The conversation took place in the car, as all the most interesting conversations do. We drive past a school with a big crucifix lit up on its roof. Boy-Child (5): Hey! It’s a cross. Like what Jesus had! Me: Yup. Boy-Child: Except His was up on a hill. Wasn’t it, Mum? Me: Yes, that’s what … More And my son’s spiritual advisor is…
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!
Well, it’s been an eventful week. First, I had the great honour of being featured on Freshly Pressed for this bit of snark, which is probably how most of you came to be reading this right now. (Welcome to my 500 or so new followers! Thanks for joining us. I’m trying hard not to be … More On fractures and fragility: lessons I learned this week.
I’m sorry, everyone. I never intended for this to be a breastfeeding advocacy blog, but – y’know. Boobs and their baggage are things that predominate my life at the moment, so… You’ve probably read about Cheese & Biscuits cafe in Rockhampton, who kicked a massive goal for breastfeeding mothers this week by politely ejecting a … More Your arguments against breastfeeding in public. They are invalid.
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.
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)
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