“My giraffe!” “What, honey?” “My giraffe!” “But you have your giraffe. It’s right here.” “Noooooo. My other giraffe.” “But… they’re both the same, honey. They’re identical.” “No! The other giraffe, mommy! Want my other giraffe!” I picked up his giraffe, went to the other room, put Giraffe #1 on the bed, picked up Giraffe #2 from the bed,…
Toilet training means a lot more laundry. It’s sensible therefore to stock up on some essentials like socks and pandapants underpants. It wasn’t until I got home though that I realised this pack of socks is labelled with the days of the week. All I could think of, while managing a cranky and strongly-opinionated toddler…
I can’t get enough of watching my husband and my son from behind, walking hand in hand. If they’re walking, I marvel at the fact that these are both mine. My boys. If Hawkeye is running after daddy, then he is still running with that awkward, uneven (and so adorable) toddler gait with his arms…
You can try to stop adulting for a bit, but you actually can’t stop parenting. ~ The Feathered Rose Day #197 I said that in yesterday’s post. I also said that this is when a partner can step in and take over for a while to give you a chance to recover. I had cause to…
Results of first tentative foray into toilet training a toddler:
I heard the warnings early on, when Hawkeye was just an infant. If you find that he becomes attached to something particular…. make sure you have a spare, or three. Nothing quite like the end-of-the-world crisis because you lost your child’s favourite irreplaceable comfort item. I decided to be proactive about this problem. From very…
Last summer Hawkeye spent most of his time at home barefoot. He was one and a half and had a single-minded determination to explore everything around him. That was just before the “terrible twos” really hit full force. This summer Hawkeye is two and a half. He’s a fully grown toddler with strong opinions on everything,…
I sometimes wash dark and light coloured items together (in a cold wash). I’ve been known to walk while reading on my phone (shhh, don’t tell my husband). I often don’t wait for the pedestrian green light to cross the (dead-end) street next to our house. Hell, I even take short bicycle rides without a…
I really don’t get the opportunity to photograph all the weird ways in which Hawkeye sometimes sleeps as the light conditions generally make it impossible, but I did snap this gem yesterday evening. This is how he fell asleep. After I gradually turned up the light, took the photo, and turned off the light, I…
The other day Hawkeye and I were in the garden. He was busy doing very important toddler things, which as far as I can tell involve moving around dirt and mulch from one spot to another. I was busy trying to ignore him as best as I safely could. His imagination is far better than…
The Feathered Rose 