But Apparently Need Saying: Don’t Poison the Puppy In her defence, she didn’t actually mean to poison the dog. She was simply having a minor meltdown over the outrageous injustice of not being allowed her iPad at the table. To put this into context: she has never been allowed her iPad at the table. ThisContinue reading “Things I wish could go unsaid”
Tag Archives: Humour
Neurodivergent puppy
The Puppy Is Possibly Neurodivergent I am beginning to think that we have ended up with an autistic puppy. I mentioned this to another dog owner and was informed that all dogs are autistic. Learn something new every day. He definitely has ADHD and access to the same endless energy supply that the child soContinue reading “Neurodivergent puppy”
Instruction unclear…
We are still (how long does the land shark stage last?!) trying to convince our puppy that body parts are not chew toys and that he is not to ‘mouth’ us. That’s such a cute term to have a carnivorous predator with a mouth full of needle sharp teeth latch onto your extremities and gnawContinue reading “Instruction unclear…”
Three Dogs in a Trenchcoat
Because we have questions over how to train our puppy to be a service dog, and frankly how to train it so it doesn’t eat its own poop and to come back when called we hired a trainer. She’s a lovely lady who is accredited to train therapy dogs, great. She is local and happyContinue reading “Three Dogs in a Trenchcoat”
It’s just a difference
My fae child has a diverse group of friends, and observing them in their natural habitat (my house) is rapidly becoming my favourite branch of amateur anthropology. I am fortunate that I like all her friends and their parents. This means that, during play dates, we parents can sit in the kitchen with a cuppa,Continue reading “It’s just a difference”
Correlation or causation?!
My husband and I were talking to — or more accurately, in front of — our daughter today when it occurred to me that I’m genuinely not sure whether all the small things we’ve ever been responsible for are naturally incapable of surviving on their own, or if we emit some strange aura that turnsContinue reading “Correlation or causation?!”
Conversations with my child
Conversations With My Fae Child (or: Why I Should Really Carry a Rosetta Stone) I know that having conversations with neurotypical children would tell you that half of this is perfectly normal, but since my daughter decided that speaking was something she might dabble in (a hobby she’s really only committed to for the pastContinue reading “Conversations with my child”
I think they are sharing a brain
When my fae daughter was a toddler, she had an affinity for rocks. And not in the whimsical, fairy-child, “I appreciate geology” sort of way. No. She had a deep and meaningful relationship with rocks—one that involved collecting them, cherishing them, and attempting to consume them like some kind of mineral-obsessed goat. I’ve mentioned thisContinue reading “I think they are sharing a brain”
Trending upwards
We survived half term. I’d love to say we thrived, but honesty compels me to admit we’re merely trending upwards from a week of meltdowns and screaming matches. If I’m told to “go in the bin” one more time, I might actually take the advice and move into the recycler like Oscar from Sesame Street.Continue reading “Trending upwards”
It’s not 9 am
This week is half term. I hate half terms. They’re not long enough to form a new routine and just long enough to destroy the old one. I do recognise that both kids and teachers need the break (I taught long enough to know the thousand-yard stare of week-seven exhaustion). My daughter—who adores school—is usuallyContinue reading “It’s not 9 am”
Raising the Modern Fae 