If you ever find yourself in the deep, dark wood and a mouse offers to play poker with you, I highly recommend that you politely say no and get the hell out of there. The mouse will take you for all you’ve got. The mouse knows where it’s at. When it comes to poker, knowing…
I first thought it was cheating a little bit to reuse the same photo from yesterday, when I didn’t have time to write out the post that was meant to accompany it, but then I remembered – my blog, my rules! The Mister snapped this photo yesterday of Darcy perched next to me on the…
There are thoughts that go with this photo! I have them, I swear. I’m just not awake enough to drag then out of the foggy depths of my brain. So I’m just going to leave the photo here for now and faceplant my pillow. I will come back to the narrative. Anther day.
It pretty well remarked upon in parenting circles that there’s something magical about that new baby smell (when it’s not emanating from the nappy area). There is even a growing body of scientific literature about how this may, in fact, work together with the hormonal changes a new mother’s brain undergoes to help strengthen the…
Hawkeye and I took advantage of a sunny morning to have brunch outside in a nearby popular restaurant. I order food and a cappuccino. The waiter brings coloured pencils and paper with the outline of two trolls on it together with my drink and the sugar bowl. I immediately pick up the sugar bowl to…
The code word of the weekend is minimum effort. Whatever it takes to get through Saturday and Sunday with a rambunctious, rocket-powered toddler and two wrung-out, sick parents. Whether it’s ice cream for breakfast or dinner in front of the TV, if a token effort to dissuade the wee beastie isn’t working, I am taking…
“Oh-ho, Oh-ho A haon, a dó…” Today, my toddler made up a song with Irish counting words, fed a biscuit to a crocodile, and politely shared a ride on another toddler’s balance bike with minimal intervention from grown-ups. I would feel inordinately proud of how little effort I spent on parenting during these moments if…
The world is slowly tilting away from seeing fathers solely as “the head of the family”, “the providers”, or those cold and distant authoritarian disciplinarians to, well… seeing them as fathers, with all the guts and glory that it entails. What does that mean? Well, it means accepting fathers as full partners in this whole…
^^ Two very important lessons there, kids. 1) Don’t make the animals sick. 2) The zoo has priorities and you are not it. Thanks once again to the Google Awesome algorithm for assembling the video clip without any effort on my part. Yes, those are mud-bathing ostriches in the second video. What’s a scorcher in…
The Feathered Rose 