I appear to be able to tap into greater reserves of patience when I’m out and about with Hawkeye than when I’m stuck at home, so with a weekend all to ourselves, I did the unthinkable and went shopping voluntarily two days in a row, just for fun, on the last weekend before the Christmas holidays.…
Yesterday I mentioned that sometimes I have endless patience as a parent in situations that should by all rights leave me tearing my hair out. Today was not one of those times. Neither is my writing cooperating with me today, with my half-written post intended for today not coming together the way I want it…
Today’s parenting lesson: it’s harder to cut a three year old’s hair than a two year old’s hair. Example A above – I didn’t choose to do this while sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen with the kid in my lap, fully dressed, because in thought it would be comfortable. Let’s just chalk…
SCENARIO A: This morning should have gone something like this: get up at the usual time and stumble through my morning routine come back into the bedroom to help get toddler dressed, ready for creche, and out the door with daddy finish getting dressed for work in peace and quiet. The end result would have been:…
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…
Hello, Internet. Meet Stick. Stick, this is Internet. Stick is our new obsession. Hawkeye’s forever picking out a stick whenever we go to places like a park or a garden and then spends the rest of the time waving it around and turning it into all sorts of imaginary props. The trick for us, most…
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 Feathered Rose 