My husband and I had a rare night off for a friend’s wedding this weekend. Since our amazing babysitter (my Mum, unequivocal legend and child-whisperer extraordinaire) was available to stay overnight, we decided to make a weekend of it and spent nearly 24 hours child-free in total. We drank champagne, we ate, we drank champagne, … More Hungover with kids (Or, Please Please Just Kill Me Now).
Hooray! Another fascinating look into the slightly demented world that is the artistic mind of my five-year-old! He’s started school now, so there’s a constant stream of masterpieces making their way home with him. Some are magnificent in detail. Some are just plain funny. Some are both. I love this guy’s ‘hands in the air … More The crayon is mightier than the sword: Part III (or whatever installment I was up to)
We’ve all heard it. Many of us have probably even said it ourselves. ‘I’m all for breastfeeding, but only if you’re discreet about it’. ‘I support breastfeeding, but it’s a bit much once the kid can walk and talk’. ‘Breastfeeding’s a wonderful thing, but for the sake of modesty you should pump and use a … More If you really support breastfeeding – keep your big ‘but’ to yourself
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
Out of the blue, Boy-Child came at me with some hard-hitting questions about something I care deeply about. He has a bad habit of doing this, and I’m always less than prepared. Boy-Child: Mum. Can you tell me about chicken pox? Me: Chicken pox? That’s a serious illness that used to affect lots of children. … More Goose Pox
I went back to part-time work a couple of weeks ago. Although that’s not in itself a positive thing, one positive thing about work is that I got to pee alone – several times! – while I was there. A second positive thing about work is that I got PAID for the first time in … More The robot slave.
Ext: In a moving car. A child’s voice pipes up from the back seat. Boy-Child (5): I’m pretty brave, hey Mum? Me: (Pause briefly from singing Wiggles medley) Oh, yes. Very! 5: Because I’ve watched some scary shows on TV and didn’t even cry. Me: Mmm? You mean like Scooby-Doo, with the spooks and so … More A ‘horrific’ misunderstanding.
So, I’ve had some problems with my telecommunications at MSTD headquarters this week. In case you weren’t aware, most of my posts are written one-handed on my smartphone while I breastfeed Baby Girl to sleep. (Cue gasps of admiration at my fantastic efficiency and ability to multi-task! Nah, not really, it’s just the only time … More We are experiencing some technical difficulties, please hold.
It’s almost as if she’s heard the stories of her precociously articulate brother, stringing words together at his first birthday party. Baby Girl seems bent on doing the opposite, and at this stage I won’t be surprised if she’s still speaking in an endearing combination of tuneful babble, monosyllabic grunts and mime when she heads … More And so, the child remains stubbornly pre-verbal
So, this story was all over my screen earlier this week. A couple were on their way to hospital for the birth of their second child. Mum told Dad en route, ‘Honey. We’re not going to make it. Pull over!’ (or words to that effect). By the time hubs pulled in to the carpark of … More Heroic dad delivers baby. Mother was probably also there but we can’t be sure.