Picture this: You’re at work. A colleague from another office arrives. You haven’t seen her in a while. She was quite slim last time you met, but seems to have gained a few kilos. Actually… now that you look at her closely… is that a BUMP under her dress?! Oh boy! She might be PREGNANT! … More No, not pregnant, but thanks for asking! (Said no woman ever).
The proprietors of Chatz cafe in Gympie have defended themselves against the ‘cruel’ backlash they’ve received since their long-standing policy regarding ‘modest’ breastfeeding made the news last week. ‘It’s simple’, stated proprietor Yuan Miller, who is also the Pastor of the adjoining Victory Church. ‘We never said we were banning breastfeeding. Even WE know that would be … More Breastfeeding Welcome Here (as long as we don’t have to SEE it, ick!)
The best part about being a modern parent with Internet access is how you learn from the mistakes of others, so you can do a better job of raising your children than they have. Just kidding! You only learn from your own mistakes, because you simply won’t credit other parents’ stupidity when they demonstrate ahead of … More Pro Tips for Rookie Parents (Or, How Not To Mess It Up The Way I Did)
Big week this week at Mummy Spits the Dummy! First, I’m over on one of my favourite sites Sammiches and Psych Meds with my piece Hungover With Kids (or Please Please Just Kill Me Now) – this is a very exciting development for me, because if the piece gets enough views over the next month I could stand … More Hooray again!
Well, it’s happening! Callooh, callay – my second and final baby is learning how to use the toilet. We’re finally going to be out of nappies FOREVER! Welcome to Dry Big-Girl-Pants Town, population us. Huzzah! Let us proceed to donate all the unused nappies, to dismantle and burn the change table, and to buy huge … More Toilet (training) humour.
Last Sunday was Grand Final day. Normally this doesn’t mean much to me, and this year was no exception. I’m not a particular fan of any football code, but if I have a least favourite it’s the NRL. I mean, really. There’s the inherent violence of a sport in which men hurl themselves bodily at one another … More Sorry, Mr Thurston. You’ve won every heart in the nation except for one.
Now, I’m modest, but I’ll say this. My prowess in the kitchen is nothing short of spectacular. Spectacularly awful, I mean. Betty Crocker I am not. Anyone who has been my friend in real life, or on my now-defunct Facebook account, will have seen ample evidence of my culinary failings. It was clear even in … More Baking atrocities: a retrospective.
As the person responsible for cleaning your bathroom, I detect a whiff of hypocrisy, son…
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.
I have a confession to make. I’m quite intolerant. Not of people, I hasten to add. No, my intolerance is dairy. Cow’s milk. The creamy nectar of the bovine. Well, to be really specific, Baby Girl is the one who’s intolerant. It’s just that I breastfeed her, so her intolerance is my own for the … More Intolerant? Intolerable? Insufferable?