Are your kids good at breakfast? My girls are not. I mean, they eat breakfast every single day, but a bowl of cereal has not touched their lips since the Farex days. They won’t do toast either. They won’t do anything that doesn’t involve intense preparation: Scrambled eggs and ham; buckwheat pancakes and fruit; bacon and cheese…
Archives for March 2016
Plugging the gaps with biscuits (aka we just gotta have a plan)
Max walked home from school yesterday, not Macca. He sauntered in brimming with news of his day, but first he said, “I’m sorry about this morning, Mum” and we had a big, warm cuddle. “We have to talk about that later,” I said. “But first, I made you your favourite gingerbread biscuits.” On Mondays, it’s…
The brick wall of parenting (aka ‘fixing myself’)
Years ago I made a couple of appointments for myself with the lovely psychologist who was treating Max’s anxiety. This was a source of great amusement for a few of my friends, but the fact is that I knew that the person who could have the most profound impact on how Max dealt with his fears –…
Things my kids do that irritate the @#%$ out of me
I love my kids and they’re good kids – blah blah blah, insert typical mummy-about-to-slay-the-kids disclaimer here – BUT… man, do they do some incredibly, wildly, profoundly irritating things. To me. At me. Yes, they are doing profoundly irritating things at me. The number one thing my kids do at me is slide their pants off inside…