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’.
BIG blog
The blog, the whole blog and nothing but the blog.
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.
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.
Dumb & Dumbist
byRiding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
This Little Piggy Went To Market
byOne of my children has decided to reject my favourite and, by some accounts my best. recipe – the supermarket hot chook. And for the oddest reason…
Tales Out Of Homeschool
byWe have a little problem. Or should I say an little problem.
Touche
byMy only excuse is homeschooling my children has consequences. Making them smarter appears to have dumbed me down.
Cruise News
byA year ago if someone doing a big lap told me, even someone doing it with five kids, they needed a holiday I’d have scoffed mightily in their direction. And yet…
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Please Don’t Take This Away From Me
byTracey is in two minds about me sharing this little window into our life. She worries it might show us in a poor light.
Tuft Love
byIf I came home with a head like Tracey’s just given me I’d be unhappily married until my scalp was hidden again.
Bad Habits
byWe’d been parked in the driveway of friends for a few days and since with their mob of nine there were fourteen kids running about – or more specifically hanging about in our bus playing – finding a couple of hours of peace to focus on writing has been difficult.