This is going to be part of a series of learning at home with Hawkeye during the global coronavirus pandemic Hawkeye: On Sunday Mommy and Daddy and me (but not Mr. Darcy our cat) went to the beach. (Mommy: We were responsible and socially distant from everyone else.) Hawkeye: On the beach we collected shells.…
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…
One of the first things I had to learn fairly quickly when I moved to Ireland was a whole new set of places and names. It’s quite amazing how much of such knowledge you take for granted growing up in one place even if you are never forced to learn your fifty states and state…
Do you ever sit there, ready to tear your hair out, rant and kick and scream about the circumstances in which you find yourself, seeing every error you have made that led you to where you are right that second? Yeah that’s what it’s like arguing with a four year old. Once you start down…
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…
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…
Last time my mother was visiting Hawkeye was communicating with very basic sentences and a relatively limited vocabulary. Now, he’s a full blown threenager, and while much of his babble is still in that mysterious language unknown to grownups, there is also a significantly more complex communication going on. Observing natural language acquisition from up close…
I’ve come to realise that there are some parenting things I’m surprisingly good at. For example, I have discovered that sometimes I seem to tap some secret, bottomless well of patience in circumstances where, some inner detached part of me observes, I should by all rights be losing the plot and tearing my hair out.…
The Feathered Rose 