The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
We’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.
Wow. So much wow. Wow for the boat ride. Wow for the dad joke banter of the captain and his crewmate. Wow for the seal colony. Wow for that seal colony smell. And wow for seeing my kids finally silenced.
I’ve generally enjoyed the great outdoors at night. Those days are over.
I love petting zoos. There, I’ve said it. So when we came around a sweeping curve on the Gippsland Hwy and a series of…
WARNING: This story has some imagery which isn’t for the faint of heart or weak of stomach or people who don’t like to say eww out loud. But it is funny.
Tracey is a firm believer there’s usually a bright side to any situation, and she’s starting to win me over.
Taking the kids to the loo when you’re on the road really eats into your day, especially when you’ve five kids and their bladders don’t communicate.
Lady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
This was one of those moments you wait for as a parent. When you get to educate your kids about something you actually understand instead of faking it with maths or stupid proper grammar rules.
The Maldives – not just for honeymooners and people with silver spoons
The best conversation of my famil to Maldives came on the last night on the clean streets of Singapore, and started with the simplest of enquiries.
Being away from the family has not been without its difficulties.
‘We’ have arrived in the most romantic place on Earth.
“I need you to check out a dating website,” is not the sort of thing you expect your wife to be telling you.
Maybe I’m doing it wrong.