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…
#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…
#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…
#366 The gifts of friendship and the sacrifice of parenting
“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…
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…
Day #351 “I do that myself!” (aka “No, I do it!” part II)
The zippers were bad enough. Watching the little clumsy fingers try to manipulate the two halves of the zip while you stand there mentally tearing your hair out was the worst, right? Wrong. Now he wants to dress himself completely from head to toe. This is fine when he’s just taking off his clothes and putting…
Day #347 Christmas Jazz
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.…
Day #345 Snowflake
Despite having a fairly large vocabulary at this stage, communication with a three year old is still hard work. There is much he does not understand in terms of context and there is much we don’t understand about what goes on in his head to put his answers into the correct context. As such, I have…
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