There Were Three In The Bed & The Big One Fled…
by“I. Need. Sleep.”
BIG family life
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
Helping Kids Get Reel Smarts
byMore and more I’m realizing much of my knowledge of the universe all its wonders comes from somewhere quite removed from the more traditional classrooms.
Growing Pains
byThe great thing about young kids is they aren’t teenagers yet, so you get to impress them with your smarts and logic, and they listen to your every word. In theory.
Heaven Knows
byGiven it’s Sunday, this post seems appropriate. Or inappropriate. One of them.
Even When I’m Sleeping
byI’m such a good parent that even when I’m taking a less-than-standoverish supervisory role, good things happen.
I’ve Solved Kid’s Sick Days – You’re Welcome
by“I’m going to school tomorrow,” Master10 announced tonight. He’d been home for two days with stabbing pains in the stomach which even had us at the hospital at one point.
A Loss For Words
byHow can two groups of people hear the same nine words and take away completely different meanings? Easy, when one group is made up of my children.
Tracey Had Been Gone Less Than A Minute When…
byI usually only get involved in the kids’ playing when the yelling starts. So it’s odd, and fortunate, that I overheard their conversation as I walked back up to the lounge room to watch some Firefly.
Mystery? Solved! (Sorry)
byThursday night found us sitting around a fire in our backyard with our neighbours and talking, naturally, about kids.
Toilet Training – The End Game
byThe final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
Karma Is My Enemy
byDo you ever find yourself arguing with you partner just because you can?
Just When You Hope Everyone’s Listening
byYou know that thing where it’s all going so well you really hope someone is watching and then your kids step in and change that?
I’m On My Soapbox
byI have never understood how people can’t smell themselves.
Grandad Strikes Again
byMy dad has a habit of showing up even when he’s not here.
‘It’ Keeps Happening
bySitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.