Letter To My 2 Year Old

Letter To My 2 Year Old

Dear Puddin,

I’m not very good with face to face but I have something I want to tell you, something you need to know. The easiest way for me to tell you is to write to you.

Right now, you’re two years old. You’re small, smart and stubborn. Most of that you get from me. I’m not sure if that makes me sorry or proud. I’m mostly proud. You’re funny, a messer and such an entertainer. This you get from your dad. I take no responsibility for that! Each day you learn something new. You pick things up so quickly it scares me. You have so much potential, you will be amazing no matter what you decide to do with your life.

You are so alert, you miss nothing. The soother we’ve hidden or the play doh I hate, the buttons or grapes you want before dinner. You see it all. There are some things I wish you wouldn’t see, things I wish you didn’t have to see. Read more

Central Intelligence

Central Intelligence

This one wasn’t my choice but my brothers but I picked the screening. It was a special showing put on as a fundraiser for Carlow Mental Health Association. It was a full house and because I don’t do well in crowds, it made me a little uncomfortable. But it was for a good cause so I tried to grin and bear it! The ticket cost €10 and it covered the cinema ticket, a drink, crisps, pick n mix sweets and fruit, your choice. There was a speech by the cinema manager aka Husband, the organiser Susan, and the chair of the association. Then it got really uncomfortable. There are 2 words that are guaranteed to make me squirm in a public place. Audience participation. Our newly elected mayor led us in a clappy, dancy, Icelandic soccer thing that I still don’t understand, to the beat of Pharrell Williams Happy. I have never been so uncomfortable or mortified in my whole entire life!!! It was not pleasant! Stupid good causes!

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