Most of us are busy … crazy busy. It’s not helped by the fact that “busy” isn’t cool any more. We’re realising that yes, busy often means successful, but it can also mean overstretched and less focuse...
The lovely husband is overseas again and I would like to say things have been going smoothly … yet one Emergency Room trip and a Watlington water overflow would suggest otherwise.
Over the weekend I h...
Feeding children is a minefield. Mainly because we give them “children’s food” rather than just “food” in general.
Do you ever wonder if cave babies rejected the sustenance their parents dragged in? ...
October is nearly here, which is a surprise as I am pretty sure it was January yesterday.
Life is flying by way too fast — especially with my littles being not-so-little. I am seriously enjoying thei...
Facebook is awash with back-to-school photos and it’s hard not to feel the love. There’s so much pride and affection tallied on there, it almost drowns out the collective sigh of relief: to all our am...
The lovely husband is away on a business trip to Costa Rica. I know it’s all meetings and hard work, but I cannot help feeling a little jealous. And he gets to sleep star-shaped in a hotel bed.
True,...
There are good surprises and bad surprises involved in parenting. Bad surprises include the green slime in a newborn’s diaper and the staggering reach of projectile vomit. Good surprises include the f...
I have always been an awkward dancer. A trusty glass of bubbles helps, but I’ve never dashed on to an empty dance floor. I am most comfortable in the middle of a sweaty mob where there is barely any r...
A short note from me this week as I’m reporting from the trenches of Natural Kids camp. Twenty-seven hilarious children, five amazing staff, toys and books galore ... it is so much fun and the most ex...
By the time you read this I’ll have been in France for a few weeks, spending quality time with my kids and drinking lots of red wine (funny how those two seem to go together).
We’re celebrating my da...
