A Dressing Down
byI’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.
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This Sucks!
by“The worst thing in the world has happened,” came Miss8’s emotionally charged whine from the back seat of the car. I had my doubts.
My 13yr Old Daughter Got Stoned!
byJust to be clear, no, my daughter doesn’t do drugs. That being said, the title is totally legit.
I had this post written in the back of my mind for days, so when The NRMA approached me to sponsor a post I immediately said yes.
Words Fail Us
byTo keep them amused on long car trips Tracey came up with a heap of activities for the kids, including what I suspect, perhaps worryingly, will become their number one go-to on our big lap.
Five Things I’m Sick Of Saying Five Times
byI know good parenting is essentially about routine, but I am so over repeating the same things over and over again.
Give Me A Break
byIt takes roughly five minutes to drive from Miss4’s pre-prep to our home. Some days it feels much longer…
Kids Driving You Nuts These Holidays? Try This
byLooking for something simple to keep the kids occupied long enough you can have a nice, quiet cup of tea or coffee? I’ve got the perfect idea.
How To Create Some BATmagic
byI’ve decided to stretch myself. I’m going to cook, hammer, spray, saw, glue, knit, sand and sew things to see if I can do them. It’ll be fun and probably a laugh. Here’s my first ‘Nailed It’ project.
No Paternity Test Required
byI have a confession. My kids annoy the hell out of me.
Our Salsa Recipe…For Disaster
by“Oh. My. God!” said Tracey suddenly. She cupped her mouth and a horrid sort of look appeared on her face. Something was majorly wrong…
I Give My Daughter A Bit Of Cheek
byLong trips in the car give dads like me ample opportunity to mess with our kids…
Tell Me, Am I A Dick?
byApparently, I’m embarrassing.
When Two Idiots Meet
byI have a habit of making a bit of an idiot of myself wherever I go, be it parties, work or even to a petrol station.
My Contraceptive Life
by“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.
Who’s Making Front Page News?
by“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “Is Mum home yet?” “No,” he said. “What’s going on? This is the third time you’ve called. Has the cat got out?” He was referring to our new kitten, Minion. “No,” I told him. “Although you might say the cat’s out of the bag.”