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?
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…
Two girls in boy-leg bikinis burst side by side from the milk-bar. Clutching icy bottles of soda pop, they run recklessly across the road towards the music. The wind has tousled their carefully styled hairdos from that morning, and their faces are glowing from exertion. One goal in mind, thirst now quenched, they long to be back in the ‘Snake Pit’.
A long time ago, a fortune teller told me I would always be drawn to the ocean. At the time, I didn’t believe her. You see, not only am I a terrible swimmer, I’m absolutely petrified of sharks. If even a stray piece of seaweed brushes my legs when I’m paddling, I run screaming for the hills.
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