This is the teeniest, tiniest, wee ickle snail I have ever seen. And it’s prompted all sorts of questions I’ve never asked before. Do the snails’ shells grow with them? (Yes, apparently) How are snails born? (From eggs, I think?) Are they born with a shell? Does it grow in later? (No idea) I showed…
We overnighted at Nana’s last night before we continue on into the west of Ireland later today, and as I was repacking a few bits this morning I came across the pack of Hawkeye’s underwear and remembered that I meant to have a little rant about these. The Mister swears he hadn’t noticed when he…
You can always tell when it’s a Friday before a bank holiday weekend because the locker room on our office floor looks like this. None of these are mine, which you know by the fact that they’re all of a reasonable carry-on size. With a toddler on a family holiday I’ll be amazed if the…
I’m in the middle of the pre-holiday frazzle. When you’re pulling out everything you need to pack but haven’t actually packed it yet and you’re not yet organised enough to feel like you’re on top of everything even though you’re making lists and you’ve done this loads of times before. That frazzle. It’s late and…
Hawkeye’s second attempt at painting with watercolours. We’re calling it “sunset over hills and forest”. In case you’re curious, the first attempt was titled “how to disintegrate paper into a brownish-grey blob a by repeatedly painting painting over the same spot over and over and over and over again with different colours and excess water”.…
I ventured into an arts and crafts store this weekend and walked out with a giant armful of stuff to experiment with for toddler craft projects. We’d done stuff like this outside of the home, such as workshops at the National Gallery of Ireland or The Ark, but at home we have mostly stuck to…
If I had known at the time that we would be just past our first full week of toilet training when I was booking this weekend’s Early Learning Workshop at The Ark, I would never have gone for it. The traditional wisdom is to lock yourself in the house with your toddler and remain antisocial…
“My giraffe!” “What, honey?” “My giraffe!” “But you have your giraffe. It’s right here.” “Noooooo. My other giraffe.” “But… they’re both the same, honey. They’re identical.” “No! The other giraffe, mommy! Want my other giraffe!” I picked up his giraffe, went to the other room, put Giraffe #1 on the bed, picked up Giraffe #2 from the bed,…
There’s a big project going on at work at the moment and it’s helping me to discover something about myself. Or rather, it’s helping me to crystallise something I already sort of knew but never fully bothered to explore. Sometimes I can be an IT helpdesk’s worst nightmare. Let’s be honest, if I’m calling the…
The Feathered Rose 