Time To Wake Up To Myself
byI wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
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The Walking Disaster
byDespite 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.
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.
Bad Habits
byWe’d been parked in the driveway of friends for a few days and since with their mob of nine there were fourteen kids running about – or more specifically hanging about in our bus playing – finding a couple of hours of peace to focus on writing has been difficult.
You’ll Never Guess
byMiss6 was obviously looking for something when she poked her head into the kitchen. No, not something. Someone.
Plus our first look at Port Arthur!
My Nice Ice Queen
byI know men are typically expected to control the remotes, but that doesn’t happen like that on the bus.
As well as my latest anecdote, I’ve included a video of me getting the car onto our trailer, and photos from Port Fairy and Warrnambool
The Aftermass
byI am not a new parent so I should have known better…is what Tracey growled at me.
5 Easy Christmas Bring-a-Plates
byHere are my top ideas for something to bring-a-long to Christmas lunch so you appear helpful while still conserving energy for the present opening. It won’t surprise you to learn I’m super lazy about it 🙂
The Pointy End Of The Christmas Tree
byNot sure how it plays out with other families, but with only two sleeps until the big man in red delivers our kids their prizes for being good this year, we’re at the point of our family tradition where I don’t get to spend much time with my wife.
Tinklebells
byEven though Tracey has already started the Christmas shopping, as a rainy day exercise she encouraged our kids to write out their Christmas lists for Santa this weekend.
Our Five Year ‘Old Woman’
byTaking the kids to the loo when you’re on the road really eats into your day, especially when you’ve five kids and their bladders don’t communicate.
Don’t You Dare Say That
bySomeone has called me out on Facebook.
Lightning Ridge
byThe road sign at the T junction pointed to our destination in one direction and Lightning Ridge in the other. We sat there for couple of minutes trying to decide where to go. Did we have enough time up our sleeve? Was it worth the diesel? We knew the name but what was actually there? Ultimately, what it came down to was could we think of any reason not to? In the end, we swiped right. It was the right decision.
Tour Our Bus
byWelcome aboard Kenny Go West. Our home.
Keeping Our Wits About Us
byOur first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.