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...

...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 just such a different experience. I can't help but feel...

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...

You'd be stretching to call me houseproud. I do the absolute bare minimum to make my home livable, I don't ever see myself being featured in an issue of Better Homes. But I have a want. More accurately, a need. I need a lime green sofa. I can't look at my lounge room without mentally ridding myself of the grey '80s sofa that is currently...

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, of course excepting the first. The ladies at preschool...

I stutter occasionally. I will be mid sentence when my brain decides to stop communicating with my mouth and I get stuck on a sound. It tends to flare up when I get tired, stressed or just mentally unstable in someway. It happened today, and as I stood there stuck on "Ra" for thirty seconds I thought how similar it was to my mood swings. I...

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...