The four of them glanced at each other, hush settling in.
The man ran one hand down his beard, and Eoin took a shallow breath, waiting. 2,473 more words
People often say that, when you have a second child, you don’t really get the same benefit from maternity leave as you do with the first: you can’t nap when the baby does (if the baby does nap at a convenient time and place, that is, and I’m smelling a lot of “if” coming off that plan), you can’t just slop around the house in your pyjamas with your similarly pyjama-ed baby because there’s another vocal person who needs to be taken out and entertained. 268 more words
My friend Una was visiting Boston this past weekend, newly engaged, and therefore I needed to pull out all the stops. Freshly back from Minnesota I didn’t have time to get some bubbly on ice, so I did a whirlwind tour of the supermarket to cobble together a picnic (sparkling cider has bubbles!) while Papa took the boys to swim class. 233 more words