Snapshots
And Breathe.
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 … Continue reading
Not Such A Happy Christmas
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 … Continue reading
A Hot Sweaty Version Of Scrooge
…and I don’t mean hot and sweaty in a naughty way, I mean hot and sweaty in that it’s hot enough to cook steak on the pavement and I’m knocked up and dripping bucket after bucket of sweat from every available pore. I am still adjusting to the Australian Christmas. Christmas in the UK is … Continue reading
Still Trying To Send Me To An Early Grave
Yesterday Declan had a seizure at preschool. He was full of the joys of spring when I dropped him off. Three hours later we got a phone call saying to come in immediately as he’d started having convulsions during lunch. For some reason it shook me up a lot more than the previous ones have, … Continue reading
Ravioli Night
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 … Continue reading
Learning To Simplify
I often forget the simple things. I look at the whizzbang fabbo toys that spin and light up and play for my children and I get sucked in just as they do, they’re advertised with “Super Hydraulic Action!”, how can I say no? Then occasionally my kids will bring me back down to earth, reminding … Continue reading
My Kid Is Awesome
Declan announced, right as we were doing the whole “give Daddy a kiss and say goodnight routine” that he had to draw a picture before he went to bed. One thing I have learned from raising my spirited child is to pick and chose my battles. He already had a pen in hand so I … Continue reading
Laundry Day
Laundry Day doesn’t come around very often in this house, and when it does it rarely goes out on the line. You see, my line is tucked away in some long forgotten corner of my garden… right outside the kitchen window, and as I don’t spend much time standing at my sink (washing the dishes … Continue reading
Pink, It’s Like Red, But Not Quite
Babies make you feel old, well, not necessarily babies, but one preschooler and one would-be-toddler-if-he-would-just-get-off-his-arse-and-walk make you feel old. I decided to counteract this by dying my hair and calling back to my long gone days of college, late nights and doing assignments on the train into the city. Suddenly I feel magical, I don’t … Continue reading
Scabs, Lies and Videotape
Declan has recently discovered the joy of picking scabs, not one to deprive him of such pleasure I haven’t got massively out of my way to stop him – he’s the kind of kid that if I say no will just get even more excited about whatever activity I’ve banned him from. That is until … Continue reading
