Tag Archives: Humour

#394 Sick day, the third (12)

“Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” This is how I’m usually greeted when I collect Hawkeye from creche at the end of the day, accompanied by a dash at top speed and a crushing bear hug. Lately, I’ve taken to preemptively dropping down to one knee and bracing myself for the onslaught. Some things are predictable, you see. “Let’s go…

#389 Christmas overload: Ho-ho-holy sh*t! (7)

These days, when Hawkeye and I have to walk home from the train station (about twenty or twenty five minutes at the pace of a mommy, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired four year old) or when I need to distract him from the deplorable absence of biscuits on the bus, I pass the time by having him look for…

#381 Rolling Rrrrrs

While getting dressed myself this morning I overheard Hawkeye talking to the Mister while getting dressed in his own room with daddy’s help: “I’m now a lion wobot.” “You mean, you’re a robot.” “Lion rwobot,” Hawkeye sounded out more carefully. Ever mindful of my failure as a bilingual parent to pass on a second language…

#377 Easter Bunny, Rambo-style

Last Thursday was… well, let’s just say it had some really low lows, and some exceptionally high highs. Both of those events deserve their own posts, but the words are still germinating and marinating and in the meantime, I thought I would share this little gem of a text conversation I had with The Mister…

#373 Conversations with a threenager (continued)

Imagine the scene this morning. The early morning light barely filters into the north-facing apartment, leaving the kitchen and hallways cast in deep shadows while a light blazes in the living room and the bathroom. Daddy is organising his work bag in the living room. Mommy is staring at the mirror in the bathroom, trying…

#367 Conversations with a threenager

I missed my self-appointed deadline yesterday to blog at least one a week by Tuesday evening, but in my defense, 2018 has kicked off in a spectacularly horrible fashion, and it just slipped my mind last night. However I intend to be as unforgiving to myself as possible. As there is a desperate need for…

Day #351 “I do that myself!” (aka “No, I do it!” part II)

The zippers were bad enough. Watching the little clumsy fingers try to manipulate the two halves of the zip while you stand there mentally tearing your hair out was the worst, right? Wrong. Now he wants to dress himself completely from head to toe. This is fine when he’s just taking off his clothes and putting…