Having been blessed with three children, twins followed by a singleton, the stubborn determination to lose leftover pregnancy kilos is not a foreign concept to me. It’s one I’ve grappled with, raged about, and at times tortured myself over, with every beleaguered step on my well worn treadmill.
But in the years and more recently Continue reading
– From the (master)mind of a toddler
Walking – aka modern day bait and switch
Ok so you were right. I suppose I can see the merits of this walking thing. Take a few wobbly steps, bask in the glory of my own brilliance, graciously accept praise, cuddles Continue reading
I’d just like to thank the good people at Bunnings Warehouse for nearly killing my children.
Now, to be fair, usually on an outing to Bunnings I am quite capable of nearly killing my own children. Continue reading
I mentioned recently that my best ever friend in the long, extensive and tumultuous world history of best friends, is expecting her first baby in July. I’m pretty excited because, frankly, we have a small gang to populate and it’s about time she started pulling her weight. Not to mention, the idea of having mini me’s and mini her’s running around together becoming mini us’s, is pretty all-time. Continue reading
And I’m not cool with it.
It feels like yesterday I was being handed a tiny, squawky, shmoo covered baby who looked up at me with big blue eyes, a wrinkley pink forehead and promptly shat on me.
What with such an inauspicious start, I was hopeful that my little baby Continue reading
Dads are cool.
Dads have an innate ability for idiocy. They can throw further, jump higher and run faster. Caution, caveat ahead; in and of itself, it’s not that hard to throw further, jump higher or run faster than me. Just saying. Continue reading
Of all my very favourite things about having littles and being a stay at home mum, dinner time is not one of them.
In fact. I hate dinner. There I said it.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have a strange phobia Continue reading