“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home. “I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.” “Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!” “No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?” “No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!” “A bear?…
We apologise for the interruption, but this evening’s service of steady, measured, insightful writing will instead be supplanted by slightly inappropriate frivolity. I did actually have a plan for tonight’s post. It involved a particular tree and some childhood nostalgia, but instead I accidentally got sucked into an epic Facebook debate in a group for…
Yesterday morning I posted the following on my Facebook page: “We woke up to a changeling in our bed instead of Hawkeye. After two mornings in a row of crying and screaming and kicking and having to wrestle him into his clothes and shoes and stroller, this morning he meekly slid out of bed with…
Hawkeye insisted on walking home today which meant that passing by the shop without going in was guaranteed to provoke a tantrum. Thankfully, he has learned to accept that “ice cream” comes from the fridge at home, not the shop, and can once again be bribed to exit the shop eating just a banana and…
Scene: a child’s bedroom, early in the morning. Mommy is in her dressing gown, perched on the edge of the rocking chair as she helps a young child get dressed. He is very excited about the shirt he just put on. Mommy smiles at him indulgently. Somewhere off stage there is the sound of water…
I finally have a moment to sit down and write out all the indoor parts of this past Friday, the last full day of our holiday in Doolin As you guys already know, The Mister and I took several hours for just the two of us to drive around the country side. But before that,…
I sometimes wash dark and light coloured items together (in a cold wash). I’ve been known to walk while reading on my phone (shhh, don’t tell my husband). I often don’t wait for the pedestrian green light to cross the (dead-end) street next to our house. Hell, I even take short bicycle rides without a…
I really don’t get the opportunity to photograph all the weird ways in which Hawkeye sometimes sleeps as the light conditions generally make it impossible, but I did snap this gem yesterday evening. This is how he fell asleep. After I gradually turned up the light, took the photo, and turned off the light, I…
The Feathered Rose 