Tracey Updates
byYour on-the-spot reporter, Bruce Devereaux, is keeping you posted.
BIG family life
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
Here We Go
byIf you asked me if I’m nervous about Tracey’s operation on Tuesday, I’d say I wasn’t. But I think I’d be lying.
The More Things Change
byReposting of an old post was not a set up, but it sure looked that way a couple of hours later.
My Lunch Box Failure
byJust when you think you’ve got this parenting caper sorted…
Please kindly note: This is my first post incorporating my new logo into a watermark on photos 🙂 Designed for me by the lovely and talented and awesomely talented Miki, who just happens to be Master24 and Miss21’s sister, it’s simple and, I think, very me. I love it! What do you reckon?
Tracey Goes To Hospital
byIt’s finally time.
A Quick Worrying Follow Up On Last Night’s Post
by“You got the kids to watch that stupid 5 ways to get your parents to say yes,” Tracey accused me today. Yes, I did. And I was having nothing but praise for that particular decision. Wrong.
Little Miss Hustler
by“Is now a good time to talk to you about something I’d like?” Miss9 asked me tonight in what I can only describe as a sweet, lilting, totally unrecognisable voice…
We Finally Won At Parenting
byBeing an awesome parent can sometimes come at a price, but Tracey says it’s totally worth it.
Guess Who’s Going To Home School Their Kids?
byYou know that thing where you say something and then you have to eat your words? That. That is happening.
Hospital Can Change a Man
byHome is where the heart is. But not the gallbladder. Not anymore.
Training For Winter
by“We both need to go,” Tracey informed me late last week when I questioned Winter’s doggy training on Monday nights. If I’d known it was going to come to that I never would have mentioned it…
Don’t Mess With Dad When He’s Tired
byAll pre-teens test their parents as their hormones prepare to hit adolescence running.
At Least It Wasn’t Termites…I Guess
by“Stop!” said Tracey suddenly in a sort of hushed shout. Scrape….scrape….scrape…. “Can you hear that?”
I’m Addicted To Pokemon Go
byHi, my name’s Bruce, and I’ve got a problem. It’s been four hours since I last went to a gym.
How We Handle Swearing With Our Kids
byThere’s swearing in this post. Mostly by me, but not all of it.