Rock Cakes
byWhen I think of Harry Potter themed food, I think of Butterbeer. Not sure why. I’m not that big a fan of butter. But…
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We’ve Hit a Wall
byWho doesn’t like to hear their kids playing well together? It makes me think maybe – just maybe – I’ve done something right. Not so much this time though…
Bingo, Gringo!
byMexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
Not Your Average Snowflake
by“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.
Dumb & Dumbist
byRiding 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.
This Little Piggy Went To Market
byOne 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…
Cruise News
byA 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…
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Tuft Love
byIf I came home with a head like Tracey’s just given me I’d be unhappily married until my scalp was hidden again.
Is Sex Education Supposed To Be a Homeschooling Subject?
byMaybe I’m doing it wrong.
Son Of a Beach
byI lost a fight with my son today, and I’m so damn proud.
But I Like Eating Onions
bySince her operation on Thursday, Tracey has been holding off eating until her doctor gives her the okay. In her absence, it seems at least one of her children has been attempting to go out in sympathy.
My Little Hero
by“I’m. Not. Batman,” Master12 growled at me through a clenched jaw sounding, ironically, a lot like Batman.
Mineshafted
byMoney has become a problem for me this week.
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.
Son Of A Dumb
byHe’s so my boy. Poor thing.