Father’s Day this year in our house started pretty much the same as always. Daddy made a pile of pancakes to feed his hungry family, unwrapped a super-duper 7-pack of K-mart business socks, and then hopped in the shower for the 30 seconds it was free before the hair salon and nail parlour opened for the girls. Did I feel guilty? Nope. Not one little bit. Because a certain smug Mummy-pants had a surprise up her sleeve today, and it was about to pop a smile under his moustache…
These school holidays, Ocean Keys Shopping Centre was transformed into a strange and frozen land. When we visited to check out the ‘Ice Age’ kids’ activities, I wondered if we’d been flung through a worm hole. Not only was the centre overrun by long dead creatures, I found myself in a wheelchair*, being pushed along by my children! It was a bizarre experience, but one I thoroughly enjoyed. And when my kids are put in charge of getting anywhere, the journey’s just as wild as the finish line.
Monday-dreaming of a time
When clouds are empty
And the evening bright
I sure will miss the stormy morning
Sent to make me Sunday-strong
I cant decide though…
Is it better
To be whole or free?
Another trip to our local shopping centre — this time, my girls tried their hands at being chefs. And very cute chefs they were! The rice paper rolls weren’t half bad too 😉
Join the whacky race as we hunt for Easter eggs with Kidzabuzz.
You know what? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the sound of my whining mummy voice. Ada, there’s no snacks before dinner! Eve, please don’t make a mess! I wonder sometimes what my girls’ reaction would be if — for just one day — I let them do whatever they wanted. Would they go completely wild or would they learn a little restraint? I guess I’m never going to find out. Because, being a mum, there are certain rules to follow and a lifetime of lessons to impart. Been there, done that; mummy knows best, right? Or does she?
When I found a small rock on St Paddy’s Day, painted neatly with an Irish flag, I was THIS close to leaving it behind. But instead I decided to keep it, and that throwaway decision changed the course of my family’s evening. In fact, it sent us on a magical journey that didn’t end until after twilight.
Who would have thought that one small, painted rock would cause so much excitement?
An accident involving a pink pair of scissors and my girls’ hair last weekend meant that our appointment at Hairlarious Kidz in Mt Hawthorne couldn’t have come at a better time.
Some induction methods just aren’t worth the risk… just because your mum did it, it doesn’t make it safe…
Ever wondered what the signs are for your water breaking? Read my first article for BabyGaga and find out! From extreme nesting syndrome to mother’s intuition, there are ways to avoid that towel in your handbag…