Hawkeye’s new game is to get three pieces of fencing from the Lego box and hand one out to each of us, so that we are each holding one piece. Achieving equal distribution of fencing brings forth great excitement. This explains how I came to wake up this morning clutching a piece of Lego fencing. It’s not…
Sometimes the Mister gets “notions” in his head. They’re usually awesome. Often, it means the boxes of Lego come out and fun stuff happens. Oh, yeah… sometimes pants fall down. Um… sorry? By the time we were done playing the inside of the tower had acquired improved ramps to reduce sticking points and the top…
My son definitely has his own way of doing things. For example, while most parents spend the first couple of years of their baby’s life frantically trying to keep everything out of their baby’s mouth, Hawkeye was just not that interested. In fact, we had trouble getting stuff into his mouth when it came to trying new foods. Even teething…
Parenting. It’s just like a wild roller coaster ride: You go up. You go down. And sometimes there’s puke at the end. How I feel when I wake up at 6am to discover that the toddler has slept all through the night in his own bed: How I feel when I realise that he’s probably won’t…
I was honestly looking for something, anything, else to post today. Who knows, maybe I’ll go and have a fabulous yoga class this evening that I should have written about instead. However, the day was kind of crappy and stressful in small but annoying ways and the most cheerful part of that was once again slowly…
I didn’t intend to turn this into an ongoing project, but hey, what’s another thing in my life that turns into a Thing of its own accord? I find myself, this spring, fascinated more than usual by the gardens and flowers that I pass by on a daily basis on my short commute. I mean,…
I am a self-confessed tea snob. I would not say that I have highly refined tastes, or that I can pick out the difference between a darjeeling and an assam leaf at fifty paces. I don’t like drinking my tea out of dainty porcelain tea cups that hold about three sips of tea. And I’m…
Today’s post is not about being happy. I did say, when I started this blog and called it “Infinite #100happydays” that no one can (or should) be happy all the time. We cannot appreciate happiness if we don’t have something to balance it out, to remind us why happiness is so important. So today’s post…
Back when Hawkeye was about five months, one of my far-flung friends sent me a link to a New York Times article about the Irish inventor of something called “Sugru“. I found it to be a fascinating read, but I was still deep in the fog of exhaustion from never sleeping more than three hours at a time and…
Sometime in 2015 I spotted a pair of these street signs at the entrance to Dame Lane in Dublin. I was with a friend. We laughed. I took photos. We moved on. This incident may have been consigned to the dustbin of my memory and back pages of my social media archives were it not for…
The Feathered Rose 