The small fella needed to renew his passport. A true sign of the times when you're not even four and you're already on your second piece of international documentation. The photos made for a fun comparison - our little man, more 'himself' now with his curly head and emerging freckles and still-little nose. Much less … Continue reading This Constant, Lingering Sense of Grief
I Mother
Thinking Of Taking The Plunge
We all have a few pals in that place where they're pondering whether or not they want to have a baby. Ever. For some it's a clear-cut decision, but for others it's a real quandary. It often comes down to one core question - will I regret not having a baby in the future? It's … Continue reading Thinking Of Taking The Plunge
Ominous Talk. I Love It!
Liveline's on the telly. It must be a national emergency. We are on the cusp of a blizzard, you see. A snow blizzard. And while some might label this predicament as 'being Canadian', here in Ireland it's weather alert time of the highest order - RED - and at 4pm the majority of the country … Continue reading Ominous Talk. I Love It!
You Can’t Keep A ‘Real Me’ Down
'I had a whole life before you came along, you know'; something my mother often informed us of when we were small. We didn't believe her though. Most photographic said-evidence was in black & white and tarnished by other-era styling. It looked more like an air-brushed version of our mother's face had been stuck onto … Continue reading You Can’t Keep A ‘Real Me’ Down
When Nothing Much Happens
Winter is upon us. I don't particularly announce this because our calendar tells us so, more because - in this house at least - we're finally feeling it in our bones. So, for this week, we've gone into hibernation mode. It's easy to hibernate in the Burren. It's been four days since we left the … Continue reading When Nothing Much Happens
That Vying For ‘Me’ Time
Stockholm Syndrome. I have it. Definition: Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor. (Google Dictionary). It occurred to me on Saturday, when I was happily driving out the road from Gort - a few jobs under my belt, shop done for Sunday dinner, … Continue reading That Vying For ‘Me’ Time
As Long As We’re Out, Together
How's your date life? Lacking in excitement? Last on the list after 'use a night cream consistently' and 'do more crafty-type-stuff with the kids'? If you're not nodding enthusiastically, frankly, I don't want to hear from you. You will only make me feel inadequate and elderly and my husband may want to swap us. Or, … Continue reading As Long As We’re Out, Together
Her Days May Be Numbered
I always feel a little melancholy as Summer begins to come to an end. I get angsty as each GAA senior county championship match gets played and another tier is eradicated. We've only got the All-Ireland finals left now - a sure sign that Autumn has his feet well settled under the table. We've now … Continue reading Her Days May Be Numbered
Time To Unfold
So the boy has been starkers since approximately 6.30pm last night. He didn't fancy putting on his pyjamas, wasn't pushed when it came to getting dressed this morning and is now happily enjoying a post-lunch nap, au natural. In fairness, it's been business as usual with him. Meal-time eagerness was not effected. The usual (incessant) … Continue reading Time To Unfold
We Went To The Beach Today
I'm not the world's biggest fan of going to the beach. I'm not a swimmer and even if I was, what body was created to tolerate the excruciating cold of any water that manages to defrost enough to lap against the Irish coastline? Sand is a curse, wind factor abominable and outlook for sunshine? Dismal. … Continue reading We Went To The Beach Today
