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
Motherhood
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
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
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
A Little Pink Never Hurt Anyone
Peppa Pig. If you have children in your life, you may already have formed feelings on this particular little piggy. My toddler loves her. Right now Peppa is up there - with Thomas, Ben & Holly and Kiva. My husband, not so much. Me? Officially I don't like my toddler watching too much television. I'd … Continue reading A Little Pink Never Hurt Anyone
Spreading Some Self-Love Vibes
I quite like Valentine's. But maybe it's easy for me. I have a lovely husband willing to take me out for dinner - yes, public dinner on Valentine's night, when any self-respecting in-a-long-term-relationship person should be being all anti-Valentine's... What a sweetheart. It's important to have love in your life - but it doesn't have … Continue reading Spreading Some Self-Love Vibes
I. Heart. Coffee.
I. Heart. Coffee. And I know I'm not alone. I love the smell, I love the taste, I love the ceremony - I love the way it makes me feel, I love the comfort it brings, I love the promise it makes that life is good and will keep getting better. Because that's the power … Continue reading I. Heart. Coffee.
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