Doctor, Doctor, give me the news.
byTo truly get the tone of this post you’ll have to pinch your nose and read it out loud. Well, hasn’t this week been…
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.
To truly get the tone of this post you’ll have to pinch your nose and read it out loud. Well, hasn’t this week been…
Our fridge shelf at the moment. There’s more in the door. I’ve never been a party to a nasal swab before. I pictured they’d…
It may not surprise anyone to learn my wife and I love making babies. But surely it’s time for a change of game.
This is not our house, but it is a hint of things to come. I swear my kids are going to be hoarders. They…
Food is a big deal over here in Devereauxland, so being told you can’t have something yummy is bound to bring out some strong emotions.
I’m having a most uncomfortable time.Because this afternoon I’m having cameras shoved into my every orifice, I’ve spent the last 24 hours not eating and…
The sun wasn’t even up when Miss2 once again graced us with her presence in our bed. Unfortunately she doesn’t sneak into our room:…
I learned something at school today – if you want to know what the gossip is about you around town, talk to a prep teacher.
Monday’s are not a beast to be trifled with in our house: like a wild cat, they must be watched warily as they approach.
Sometimes parents need to have a conversation over the heads of their kids. Recent advances in our kids’ spelling abilities means Tracey and I have started…
It’s been twenty years and seven kids in the making, but I’ve finally done it – I’ve worked out a way to sleep in! Last…
“You little bitch!” exclaimed Tracey. She walked into the lounge room where I was quietly and deliberately watching telly.
Four of our kids (Miss8, Master7, Miss5 & Miss2) have been playing musical beds for a few nights because …well, because Miss2 has orchestrated it. While…
I’ve found the cutting of the apron strings tends to leave a hole – a hole at the table, a hole in the conversation and a whole room empty.
She was parked where the red Rav4 is in this photo, only with two less wheels on the bitumen Finding a car park outside…