It Seems I’m An Open Book
byI blame Marvel.
It Seems I’m An Open Book
SecondBite of the Cherry
byOur youngest got a little introspective which resulted in our kitchen getting a little messed up.
Why Are We Here?
byWhy on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
Gimme a ‘Fork No!’
byThe art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
The Big O Know
byPhones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
Bingo, Gringo!
byMexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
I did think it was an odd brief…
byI wrote this as a freelance job on Friday, but it turns out I totally misread the brief. I thought it said ’10 Must-Have Kitchen Items For Slow Cooking’. Instead of waste it I thought I’d share it here. Mind you, I don’t think they’d have approved the spoon reference, do you?
Nothing Up Top
byYou ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
A Dressing Down
byI’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
Not Your Average Snowflake
by“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
A See Change
byThere’s no clearer indication things have changed since I was a kid than glasses. My kids WANT them in the same way I wanted hair gel. #transitionsforkids #sponsored
In The Garden Of Eden, Baby
byThis place is a little slice of heaven.
Time To Wake Up To Myself
byI wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
Wash Me Work
byI love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
The Walking Disaster
byDespite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.