… could be solved by harnessing the power of toddlers. It’s an endlessly renewable source! Long-lasting! Keeps going long after your sub-par, adult-sized batteries have started to sputter! This is the steps counter from my husband’s phone today. He did not go anywhere without Hawkeye and the rhythm of our day is clearly visualised in…
Today’s post was dangerously close to just being: Day #119: Hot Tub. Physio. The End. That’s not really very interesting or insightful, even if it would have succeeded in ticking the “best parts of the day” box before the day was even half-done. But let’s be honest, brevity is never my thing, so I was contemplating…
My husband is eagerly awaiting the day he can pull out all of his old Lego from the attic and introduce them to Hawkeye. In the meantime, he’s enjoying constructing bizarre and//or awesome creations with our accumulated store of Duplo. I love seeing what sort of inventions he comes up with and I already have a…
Today was a rainy day. A lazy rainy day. The height of our adventure was making it out of the house with my friend and my toddler to go to the National Gallery of Ireland workshop as a way of passing the time. This makes today’s post as best time as any to introduce Hawkeye’s…
We spent some time tossing around handfuls of cherry blossom petals in the breeze this evening. Hard to believe that one upon a time this kid wouldn’t even stand on a grassy surface with his shoes on! He’s always been unusually neat (for a toddler) and fussy about textures. It took us months to get…
Attending a religious service with a small child can be a beautiful, uplifting, inspiring, and a very, very stressful experience. It’s been a while since I’ve done it and I have to say after today I’m not in a hurry to do it again soon. Last time, in fact, Hawkeye was not yet fully walking and…
It had to happen sometime. A public toddler meltdown in a restaurant. In the list of parenting nightmares, this is pretty high on everyone’s list after the really serious stuff, like trips to the emergency room, kids dashing into the street while you’re wrestling with unfolding the stroller, or wandering out of your line of…
It is crisp and breezy. The trees around the worn out basketball court are rustling (actually, I want to use my favourite word that I learned from Terry Pratchett here – susurrating). The sky is mostly grey but is occasionally punctuated by diffused sunshine that makes it through the thinner parts of the cloud cover.…
The Feathered Rose 