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Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. One Day, David Nicholls August Break, Day five.
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Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. One Day, David Nicholls August Break, Day five.
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I can't believe it's been two whole years since he was born, and at the same time I can't imagine ever being without him. Happy birthday Ethan, from your super doting aunt.
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This wee blog is close to celebrating it's one-year blog-aversary so I thought this would be a good time to tell you that I'm in the process of making a few changes to it. Some of them cosmetic (and - I think - very lovely) and
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Apologies for the overload of Ethan images this week on the blog! In order to get it out of my system, I've made a wee slideshow of shots from our Phoenix Park trip. If you haven't already OD-ed on toddler cuteness, feel free to indulge here.
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"Oh look, your lens seems a bit dirty..." "Here, let me clean it for you." "That's much better, right?"
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You know you've had a good weekend when there's a tupperware container of chopped carrots and cucumbers in your bag... Friday, Yvonne and I had a delightfully girly evening of home-made cocktails and home-baked cupcakes. Very Carrie Bradshaw meets Betty Draper. After a trip to see
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Sigh. It's Tuesday, the long weekend is behind us and we have to cram five days work into four. Do you know what might cheer you up? These shots of Ethan and the little Easter baskets we made at the weekend for him to give to his aunts,
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Just a quick note to wish you all a Happy Easter. Hope the bunny brings lots of tasty chocolate treats! I'll be egg hunting with Ethan (weather-permiting), scoffing some choc, and watching my absolute favourite easter movie. Nevermind Fred and Ginger, Fred and Judy were pretty great too.
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Say hello to Captain Socks / Chairman Miaow. He belongs to my friends Sorcha and Eoghan, and they coudn't agree on a name so now he has two. Although these days, I think Sorcha's choice - Captain Socks - has won out. The Captain will come over
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I'm back from the Irish Blog Awards, and although I didn't win (the incredibly deserving Red Mum did), I still had an amazing night with fellow blog ladies Michelle, Pamela and Ciara. Congrats to all the winners, especially Donal, the Beaut.ie girls, Nialler9 and the
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A little while ago, my mum gave me the coolest gift. It was folder containing little scraps, snippets and clippings of my life. She'd been collecting them pretty much since I was born. There was a napkin from my christening party. My first passport. Notes from parent-teacher meetings.
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My borrowed SLR has returned to its owner, so I was flicking through my archives to try and find a photo that summed up how I feel right now, and these vintage wooden "woot" blocks on my bookcase were the closest I came. See, this blog is one