My Easter Witch Hunt
byIt started with a colourful silvery bit of foil.
kids
Don’t Mess With Me
byPlease.
Winging It
byButterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
It’s a Gift
byIt’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
The Breakfast of Chompians
byIt started with Miss13’s blue and green pancakes and rainbow cupcakes…
Market Down
byIs there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
On Putting Yourself First
byCalling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
This Doesn’t Add Up
bySo far on the Bargara to Kenilworth leg we’d swapped knock-knock jokes, talked turtles and discussed, in non-flattering terminology, the driver who’d overtaken us on double lines…
The Last Day Of The School…Already
byWe expect to be taking off on the next leg of our journey around Oz Sunday afternoon, and we’re all so excited. Well, nearly all…
Lying To My Son About Stuff
byWe’ve finally remembered to do something important and it will make our lap around Australia a lot less stressful.
The Misadventures of Puddleduck
byWe have a problem and her codename is Puddleduck.
What a Nightmare!
byThe best part of living on the bus with the kids has been listening in to their conversations – it’s an eye opener.
The Butterfly Eff-ect
by“I’m friggin’ bored over here,” Miss4 shocked us by muttering the other day. She was sitting in a seat at the front of the bus and at first we weren’t entirely sure what she’d said. Or rather, we were hoping we’d misheard.
The Latest Buzz
byWe were helping my sister Kerri and Uncle Daz by testing out the new electric BBQ they had installed in their park. As you can imagine, I’m always happy to help…when there’s food involved. Then this happened…
First Contact
byMy son just did a Mike Wazowski. You’ll know the bit I mean.