The only thing more awkward and frustrating than having to take your three year old to the toilet on a moving train is having to take your three year old to the toilet on a moving train only to be told, at the end, that he really didn't need to go after all. Rose’s parenting wisdoms
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#377 Easter Bunny, Rambo-style
Last Thursday was… well, let’s just say it had some really low lows, and some exceptionally high highs. Both of those events deserve their own posts, but the words are still germinating and marinating and in the meantime, I thought I would share this little gem of a text conversation I had with The Mister…
#373 Conversations with a threenager (continued)
Imagine the scene this morning. The early morning light barely filters into the north-facing apartment, leaving the kitchen and hallways cast in deep shadows while a light blazes in the living room and the bathroom. Daddy is organising his work bag in the living room. Mommy is staring at the mirror in the bathroom, trying…
#371 “I see better from a distance”*
I may have been accidentally prophetic when I insisted on calling my bump “Hawkeye” after my favourite Marvel Avenger. Hawkeye does indeed appear have hawk eyes. Back when he was much smaller, I remember trying to catch him playing with a little stuffed owl toy on video because it looked so adorable. He would hold…
#369 Life goes on
A number of years ago, when my dad was dying, everything stopped. Like pressing pause, everything in my life was put on hold when I got the call to come home. I had been living in Ireland for about a year at that point, so it was inevitable to a certain degree because I couldn’t…
#367 Conversations with a threenager
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…
Day #364 Love Bombing
There are lots of terrible things about going through a crisis, but there are also a few silver linings, one of which is being reminded of how amazing your friends are, especially if you’ve been a little bit absent and stuck in your own little world lately between work and parenting and the holidays. We…
Day #361 The Last Hurrah
The Mister and I have been trying (and failing) to get out to the movies for the last couple of months. We had missed out on Thor: Ragnarock in cinemas and I was determined not to end 2017 without making it to the movies to at least catch the newest Star Wars movie. It is fitting, I think,…
Day #359 The Pirate Parrot
Some time ago Hawkeye’s Aunt Strawberry and her Chap brought Hawkeye this little stuffed parrot back from her holiday in the Canaries. At the time, he wasn’t particularly interested in it (or many other stuffed toys). However in more recent times he’s been quite attached to his growing collection of small animals. I am particular…
Day #358 Better late than never
I finished it! Wooohooo! Finally! Since Hawkeye was born, my crafting has completely come to a stand still. No work with beads, no weaving on the loom, and almost no knitting, the easiest and most portable of all the crafts. I just don’t have the energy. Not even just physical energy, but the mental energy…
Day #357 Joined at the hip
While I got lucky and managed to wrangle days off for the working days between Christmas and New Year, The Mister spent the day WFHing, as they call it in his business. Working from home. In Nana’s house, this means holing himself up on the other living room with his laptop for the day, emerging…
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