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byMexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
Mexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
I wrote this as a freelance job on Friday, but it turns out I totally misread the brief. I thought it said ’10 Must-Have Kitchen Items For Slow Cooking’. Instead of waste it I thought I’d share it here. Mind you, I don’t think they’d have approved the spoon reference, do you?
You ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
I’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
There’s no clearer indication things have changed since I was a kid than glasses. My kids WANT them in the same way I wanted hair gel. #transitionsforkids #sponsored
This place is a little slice of heaven.
I wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
I love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
Despite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
Riding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
One of my children has decided to reject my favourite and, by some accounts my best. recipe – the supermarket hot chook. And for the oddest reason…
We have a little problem. Or should I say an little problem.
My only excuse is homeschooling my children has consequences. Making them smarter appears to have dumbed me down.
A year ago if someone doing a big lap told me, even someone doing it with five kids, they needed a holiday I’d have scoffed mightily in their direction. And yet…
This post is NOT sponsored.