Your son in his dressing gown, busking on your street, without having practiced.
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The definition of mortification?
Posted in cormac, motherhood, motherhood bliss, Uncategorized on March 25, 2018| Leave a Comment »
My son at eight
Posted in cormac, motherhood, motherhood bliss, Uncategorized on December 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »
What December looked like in 2017
Posted in babies, cormac, fatherhood, goddamn craft, home, i like walking, motherhood, motherhood bliss, repartnering, school kids, seth, slow parenting, step-parents, work and family (im)balance on December 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »
My children
Posted in cormac, lauca, motherhood, motherhood bliss, school kids, Uncategorized on November 26, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Spring at the beach
Posted in cormac, lauca, motherhood, motherhood bliss, seth, Uncategorized on September 23, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Celebrating the beautiful ordinary
Posted in cormac, home, lauca, me, motherhood, motherhood bliss, seth, Uncategorized, work and family (im)balance on September 23, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Objects found on kitchen tables
Posted in cormac, feminist motherhood, motherhood, motherhood bliss, school kids, Uncategorized on September 18, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Where upon one learns one’s strengths as a parent are apparently not one’s stability and caution. “Things i love my mummy for. I love the way my mummy is crazy and out there”.
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