Tag Archives: Health

#371 “I see better from a distance”*

I may have been accidentally prophetic when I insisted on calling my bump “Hawkeye” after my favourite Marvel Avenger. Hawkeye does indeed appear have hawk eyes. Back when he was much smaller, I remember trying to catch him playing with a little stuffed owl toy on video because it looked so adorable. He would hold…

#366 The gifts of friendship and the sacrifice of parenting

“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…

Day #364 Love Bombing

There are lots of terrible things about going through a crisis, but there are also a few silver linings, one of which is being reminded of how amazing your friends are, especially if you’ve been a little bit absent and stuck in your own little world lately between work and parenting and the holidays. We…

Day #314 Stricken

I’ve been stuck down with the flu, despite getting a flu shot. Lucky me catching one of the less common strains. So, bedridden and achy and thoroughly disgruntled, all I have for you is another result from playing around with Portra. An old photo, this. From when Hawkeye was a baby. I miss napping with…

Day #195 “Do you feel that?”

If you’re hypermobile, chances are you’ve had a conversation like this with a physio at least once in your life: Physio: “Ok, for hip flexor stretches, you can put your right foot forward, left knee on the mat, left hand up, now lean forward, don’t curve your back… that’s perfect. Do you feel that?” Me:…

Day #177 Pillow forts in adulthood

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…

Day #176 A Bear’s Duty and Sacrifice

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…