I was back at work today after a tumultuous week full of hospitals and doctors’ visits and drugs for the whole family. It was a pretty ordinary day, but a few colleagues did stop to wish me a happy Fourth of July, or a happy Independence Day. The office canteen served up American style pancakes…
Hawkeye and I took advantage of a sunny morning to have brunch outside in a nearby popular restaurant. I order food and a cappuccino. The waiter brings coloured pencils and paper with the outline of two trolls on it together with my drink and the sugar bowl. I immediately pick up the sugar bowl to…
The code word of the weekend is minimum effort. Whatever it takes to get through Saturday and Sunday with a rambunctious, rocket-powered toddler and two wrung-out, sick parents. Whether it’s ice cream for breakfast or dinner in front of the TV, if a token effort to dissuade the wee beastie isn’t working, I am taking…
When you’re a kid, pillow forts are precarious and elaborate constructions of cushions, pillows, and improvised supports that your imagination then turns into castles, caves, fortresses, or hideaways. I’ve now learned that when you’re an adult, pillow forts are giant piles of pillows you build up like some prehistoric ritual mound on whatever surface you…
This is Guard Bear. You would have met him in an earlier post involving pandapants. He was a gift for Hawkeye from close friends, and his role is, obviously, to guard. He is also teaching Hawkeye how to salute with “yes, sir!” As you may have gathered, we’ve been having a rather rough week, climaxing…
I posted the following earlier on Facebook this week: “They say misery loves company, so that might explain why the whole household is now on antibiotics.” Yeah, if you haven’t already figured it out from yesterday’s post, it hasn’t been a stellar couple of weeks for the three of us: at least 1 viral infection…
“Oh-ho, Oh-ho A haon, a dó…” Today, my toddler made up a song with Irish counting words, fed a biscuit to a crocodile, and politely shared a ride on another toddler’s balance bike with minimal intervention from grown-ups. I would feel inordinately proud of how little effort I spent on parenting during these moments if…
The Feathered Rose 