RebeccaKeenan : MyBlogHer Profile

First it’s bodies hovering and leaping and flopping all around. “Don’t jump over the baby. Don’t jump over the baby. Don’t jump over the baby.” Then it’s nurse the baby, change the baby, cajole the kids into getting dressed. It’s the trial and error process of discovering which of her two or more dozen shirts is the one that Irene will deign to wear today. It’s trying to convince Colum that sitting still and concentrating is actually faster than flinging your body across your bed super hero-style.  Read more >

Easter means, Winter’s last snow, more times than not, and coughs and colds and sniffles. New running shoes and spring jackets and rolling up my sleeves for a good spring clean. Fish and chips on Good Friday. Lots and lots of chocolate. Bunnies. Spring chicks and ducklings, too, but mostly bunnies.  Read more >