Love makes the world go wonky…
I chickened out! What a wimp. It’s Tuesday night and I’m right this very moment supposed to be squashed up against some muscley hunk dancing bachata somewhere in the city. But where am I?...
Author: Muuka
just one more pair of boots…
Ah, Salsa. How I love to dance. As I mentioned last week, I was getting myself all geared up for the Maynooth weekend Salsa school. I’ve been going there every June since its inception...
an end to holidays.
I think I can now safely say that after six plane trips and dozens of car rides with Roz, she is a very easy baby to travel with. We’re finally back from our mini...
All’s well that ends…
This last week, Roz and I were exploring the art (or should that be language?) of baby signing. Very basically, baby sign language came from observations that the children of deaf parents are able...
when sorry seems to be the hardest of words.
Margaret Laurence once said, “In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.” I can most definitely say that when I was growing up, my family...
what’s in a name….
It’s a funny thing about names. You never know how important they are until someone forgets it, or calls you by a different one. In my tribe, when a child is born, they have...
home sweet, sunny home.
Well, after two glorious weeks, we are all back in Ireland. Apologies for missing a week before we left. I was just so busy that I couldn’t think straight! Anyhoo, the thing I dreaded...
me and my crazy, sleepless world
It’s been a busy and sleep-deprived week. With one week left before heading off for our two weeks of sun holidays, Roz has decided that not only will she not co-operate in giving mommy...
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