When it’s been a crap day. Literally. Continue reading
Our four-year-old has unfortunately learnt a new word. Normally you’d be thrilled when a child with speech delays says a new word.
I say unfortunately, as it’s a word he should not be saying. Continue reading
That time when my kid said that I’m a palaeontologist. Or kind of a palaeontologist, if you’re to believe what my nine-year-old told his teacher.
But I’m not.
Sure, I’m studying palaeontology, because let’s face it, dinosaurs are cool and what kid hasn’t said at one stage that when they grow up, they want to be a palaeontologist. But there’s a difference between studying online for shits and giggles, versus being a doctorate qualified specialist… Continue reading
All I want for Christmas is a nap. Seriously. A gorgeous, uninterrupted nap with my fab new contour pillow that feels like my head is resting on a cloud.
The perfect nap that leaves you refreshed, happy and ready to deal with even the biggest tantrums the kids decide to throw.
Is that a lot to ask for? Continue reading
How parenting changes us. You go from being a young, relatively care-free individual, to one who can now name all the characters of the Octonauts. Continue reading
Welcome to the phase of parenting that will make you feel like you’re living with small, drunk, bi-polar pirates… Continue reading
You don’t need a 12-speed baby swing. You don’t need baby clothes that are hand wash only.
Here are five things that every parent needs to know. Continue reading
You can always tell when a mum has been granted a leave pass for a night out with friends. When work schedules have miraculously worked out so there are no late meetings or events for either parents, or a babysitter has been found and confirmed, and turned up to the house.
How can you tell?
Look at the handbag. There will be a teeny tiny handbag, or a gorgeous leather bag – free of stains or marks on the outside. No wipes and nappies hanging out, no bulging water bottles or zip lock bags of fruit to be seen. The gorgeous bag is safe to be taken out – no danger of snot being wiped on it, milk drinks being spilt on it, and it doesn’t need to be big enough to double as an overnight bag. Continue reading
After a typically exasperating evening with the toddler, filled with delightful behaviour like throwing cutlery across the dinner table, narrowly missing his brother, I was fighting the urge to swear under my breath and roll my eyes.
And then I saw something that made me giggle, and realise we’re not the only one who deal with toddlers, and their delightful quirks. Continue reading
But I find by the end of the year, everyone is so exhausted, I don’t want to make plans for huge, amazing things as I know we’ll all just be a) too tired b) too busy, or c) don’t care because of a) and b). But there are a few things we have managed to start and continue as a family tradition. Continue reading