How Do You Solve A Problem Like….This?
by“You’ll know this song,” I told my daughter at the local choir competition. “It’s from The Sound Of Music.”
“What’s that?” Miss6 asked me.
Oh, dear….
“You’ll know this song,” I told my daughter at the local choir competition. “It’s from The Sound Of Music.”
“What’s that?” Miss6 asked me.
Oh, dear….
One of the things I love about small town living is communication: Chatting in shops, knowing neighbours & waving at people in cars. But when things go wrong…
In keeping with the idea of showing you our family’s favourite tummy fillers – favourite for us because they’re easy and for them because they’re tasty and lots of it – here’s our tuna pasta bake.
“Dad!” came a wretched sort of shout from the bedroom. “Dad! It’s gone!”
Naturally, I was instantly alert. Well, I thought ‘it’ is a thing, not a person, and we don’t keep the expensive stuff in the kids’ rooms.
In a bid to get our kids more active we’re enrolling them in the local Little Athletics.
I believe manners are the cornerstone of society. They’re simple and powerful. They open doors and they share the love, making people feel respected.
I consider myself fairly well read. I usually have three books on the go at the same time (most often thriller, fantasy, whodunit), and just open whichever one suits my mood. But today I found myself lacking.
When Tracey was a young girl she used to dream about performing at The Muster with the crowd going off. But then me, kids and a lack of doing anything to help bring that dream about happened and she gave up on that dream.
“But that’s what a girl’s wee wee is called,” Master8 assured me. “A vagina.”
I mean, on the one hand it’s nice we’re attempting to use the proper names for things now, but on the other hand….
Occasionally I receive messages from people asking what meals we more regularly prepare for the family as opposed to the nice stuff we have as treats when the kids are asleep. Mostly its meat and three vege. Boring, but practical. But I thought, over the next few weeks, I’d post a couple of recipes the kids fancy.
We weed our lawn every four years, whether it needs it or not.
My Fantasy Fathers Day starts with a: “Good afternoon! Happy Father’s Day!”
Tracey met the kids halfway between school and home today.
They were very pleased to have a chance to walk out of the school grounds without supervision and Tracey got a little exercise, which pleased her.
Everybody wins.
“I’d better go,” Nanny said into the phone to Tracey’s sister. “Tracey has her hands in the lolly jars.”
“What are you doing there?” Tracey’s sister asked when Tracey picked up the phone at their parent’s place.