Not Much To Look At
byHaving a photographer for a mother is obviously having an influence on one of our kids.
Having a photographer for a mother is obviously having an influence on one of our kids.
Usually kids parties involve the destruction of bedrooms, arguments and screaming because…well, kids. But not this day. Because we had a plan.
The chance to feed the cat is something the kids always fight over.
I keep telling myself letting young kids do things for themselves is a good idea. In the long run.
Tracey had set Miss3 up in front of the tellysitter so she could get some housework done. Dora was on. As usual.
Do you get excited about the idea of alternative energy? I do. Seriously. And I’m hoping that doesn’t make me sound too nerdy…
It’s been weeks since the sugar high of Easter, so I was playing on their withdrawal symptoms to turn my kids into my unwilling minions.
When I was all pimply and lean I got my first car…
“Not that story,” Miss5 said when I suggested yet another from a way too big book of bedtime stories. I flicked a few pages to one about monkeys. It looked fantastic. Only a couple of dozen words a page.
Poppy would surely turn in his grave.
I don’t often offer parenting advice because I realize, even after seven children, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. But having said that…
I am in all sorts of trouble because apparently, it is my fault that my eleven year old daughter was caught swigging beer last night…
My first thought was someone had lost a limb – it was that loud and panicky – so I very nearly got up out of my chair and headed outside.
Just as I’ve always suspected, Janet Jackson & Luther Vandross were absolutely right.
The Miss3 in this blog post is actually now Miss5. I went looking for this story on the weekend and discovered, through the wonder of Google, that I’ve never written it up.