Planning a girls’ weekend used to be a simple process. Ten years ago, it was a matter of ringing one’s girlfriends of choice, picking a weekend a month or so in advance, booking accommodation and a nice dinner somewhere, and GOING. Now – well, let’s just say there’s a little more involved. Six months before: … More Countdown to girls’ weekend.
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.
The word is out. Two of my favourite bloggers (coincidentally, two of my favourite Emilies), Emily-Jane Clark of How To Survive a Sleep Thief, and the Emily better known as Toddler Mama of Hold Me, Don’t Hold Me, have joined forces to start a wardrobe revolution. No more selfies of new Mums squeezing into their skinny … More Pyjamas are the new skinny jeans, my friends!
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…
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)
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.
You’ve probably already seen the viral video I’m talking about. It’s been showing up on most of my parent-y pages and groups, usually with a caption along the lines of “OMG you guys have to watch this. It made me laugh then cry! Just forget it’s an ad. The message is still the same! Isn’t … More Why I’m sour on Similac’s so-called sisterhood