What A Little Princess…Sorta, Kinda, Not
byBefore Miss3 entered the world I’d convinced myself she was going to be a boy. I’m so glad I was wrong.
Before Miss3 entered the world I’d convinced myself she was going to be a boy. I’m so glad I was wrong.
There have been tears, sure, but I’ve decided I really, really like happy tears. They’re a balm.
Like all good parents, we try to instil in our children the idea that honesty is the best policy.
First things first, I think it’s important I point out right from the start Tracey knows I’m writing this. You’ll see why.
While I was reading a book (napping) my kids made a cool little video to review Qixels. This is a sponsored post, and there’s a chance to win a fantastic MOOSE TOY pack for the kids, including Glow Shows, Beados and, of course, Qixels.
The kids have almost seen more of their mum in two days than in the previous two months.
Turns out I am not a patient man.
The look on the face of the bloke walking past our car at the north bound BP servo at Caboolture was, when I think about it, totally called for.
When you consider everything my beautiful wife has been through these past two and a half months, it’s really amazing how she’s managed to keep her sense of humour.
Sometimes it just takes a fresh set of eyes….and a four year old.
If there’s a better job for this family than testing out toys for Christmas I am yet to find it. Plus it’s been a pleasant distraction for the kids from the stress of late. This is a sponsored post for GLOW SHOW.
It seems I have made a little bit of a fashion faux pas.
I partly blame the fact it was pre-coffee.
This week has been another one of firsts for Tracey: little milestones which flag the way back home.