After 365 days of posting photos / blogging without fail, I am shocked to discover that I am finding it difficult to stick to a weekly posting schedule. A part of it is exactly the reason that I forced myself to stick to the 365-day self-imposed regimen even when some people encouraged me to not…
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…
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…
There are the days when the words won’t stop coming. And then there are all the days when they don’t appear at all. Sometimes there simply isn’t anything to say. You can fill the space with noise and distraction but the spirit is empty and the substance is hollow. Other times, you have words exploding…
Last time my mother was visiting Hawkeye was communicating with very basic sentences and a relatively limited vocabulary. Now, he’s a full blown threenager, and while much of his babble is still in that mysterious language unknown to grownups, there is also a significantly more complex communication going on. Observing natural language acquisition from up close…
“Wait I’m confused,” mum said to me in the middle of our conversation this evening. “Why are you ordering a camel for your phone?” “No, that’s not what I said. I said the camel is holding up my phone until I can get a new case for it, which I just ordered.” So yes, this is…
The day began around 7:20 am when I woke up to my husband’s alarm going off. No wait, the day began around 5am when I woke up to the sound of crying through the baby monitor. I stumbled out of bed to go and get the crying toddler and bring him into our bed. I…
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…
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…
When you need to discuss dinner options without getting your toddler over-excited about something you might not wish to promise: “What did you give him for dinner yesterday?” “Uh…. digits of piscine creatures.” “Riiiiiiigh. Well, today he’s getting a circular cut of dough with shredded dairy and porcine bits.” “Ok. Oh! There are also strips…
A few days ago I published a post, Day #259 He said, she said: the gender wars, about my reaction to the news that Yale was doing away with the official term “freshman” in favour of the more neutral “first-year student.” A couple of days later I received an email from my mother with an…
The Feathered Rose 