Last week we went camping for the whole week. It was me and the kids, only it turned out for most of the week it was just me and two kids: the girls. Max was sent home with his father on Sunday, returning on Thursday. He didn’t want to go and pulling a kid from…
Lately
This week has been full to the brim with Lottie birthday goodness. She is suddenly nine. We had her traditional sushi train / ice cream / Vivid Lights birthday night on Tuesday. She loves to do the same thing every year and it suits us just fine. It’s nice of Sydney to turn on the Vivid…
When things get broken
Never, ever become a smug parent. The day after I wrote about winning at parenting (I mean, it was the perfect day, I even said to Bart, “Don’t bother with the 8th of May, today was mother’s day for me”), Cappers broke her fingers. Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in. I…
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…
Lottie’s fabulous fashion palooza
When I posted the invitations to Lottie’s fashion palooza, I mentioned that I was struggling with the whole concept of a ‘fashion’ party for a six year old. And only just-turned six at that! I thought long and hard about how to pull off a party that was suitably grown-up in Badoo’s eyes, but not…
Step right up to a craaaaaazy carnival party
All week it rained and rained and rained and rained on our carnival parade. Despite going through the motions of party preparations, my heart really wasn’t in it. Everything we had imagined and prepared was for an outdoor set up, so I moped about, staring wistfully outside at the sopping wet trampoline which I’d planned…
Roll up, roll up: it’s a carnival party invitation
And just like that, I’m back in party-planning mode. I have decided that next year is definitely going to be a ‘3 friends and a movie’ kind of year for all of the kids. Of course, I’ve been saying that for about two years now and just look how well I’m doing. With a fair…
What kind of a mother am I?
We were meandering around Eden Gardens on Sunday. The Badoo was having a major meltdown because we wouldn’t buy her a gelato and Cappers got one. Maxi didn’t get one because at the cafe he’d ordered a chocolate brownie and chips for lunch and we let him. The Badoo didn’t get one because at the cafe…
Little big girls
My Badoo is a little big girl. She has always wanted to be big. “When will I get boobies?” she asks. We are folding clothes and she has fumbled her way into a bra, it hangs around her neck like a lacy noose. “Someday,” I say wistfully, hastily putting the bra away. “Not soon, but…
The young starter
Our little Badoo clomped off to school today in her big shoes and her enormous hat and her even bigger bag. She has never wavered in her determination to get to big school as soon as possible. So she is young, certainly one of the youngest. I used to think that I would never send…
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