to a good book. The idea of reading a couple of chapters at a time and putting…
I know I’ve said before that I’ve been more tolerant of the whole Christmas spirit thing this year, including even voluntarily listening to Christmas carols when I didn’t have to. I’m actually enjoying the whole thing beyond my usual love of the fresh scent of real pine trees and warm twinkly lights. I’ve come to…
Breathtaking skyline this morning over Dublin. It’s hard to tell from the photo but the clouds were at different altitudes, with the darker but smaller puffs travelling lower and faster in front of the brilliant pink. Magical. Unfortunately I had an excited toddler with me on the way crèche and only got a hurried Amado…
When I stepped into the first floor landing of our office at the start of lunch today a delicious, delicate, fresh scent was floating up from below. The scent of fresh pine. The smell of winter. I followed my nose down the stairs and into the lobby. Yup. Sure enough there was a brand new…
The Feathered Rose 