Maybe How Old knows me better than I know myself. #12yearsold4lyf Harlow has this way of replacing the first consonant or two in some words with ‘fw’ – hence cream becomes fweam, promise becomes fwomise, Granma becomes Fwanma and so on. It’s obviously very cute and the day she stops doing it will […]
The memory is vivid in my mind. One little body versus one comparatively huge car. This story has a happy ending. I wonder if I could tell it if it did not. It was school pick-up. I was ten, maybe eleven years old? I was sitting in the front passenger seat beside my mother […]
Oh, darling children of mine. You are very much wanted and loved. But could you just go over there while I drink in the corner alone. TY.
You think gastro is the worst plague that can befall your house and then you get nits….
When Luca was newborn, it awakened the poet in me. Each day, my heart wrote sonnets for this baby boy. For a whole year, we were a love song duet. I can't remember ever being happier. When Ziggy arrived almost two and half years later, the exhaustion of motherhood felt heavier, and juggling two […]
This is a sponsored post for Europcar Australia Christmas 2013. We were driving from Melbourne to Sydney. 10+ hours in the vehicle. With three children. How hard could it be? Well, we assumed it would be quite hard and so we took what we thought were excellent precautionary measures. We planned ahead and felt confident […]
So I’m really uptight about carseats for kids. In particular, I am uptight about them being installed properly. Naturally, I’m worried about safety and also, about Bren getting it right. Poor Bren. He is actually a very competent human being, but his competency is no match for my uptightness. And then there was the […]
So here I was thinking that today was World Middle Child Day and wouldn't that be the perfect time to write a little something about my very own middle child, my Ziggy. Then I discovered it was actually yesterday. Oh. No matter. It's high time we had a chat about Zig. And the reason […]