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by“You look beautiful!” I told my wife on Saturday night as she was about to head out to see a comedy show with a…
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.
“You look beautiful!” I told my wife on Saturday night as she was about to head out to see a comedy show with a…
I just like the idea, come morning, the kids will be where I put them. We have enough trouble with sleep walkers, we don’t…
Keeping all the balls in the air is hard. We love catching up with family, but sometimes, for whatever reason, we leave it a…
“The bins on fire,” my boss told me.
“What?”
“Outside. The Bin. It’s on fire.”
I looked. It was: smoke was wafting out the top. A lot of smoke. Some idiot had put a lit cigarette into the bin.
Sitting down for a cuppa with Grandma and her friend, Tracey and a swag of our kids were having a chat. Generally our kids…
Have you ever noticed how the more people you have watching out for a kid, the more likely you are to lose them?
On the way to soccer this morning I asked my son what his game plan was. Essentially it was two pronged. “I’m gonna eat…
There are any number of awkward milestone moments in a relationship.
At bath time tonight Tracey was scrubbing red paint on Miss5’s hands. “We had to paint what animal would be hard to look after at a zoo,” said Miss5 told us, “so I drew a frog.” Interesting choice.
During the week we watched bowling on an episode of Supernanny and realized we haven’t gone in ages. As today presented us with a wet rainy…
I know some people love their children to believe in fairies, but I’m not one of them.
We suffer the night terrors here in Devereauxville. Sleep walking, sleep talking, sleep screaming and sleep snoring (me). We have it all over here. Nothing…
Because we have the best families in the entire world, who gave up their Saturday night to baby sit our kids, we were able…
Miss2 was patting her big sister today. Or so she was insisting as she followed Miss5 around saying, “Pat! Pat! Pat!” every time she whacked her with a bat.
In preparation for our big ‘date night’ tomorrow night, we have been organizing the farming out (read as ‘dumping’) of our smaller children. One for Nanny, two for Grandma, one for Auntie Bel & Uncle Jason and one (Miss0) for Auntie Shell & Uncle Shane’s in Brisbane.