Kids, hey? They’re adorable, right? With all their hilarious antics and inability to even slightly care what other people think? I know my two are pretty much a laugh a minute – well, the minutes in between the seemingly constant streams of meal preparation and bodily fluids – and it’s mostly unintentional on their part. … More You only get away with this stuff because you’re a kid, kids.
Lucky me! I’m a guest of the lovely Yvette at Big Trouble in Little Nappies today. Thrilled to be able to share this post, which may be familiar to those who’ve been with me for a while, and which sums up my slap-dash parenting approach for those who haven’t. Please go check it out, and … More The perfectly imperfect parents’ club: I’m now a card-carrying member.
So, thanks to my very exciting recent experience of being featured on Freshly Pressed, I’ve got a bunch of new followers. Welcome, everyone! I’ll let you know how to dress and behave shortly, please note the rules of Fight Club state that we don’t talk about Fight Club, Kool Aid is over there but don’t … More New here? Read this!
Dear Sister Veronica, We’d like to thank you for taking Boy Child under your wing during his first term of school. Prep can be a difficult adjustment for many kids, and the fact that we’ve chosen a religious school has meant that he’s had to adapt to more than just the class routines. As you … More Dear Sister Veronica: Thank you, and we’re sorry.
Originally posted on Mummy Spits the Dummy:
1. Load kids in car. Start car, open garage. 2. Unload kids. Go back inside, change dirty nappy. Repeat step 1. 3. Listen to ‘Hey Jude’ over and over en route to post office, as per four-year-old Boy-Child’s request. 4. Assemble letter-posting supplies: Letters, envelopes, gift card for…
So, a little while ago we went on a holiday. Not our usual two-hour-drive-to-stay-with-family holiday. A proper, get-passports-for-the-children, arrange-a-petsitter, crikey-we-really-need-some-more-adequate-suitcases holiday, to stay with some dear friends in fabulous Singapore. To say we loved our time there would be a massive understatement. To say we coped well with the process of getting ourselves there and … More Dos and don’ts of travel with small humans
(Guest post! Poster may or may not be pre-verbal, so I’ve taken the liberty of transcribing the gist of her message. Enjoy!) You know, I’ve been told I’m gorgeous enough times now that I don’t need any more convincing. (I’m also sweet, funny, whimsical, and have great climbing skills if you’d like some variety when … More How to be a toddler fashionista.
I know what you’re thinking. Mums are easy to spot. The bags under the eyes and the presence of juveniles tends to give it away. Well, you’re right of course. But sometimes Mums attempt to travel incognito. You may come across them at the gym, at work, or very occasionally at a shopping centre or … More The Mother, and how to spot her in the wild
I really thought living at our house would have better prepared them for mealtimes involving loud noises, food flying through the air, unintelligible shouting and open flames, but no. … More The teppanyaki incident
Oh, how I wish I could go back to the days when I was a parenting expert. Before I had to live with actual children, I had all the answers to all the childrearing questions – even if nobody bothered to ASK me the questions, tsk! So much unsolicited advice and silent judgement. So many … More I was once a paragon of parenting. Then I had kids and ruined it.