When I grow up, I want to be….
byThe good people at The View, a localized magazine, asked me to write a little something for them on the topic of ‘when I…
The good people at The View, a localized magazine, asked me to write a little something for them on the topic of ‘when I…
“So, Bruce,” said the familiar voice on the phone – a friend who works at the council. “I’ve called up for a dose of…
Seeing my oldest son, Master20, causes me pain these days.
For a law-abiding, upstanding citizen my mother sure knew how to tell a furby.
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.
“Aaagh!” yelled Master7, stumbling out of his bedroom and into the living room. He was rubbing his eyes so fiercely I thought he’d been…
“You right in there?” Tracey called out to me. I’d slept in this morning while Tracey supervised the zoo feeding at our dining table….
Our night away on the Sunshine Coast was fabulous. Even better than the seafood buffet, the breakfast buffet, the bar tab and the general…
“Tracey! The baby is putting all sorts of stuff in her mouth. You know you shouldn’t trust me with this sort of thing. It’s very irresponsible of you!”
Idriz is thirty-nine years old, married and has three children between the ages of one and five years old. He works on a farm, earning a very low salary, and his wife is a housewife who stays at home to care for the home and the children. Kiva works with microfinance institutions on five continents to provide loans to people without access to traditional banking systems.
Miss2 was hell today, very whingy and demanding, and Tracey thinks this was somehow my fault. It all started because a school shoe of…
There’s a real buzz in the Devereaux household: we are at four sleeps and counting to The Big Event. In anticipation of this weekend,…
I think this is a fantastic new entitlement, giving dads a chance to participate and contribute in settling in their adorable little poo-factories. And two weeks seems about perfect. Two weeks of my ‘help’ and Tracey was begging me to go back to work.
A family member has taken their little family away for two days well deserved R & R so we’re babysitting their talking bird. Shoot me. Or the bird. Either way.
Because she can’t quite get her tongue around Emily, Miss2 has taken to calling Miss0 the Enemy. It’s cute and, I guess, if you…