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A Mother's Ode May 07 2016

It goes without saying we all have a mother, but how we appreciate and love that person changes so much over time. Jane, or Jamba as she has become known (the only Jane from Yamba) is one of a kind. From a taxi, chef, nurse and essential services provider as a child, to a source of support (physical, mental and sometimes financial) as we age it is impossible to measure...

To be grateful January 22 2016

I had an epiphany of sorts. In the middle of hanging 22 loads of holiday washing (seriously how do we still create so many dirty clothes when everyone is just wearing swimmers 24-7) and ranting at the children for tipping out yet another box of Lego, I stopped. And thought. Everything is good in my life, yet here I am absolutely berating the ones I love most for something that...

Dear Santa December 15 2015

Oh Golly. All of a sudden you can count the days until Christmas on fingers and toes. Even my baby girl can count them it is getting that close. How, and what exactly, happened to 2015. Is some alien being increasing the rotations of the planet on us? Things seem to be speeding up, the more I have to grow up. It feels like just a few weeks ago I...

It's Instinct September 29 2015

I cannot tell you how many times I have accused my three of carrying on like animals. And there have been times I have caught myself carrying on and think ‘golly, I am just an animal too!’ And not in a good way. In labour for starters, I sounded like a whole pile of hippos slowly dying in a muddy mess (possibly looked like that too). I don’t know a...

A Little Bit of Lion Heart September 03 2015

I wish I was brave. Bold I do – sometimes… with prodding. Confident I can pull off. Loud is no problem. But I am not brave. When whoever was handing out whatever they walked right passed me with the jug of adrenalin-junkie-juice and gave it to the chick in boardies with a smattering of freckles on salted skin, with the really shiny wavy hair (you know she never brushes it,...

Sippy Cups All Round August 04 2015

What happened to July? Or half the year?! It just up and went and left me behind I think! Honestly it’ll be New Year’s Eve before we know it. So ... Cheers! Unless you are continuing on with Dry July. Or are pregnant. Or breastfeeding. Or you have made the (sensible) decision to not really drink. Then CONGRATULATIONS on all fronts. I envy your will power. And commitment to soda...

Fill 'em up June 22 2015

So here’s my last Thursday. Menial breakfast duties. Dress and pack off three kids in some semblance of appropriate outfits with appropriate lunchboxes to appropriate care options (school, preschool, lovely nanny). Rush to town to drop flea-bitten super skinny kitten off at vet to make it loveable, or at least render it slightly less besieged by bugs so I don’t freak out at Elsie smooching it all day long. Rush...

Happy Mother's Day May 10 2015

Honestly, I hope you all have a wonderful day. Put your feet up (for at least a minute), drink a hot beverage while it is still hot, and do something for yourselves, read, take a bath, actually take more than one minute to brush your hair and do your makeup - if you want to do it at all… Then maybe take two seconds to say ‘I made these little...

Soaked to my Senses May 01 2015

Sometimes with all the dreadful things happening in the world I wonder why we keep having children. What future are we offering them? What hope do they have? What will become of them and their generation on this mad-cap planet? Don’t get me started on middle of the night nightmares about future terrors awaiting my tribe, of the things lurking in the dark to undo all their loveliness. And then...

The Temper Trap March 20 2015

I had long planned to write this month’s blog about my somewhat failing grasp on my temper. On the volcanic outbursts I find myself having at the children over small microscopic things like getting out of the house on time (never), with clean teeth (mostly), and shoes (quite often). But then something so incredibly awful happened that it stopped me in my tracks (let’s admit it, probably my trackie daks)...

101 Reasons I love My Middle Child February 04 2015

Firstly, let me just say I am not writing this to stave off any future psychiatrist bills because ‘mummy only ever blogged about her first born or the cute little sister’. I am writing this because my second son (in age only not in my heart - they’re all equal of course) is driving me bonkers. Partly it’s a lovely kind of madness, but it’s also a whole lot of...

A Clean Start January 21 2015

I am scrubbing kitchen cupboards. I am drinking hot lemon and water first thing every morning. I am attempting an exercise regime (or at least looking at buying funky exercise gear in the online sales). I am trying to keep my patience and not shout and squeal when the LEGO box is emptied across the floor for the umpteenth time today. I am looking at things with a new, keen...

Breast was my best December 19 2014

**This was written under the extreme influence of the mummy blues, apologies for the following ravings. I’ve got the sads today. A real attack of the mother’s guilt, with a double whammy of hormones with a capital ‘H’. Basically it all makes me a bundle of unhappiness limply wrapped in a discoloured terry robe (and it’s 3pm). You see, I have decided to wean Elsie. She is nearly 15 months...

Mud Mud Glorious Mud October 30 2014

We dig mud. Lots of mud. Being farmers when it rains we celebrate and the kids virtually bathe in the stuff. We all crowd around puddles and laugh and jump and stomp and snigger – Peppa Pig style. There are make-believe dams to be built and mended. Mud pies. Stranded machinery to be saved. Basically whatever the game it’s just about getting messy and laughing and being kids. The front...

Treating toothy-peg troubles October 04 2014

                                        We’re up. We’re down. We’re grizzly. We’re grumpy. We’re unusually glum. Actually we are rarely down, you are permanently super-glued to my hip, arching with hysteria if I attempt to separate and put you down. We are teething. We all know the pain. The big pleading eyes. The fingers in...

Just Classic September 01 2014

  It’s cold and wet and winter seems like it is dragging on foreverrrrrrrrrrrr… Things are soggy. The washing is unending and full of bulky goods they take an age to dry and then all of a sudden are filthy again. We have sniffled and snuffled our way through the season. My bones are cold, even in 10 layers and a horrendously-stained-totally-unsexy-fluffy-once-pink-now-grey-dressing-gown. In short we are all over it. Don’t...

Twinning August 01 2014

  Do you #matchymatchy or #twinnies your kids? My boys are very close in age. Most people think they are twins. They are different builds - but the same size. The elder slim, the younger stocky. They have a similar look. Miniature versions of my husband. After a haircut I often can’t tell them apart myself and will call out a range of names, often in vain. ‘Campbell … Dougal...

Boys will be boys! July 14 2014

  What is it with boys? Or maybe I should rephrase that to ‘what is it with my boys?’ All that stuff about frogs and snakes and puppy dog tails could not be more true with my bunch. If there is a nook to be analysed or a cranny to be investigated, they are there, peering under rocks, catching bees in their hands, scratching holes in the gravel driveway to...

Sleeping Like a (Royal) Baby June 13 2014

It’s way past Cinderella’s bedtime and all through the house, nothing is stirring, not even a mouse (thankfully - you can never be too sure on the farm). In fact my Prince Charming and our mini-Knights are all sweetly snoring, as is my little Sleeping Beauty. The serenity is well, serene. Albeit likely to be short lived. The whole ‘sleeping like a baby’ fantasy has to be one of the...

Heidi Walks straight to my heart May 30 2014

  It’s all about baby steps this week. For me and it seems also my baby girl. I am embracing picking up the pen (or at least the keyboard) once more and Elsie, my youngest is embracing her feet, literally. Both of us are embracing the different freedoms now in our paths. Like most cherubs her age (just shy of 10 months) life brings laughter to our Elsie. There is...
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