Hey, it looks like I’ve picked up a few new likers and followers today! And if I’m not mistaken, some of you are neither close friends nor blood relatives of mine! Welcome, and thanks for reading. I’d love to know how you came upon my little blog, so I can work out what I did … More Hello, strangers!
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.
Well, maybe they do. But they certainly don’t make a good long-term investment for that purpose. (I was being all industrious this morning and filling the slow-cooker instead of dawdling over coffee while the kids ate breakfast. I was actually thinking how cute it was that Boy-child was singing to baby girl to keep her … More Bananas do not make good drumsticks.
Well, as of this week I’ve been at this parenting gig for five years. In most vocations this would probably put me in a position of some seniority. I’d be a specialist, or at least be competent enough to work without direct supervision. Sadly, five years of parenthood has not rendered me an expert. On … More Mysteries of childrearing
It’s been an awesome week for memorable musings, mumblings and outbursts from my four-year-old. Here are the highlights. Sunday Having just visited the petting zoo, at which he ignored all the cute and interesting baby goats, pigs and cows in favour of cuddling two adult chooks. Daddy: Hey mate, what have you guys been up … More Seven days of strange conversations
Art can be a great way for kids to express their emotions. Or to menace their parents with thinly-veiled threats. Or just to confuse and/or embarrass them on paper. 1. My son and I had some differences of opinion the other morning about whether AC/DC is acceptable breakfast music, whether undies really need to be … More The crayon is mightier than the sword: Part 1
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 nephew, photos for Nan, money for stamps. … More Fun with kids: posting mail in 21 easy steps.
As my husband said approvingly: ‘Well, that should save you a good couple of hours a day!’. I took offense, but then I realised he was probably right. I’ve been getting sucked down that rabbit hole for minutes at a time, many times a day, ignoring my kids, reading and sharing stuff that feels really … More I quit Facebook today.
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I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion. I was born in New Jersey and live in Italy, the Jersey of Europe.
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