It all started so innocently. A bit of afternoon painting to fill up the time in between coming home from preschool and eating dinner. Sounds great right? Whatever could go wrong. Allow me to present a photo essay of what could go wrong: Declan likes to consider himself a post-modern impressionist. He decided he needed a different...

On Thursday morning, the 18th, my waters broke whilst I was laying in bed having a chat with Declan. We dropped the boys around to my in laws and made our way off to hospital. The midwives confirmed that my waters had broken and, in exactly the same way as I was with Connor and Declan, I wasn't contracting. They explained that as I wasn't quite 36...

Dan and I decided to have a business meeting (as much as you can call us scribbling away at notepads and drinking coffee a business meeting) at an indoor playground yesterday. In hindsight, I do not recommend it. One grumpy one year old, and one hyperactive three year old (that has no concept of fear whatsoever) combined with the rainy...

One thing I keep on hearing over and over again since Robyn's birth is how "inspirational" I am. I feel like a fraud. I certainly don't feel inspirational, in fact I think I feel pretty much everything but that. Today I felt jealous. The green eyed monster planted himself firmly on my shoulder in the early hours of the morning and has...

The festivities are over for another year and we came out of it relatively unscathed. Once again I learned the hard lesson that the kids really couldn't care less about whether the honeycomb set properly, whether the tags matched the wrapping paper or whether we left out oats or carrots for Rudolf. They (and my husband) care more about having a...

Last night was Declan's Preschool Christmas Pageant. He's been practicing the songs for weeks, he had the actions down perfectly and spent all Friday afternoon telling me about Santa coming to visit preschool that evening. The whole family was excited about it and we'd even dragged the in laws along for the event. I'm sure you can guess how...

Everyone's busy shopping, finishing up a hectic final week at work and visiting with friends and family to celebrate the season. Steven Conroy is sitting in his office gleefully rubbing his hands, what better time could there be to roll out a new government policy that will affect everyone in Australia with access to an internet...

My friend, Tamsyn, is scheduled to have her first baby on Tuesday. It's been awesome reading her blog and bringing back all of the feelings I had whilst pregnant with Declan. Her last weekend of being without a small being dependent on her for his every need has got me thinking about my life before kids, and what I wish I had taken advantage of...

Recently a discussion came up on my online mother's group about Father Christmas. One of the Mums had picked up her 5 year old son from a playdate only to find that he'd informed his playmate that Santa didn't exist, and in return had copped a beating. Her son has from day one been told that the jolly fat man isn't real, his playmate had been...

There are few certainties in life, the trip home is always faster than the trip there, the milk will always be soured on the mornings that you REALLY need a coffee, a babies cannot eat an orange meal without taking the time to smush it into their cheeks and feel the texture of the tomato sauce on their skin. Ravioli Night in our household is...