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…
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.…
Me: *critically examines own fingernails* Why won’t my nails grow faster? Also me, an hour later: *balances precariously on the edge of toddler’s cot, ignoring the uncomfortable edge of the bed rail under my backside and the drool around the flashlight in my mouth, leans in further, trying to crane neck at a 90 degree angle…
I have an old teddy bear that’s travelled all over with me since a a close friend of mine gifted it to me for Valentine’s Day my second year of high school. That makes Teddy old enough to drink in America and run for public office in Ireland. He’s even had at least one heart…
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…
Today we had our first visit to the dentist with Hawkeye. There was no specific need behind it, just the idea of exposing him to going to the dentist, reminding him about the importance of brushing his teeth, and making sure there was nothing blindingly obvious going on inside his mouth that we weren’t aware…
The theme of the weekend is clearly word play, whether drunk or sober. One of Hawkeye’s long time favourite toys is his tool box set from IKEA. The IKEA DUKTIG range is everywhere. Aside from owning one, I have run across the main kitchen unit in our creche, in waiting rooms, in various public play…
There’s too much going on, too much to do, too much work and generally not enough sleep. So instead of a proper post, I dug out an older video I forgot to post on my Facebook back in September when I first filmed it. It was a relatively cold yet clear day and Nana brought…
Yes, we all survived the storm-once-known-as-Hurricane Ophelia, though the disruption to the whole country has been fairly massive, even in areas where there was little more than a few downed trees from the wind. Schools were once again closed across the country today from an overabundance of caution, to allow for checking of any potential…
Friday the 13th seems like an appropriate time in October to begin talking about Halloween. The decorations have started going up. Pumpkins are popping up in windows. Shops have cleared their seasonal sections to fill them with costumes. This house on our way to creche was the first one to decorate. They have embraced the…
This is the story of what actually prompted “The Cursed Fork” post from two days ago. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the absurdity to write it up initially, and then I was stymied by figuring out what spelling best captured what was actually being uttered. We haven’t had much in the way of problems…
The Feathered Rose 