A poem for MOthers’ day
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
From Birth to Year R, Here’s what I wish I’d Known.
Half way through the six week holidays. So far so good. But what to do for the next 3 weeks?
Out of money, out of ideas, I thought I’d jot down those day trips that the boys still talk about fondly. Things that were so good, so epic, and so awesome that it would be a shame not to do them all over again.
I was expecting tales of bonfires, of sleeping outdoors, of trips to Peppa Pig world, of frolicking in the sea. After mining my kids’ treasure trove of all time favourite memories , what do they actually talk about constantly?
Here are the day trips that my kids would recommend you all try: Continue reading
The kids have been asking questions about the elections. With so much hot air and hype out there, it’s hard to find a way to explain how I decide who to vote for.
It’s made harder still because I still haven’t quite decided who I am going to vote for. The clock is ticking! Continue reading
On reflection, I realised life was pretty good and what I actually wanted to do was watch something that wasn’t Frasier.
I lie. What I really wanted to do was watch more Frasier but I was starting to wonder if it was somehow bad for me, constantly wishing I had an amazing spotless apartment overlooking the Seatle skyline.
And a cute dog.
God. I love Frasier.
ENOUGH OF FRASIER. Continue reading
Got me a goat for Christmas.
A friend posted on Facebook that they weren’t doing Christmas cards this year, but instead they had sponsored a goat.
Thanks to their thoughtfulness that makes me, and all their Facebook buddies, givers not takers. Givers of goats at that!
What a marvellous idea: save money (and trees) that would be spent on cards; buy goats. What’s not to like?
Problem is, I just can’t ditch the cards. Continue reading
I hated Frozen when I first watched it. Now, I secretly hope the “Let it Go” song is in the charts forever, so I can let its wave of intoxication rush over me.
“The kids love it.”, I say in my defence, as my husband rolls his eyes while his ears bleed.
Got me thinking, perhaps I’m addicted. Smokers amongst you, notice any parallels here? Continue reading
The Planning Gods permitting, we will soon be extending our family home. I’m excited. Nearly as excited as I was when I was 12 and Mum and Dad announced that they were extending our family home, in order to turn my bijoux box room into a pad fit for a teenage girl. Life was about to be brilliant. Continue reading