Oh Brother, What Art Thou Thinking Now?
byMy parents’ move to Lutwyche has gone well. For them. I’m exhausted and my brother is still running around like an ER nurse but…
Mum
Life, the Universe and Everything Tracey
byI let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
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.
An Oldie Butt A Goodie
byApparently, Tracey’s bum intends making frequent appearances on our trip.
Bravo, I say!
How Is This Not The Same Thing?
byExhibit A and Exhibit B look essentially the same to me.
Have I Mentioned Lately How Beautiful My Wife Is?
byMiss9 sort of dropped me in the poo today.
The More Things Change
byReposting of an old post was not a set up, but it sure looked that way a couple of hours later.
Our Best Mothers Day Ever. Fact.
byMothers Day had a very real chance of being a memorial instead of a celebration for the kids and I, so this year it’s especially sweet to be able to tell Tracey how much we love her, and to spoil her a bit.
Australia’s Got Another Talent
byJust wait until the curtain rises….
A Shitty Little Post
byIt’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
No Splitting Hairs Here
byTracey had been lying on the lounge when Miss5 decided to make her day. It was one of those lovely moments you live for as a parent because it was totally random. As was the next bit…
Overheard In The Bathroom This Morning
bySometimes we think about the next ten years and shudder like the family car being driven by a sixteen year old learner driver learning stick shift for the very first time
Our Kids Discuss Tracey’s Boobies
bySuddenly, our bedroom door swung open and Master9 stepped into the room. “Can I…,” he started to say, but then finished with an, “AHHHH!” and ran from the room clutching at his eyes.
A Clever Cookie
byWhy is it, unlike my wife, I never think of these clever ways to create the illusion that Dad knows everything?
Mum vs Dad
by“What’s my birthday?” Miss7 asked myself and her mother. Don’t worry, it’s not like she didn’t know. Tracey and I had somehow been roped into a head to head quiz where the kids asked the questions and I got to feel dumb.