Sign your name across my skin

I’ve never really got the fascination with tattoos. It seems to me a very extreme (and permanent) way of expressing how you’re feeling at that exact moment, but doesn’t really take into account how you might feel in years to come. After all, over the course of a lifetime names come and go, ideas and trends change and something that might be considered cute and girly at 18 will probably look downright stupid at 50.

Don’t lie to me

Any parent worth their weight in low sodium salt would probably agree that children should be brought knowing it’s wrong to lie. Especially to their parents. But teaching this particular right from wrong can be tricky, especially when trying to push the message home to your child often entails telling a whole range of elaborate and complicated lies to begin with.

When smelly children need surgery

The first clue that something was where it shouldn’t be was that my son smelt horrible, with a nasty whiff about his person that would come and go. The type of odour that simply refused to budge, even with much vigorous washing and twice daily teeth brushing. It’s hard to say exactly what the smell was even, somewhere between sour milk and a rotting vegetable perhaps. Fairly unpleasant in other words…

Loving Mother’s Day

So, did the flowers, chocolates and assorted lovely Mothers Day gifts from my 2 little offspring make up for the countless painful hours that I spent in labour on their behalf? Absolutely.

Playtime

An Aussie influenced playground..

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Head, meet Wall

As the years tick on, and my daughter stretches and grows in front of my eyes, I find that everyday I end up having to repeat just about everything that I say. Everyday I then have to explain why I’m repeating myself. And everyday I think that this is the day where I might have actually have got the message through…

Hunting Skippy

One of the things that Australia is best known for, (apart from killer spiders) is its lean, mean hopping machine. AKA the kangaroo….

Hot, hairy and bothered

This morning I inflicted the most terrible trauma on my unsuspecting 2 year old. He was coaxed, totally unaware into the shopping mall and then lured through the barbers door, using an apple scroll (lovely cake from Bakers Delight) as bait. Poor little thing, he didn’t stand a chance…

Day care dilemmas

Earlier in the year, after agonising about whether cutting the apron strings would really stunt my son’s future development and catapult him into therapy, I decided to bite the bullet, put him into nursery for a few days every week and get back to work…

Off with their heads

I had to sit down with my daughter today and have a serious talk about ‘Stranger Danger’. I hate that I had to do this, not because it’s a subject I don’t want to broach, but because it’s a subject I shouldn’t have to…