Tag Archives: parenting

#410 Finding peace (28)

There is something tranquil about being able to watch your child fall asleep as they finally lose the battle to keep their eyes open. Their eyelashes flutter closed. Their forehead smooths out, and a sense of peace flows over the whole scene. Given the inherent nature of this sight, I therefore find it deeply and…

#409 Alternative Facts (27)

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…

#406 ‘Twas the night before Christmas (24)

‘Twas the night before Christmas and everything was finally ready. The gifts were all wrapped under the tree, having multiplied at the last minute and most of them suspiciously bearing the name of Hawkeye. The cookies and the milk have been set out for Santa and carrots for Rudolph. We considered leaving an actual half-eaten…

#403 The Mystery Bandit’s Ghost (21)

A twelve-hour day at the office doesn’t really inspire top notch blog writing afterward but on the other hand I’m buoyed by the knowledge that I’m now finished with work for a whole two weeks. I just need to stay awake long enough to write something. Staying awake is, in fact, something that would have…

#402 Not again! (20)

Ok, in all honestly, it’s nowhere near as bad as the giant sticker of a large tarantula to which I was subjected earlier this month, but still unpleasant. There I am, minding my own business, helping Hawkeye take off his shirt at bedtime, when BAM, my hand jerks away as my brain reels in panicked…

#400 My darling, clementine (18)

Apples. Bananas. Grapes. Grapes. Apples. Bananas. Bananas. Grapes. Apples. These are the fruits my kid eats. And honestly, grapes are very hit or miss. No strawberries, no oranges, no peaches, no plums, no kiwis, no melons, no…. well, you get the idea. Hawkeye is what is commonly known as “a fussy eater”. I have repeatedly…

#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…