Last summer Hawkeye spent most of his time at home barefoot. He was one and a half and had a single-minded determination to explore everything around him. That was just before the “terrible twos” really hit full force. This summer Hawkeye is two and a half. He’s a fully grown toddler with strong opinions on everything,…
I sometimes wash dark and light coloured items together (in a cold wash). I’ve been known to walk while reading on my phone (shhh, don’t tell my husband). I often don’t wait for the pedestrian green light to cross the (dead-end) street next to our house. Hell, I even take short bicycle rides without a…
Have some green today, because my brain is not up to producing any substance at this point.
I really don’t get the opportunity to photograph all the weird ways in which Hawkeye sometimes sleeps as the light conditions generally make it impossible, but I did snap this gem yesterday evening. This is how he fell asleep. After I gradually turned up the light, took the photo, and turned off the light, I…
I’ve decided that every person elected to a public office, from local level all the way up to the top, should be required to take a college-level course of government ethics and then take refresher course every five years in order to maintain eligibility to hold the said public office. The final test might even…
The other day Hawkeye and I were in the garden. He was busy doing very important toddler things, which as far as I can tell involve moving around dirt and mulch from one spot to another. I was busy trying to ignore him as best as I safely could. His imagination is far better than…
If you ever find yourself in the deep, dark wood and a mouse offers to play poker with you, I highly recommend that you politely say no and get the hell out of there. The mouse will take you for all you’ve got. The mouse knows where it’s at. When it comes to poker, knowing…
I first thought it was cheating a little bit to reuse the same photo from yesterday, when I didn’t have time to write out the post that was meant to accompany it, but then I remembered – my blog, my rules! The Mister snapped this photo yesterday of Darcy perched next to me on the…
There are thoughts that go with this photo! I have them, I swear. I’m just not awake enough to drag then out of the foggy depths of my brain. So I’m just going to leave the photo here for now and faceplant my pillow. I will come back to the narrative. Anther day.
It pretty well remarked upon in parenting circles that there’s something magical about that new baby smell (when it’s not emanating from the nappy area). There is even a growing body of scientific literature about how this may, in fact, work together with the hormonal changes a new mother’s brain undergoes to help strengthen the…
The Feathered Rose 