First of all, I’m not old. I’m only going to be celebrating my second thirty-ninth birthday later this year so I’m simply older and wiser and all those other good things that come with maturity and experience, m’kay? The title of this post is just a convenient expression about how one never really stops learning…
This is not a sugar bowl. Well, okay… it is, in fact, a sugar bowl. But it’s not just a sugar bowl. It is so much more than a sugar bowl. It’s a symbol. This Denby Imperial Blue covered sugar bowl is a symbol of adulting. … … Are you done laughing at me now?…
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…
This is the story of what actually prompted “The Cursed Fork” post from two days ago. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the absurdity to write it up initially, and then I was stymied by figuring out what spelling best captured what was actually being uttered. We haven’t had much in the way of problems…
You can try to stop adulting for a bit, but you actually can’t stop parenting. ~ The Feathered Rose Day #197 I said that in yesterday’s post. I also said that this is when a partner can step in and take over for a while to give you a chance to recover. I had cause to…
I won’t lie, the last thirty six hours have been a bit on the rough side. I’m not saying they were bad. Life isn’t meant to be easy all the time. Good things sometimes require some stress and angst before they can be enjoyed properly. So yes, there was stress, and frustration, and gnashing of teeth.…
It had to happen sometime. A public toddler meltdown in a restaurant. In the list of parenting nightmares, this is pretty high on everyone’s list after the really serious stuff, like trips to the emergency room, kids dashing into the street while you’re wrestling with unfolding the stroller, or wandering out of your line of…
The Feathered Rose 