On Teaching Kids The Finger
byIt’s not what you think.
It’s not what you think.
I look keen to start my new life. At this point I was keener for a lie down
Having already raised two children to adulthood, I know what’s coming and I’m not looking forward to it. Only it’s probably not what you think…
I suspect Tracey thinks I should do more….
“Dad!” came the call from the lounge room. It was Master10. I’d heard him yelling out for his mum for a bit and it seems he’d finally realized she was out shopping.
So you know how I’m a blogger who also happens to be a banker (with a ‘b’)? Well in three weeks that will change.
While bathing Miss3 tonight I had the pleasure of listening to a conversation between Tracey and Miss5.
This is a role I’ve been training for my whole life – reviewing pizza. This post is sponsored by Ristorante Pizzas. #pizzeriaathome
“You make this for me,” said my wife at Chin Chin in Melbourne recently, “and you can do whatever you want with my body.”
My Facebook feed is absolutely being slammed with dreadful photos and news articles and opinion pieces and memes and events. And I’m so grateful for that.
“About tomorrow,” Tracey told me when we were crawling into bed last night. “I haven’t organized anything.”
Today I tried to sneak in a nap. And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for…my kids.
We take our kids out of school for a holiday at least one week a year. Our reasoning is simple: we can’t afford premium rates at places like the Gold Coast. And, as importantly, I hate crowds.
Maybe it was the fact we left all our kids in Queensland for 48 hours, but Melbourne, you are my kind of everything.
Can I see a show of hands if you’ve ever been late for a flight and wondered if there’s enough money left in the credit card to pay for another one?