Ladies and gentlemen, my husband strikes once again with his quick thinking and silver tongue. This is not the first time we’ve had such a problem. Last year we went to great lengths to avoid any situations where our toddler got to see a clock in public because, as was totally normal for his stage…
Several weeks ago The Mister and I, along with our toddler, visited the house of a friendly couple who were expecting a baby shortly. In the time honoured tradition of which I had been a beneficiary myself previously, I pulled out any useful things I had left from Hawkeye’s infancy and passed them over to…
I’m not very good at gifts. I actually get pretty stressed about this whenever it comes to birthdays or Christmas because I hate buying gifts just for the sake of having something to give when I’m really not certain that it’s something the other person really wants. However, sometimes inspiration or serendipity strikes and I…
I never get tired of watching The Mister play with Hawkeye. I always knew he would make a good father. I had plenty of time to observe him with small kids and he always seemed at ease with them – something I often envied. I am not, by nature, a baby person. I don’t relate well…
“When did his feet get so big?” I asked The Mister today when we were out shopping for wellies. His first pair of wellies! I kept thinking to myself. “I dunno. I mean, we keep feeding him, and he keeps growing. Maybe that’s our problem?” What stunned me today is that when I zeroed in on…
Apropos to yesterday’s post, we were back on even keep this morning, together with Guard Bear keeping a watchful eye on Conor the Camel.
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:…
The Mister is a fan of witty and clever t-shirts, and this one – a gift from his sister – is a frequent favourite. I’m not sure, however, that I can ever look at it again now thanks to the dark, devious, and twisted thinking of our toddler. Let’s be honest – no one really…
“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home. “I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.” “Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!” “No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?” “No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!” “A bear?…
The Feathered Rose 