Don’t tell Tracey – it’s a surprise
byDon’t you love it when the kids make you something? Arriving from the direction of the lounge room, Miss2 walked up to me in…
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Some Explanation Required
byA career in childcare seems to have sucked all the cuss words out of my sister in law, Shell, because despite knowing her for…
A Face Only A Mother Could Love
byMy children are beautiful – which is a real shit because apparently there’s good money to be had in producing ugly kids.
Father of the Year
byWant to feel better about your own efforts as a parent? Read about mine.
Clones are People Two
by“What about this shirt?” Tracey asked me, shaking my ‘Clones are people two’ t-shirt at me. “I haven’t seen you wearing it for ages.”…
The Daddy Dojo
byAs babies my lot have traditionally been so hungry we’ve been flat out retrieving the spoon between mouthfuls. But it seems Miss0 is set…
Go back to shhhhleep
bySome of the world’s greatest discoveries have been made by accident – chocolate chip cookies, potato chips, Viagra. And now it seems I’m going to add my own stroke of accidental genius to the mix.
Mopping About
byThe worst thing a bloke can do is draw attention to how little he does around the house. Or more specifically, inside the house….
Our Too Cute To Boot Theory
byTracey and I have been developing a theory these past fifteen years we’ve been raising kids together: the reason mother nature has made young children look so very, very cute is you wouldn’t put up with them if they weren’t.
Call me HOTGUY!
byMaster7 told me last night if he could be any superhero, he’d be Hotguy.
Unscheduled Stops On The Toilet Train
byIt does seem I’m having a poo themed month, although I promise this isn’t the case. Fact is, when you’re toilet training a little…
Kids + 18yrs = $$$$
byWhen you think about the costs of raising kids, it’s easy to mistakenly think about how expensive university will be, or their first car…
Holy Crappoli
byToilet training is frustrating but there’s the Holy Grail of ‘no more nappies’, which means steak is back on the menu, to keep you…
Permanently in the Poo
byThis morning, when I explained how tired I was to my young son, Master7 offered to help me out.
Mother-buggered
byI get it now – being a mother is hard.