Hello, Ladies!
byThe look on the face of the bloke walking past our car at the north bound BP servo at Caboolture was, when I think about it, totally called for.
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.
The look on the face of the bloke walking past our car at the north bound BP servo at Caboolture was, when I think about it, totally called for.
When you consider everything my beautiful wife has been through these past two and a half months, it’s really amazing how she’s managed to keep her sense of humour.
Sometimes it just takes a fresh set of eyes….and a four year old.
It seems I have made a little bit of a fashion faux pas.
I partly blame the fact it was pre-coffee.
This week has been another one of firsts for Tracey: little milestones which flag the way back home.
It’s not often my father surprises me, but last night he managed to.
This might be why I get nothing done.
Try not to gag.
Here’s the latest and the most recent on Tracey’s progress at the Royal Brisbane Womens Hospital.
Fathers are better at shopping with kids than mothers. Fact.
Pants, it seems, intend being a real problem for me this month.
Did some shopping today. But tell me, does my ass look big in these?
My kids love capes around here and now we have a heap more which are even more special and super, because they’re personalised.
My first thought was, ‘I’m so stupid! Thank goodness no one saw me doing that!’