Another parenting triumph. In the nanosecond that I wasn't watching, Belle introduced herself to the nutritional delights of escargot in the garden. Kids are disgusting. Picking a half-masticated snai...
There is nothing quite like putting the world to rights with a three-year-old, even if it’s a bit confusing at times. “Mummy,” asked Chloe, in the car on the way home, “why do we have Arabs?” I gave h...
Well I’d have to give myself an ‘F’ for parenting this week. Just after giving you “thou shall not eat anything blue” as a nutritional commandment, Chloe talked me into blue cotton candy at the Family...
I've always said the lovely husband makes a hefty gin and tonic, but there's nothing like Supergranny walking straight through the screen door to prove it. It was one of my favourite moments during he...
Did I mention I’ve been running lately? Don’t get the wrong idea, when I say “running”, I am really referring to a light jog. A healthy eater I may be, but I have always struggled with the fitness sid...
The one upside to the recent roach invasion is that in the process of emptying the entire kitchen for the fogging, I threw away bags and bags of Useless Things. Out went the fish poacher and the orang...
The Lovely Husband thinks I’m obsessed with cockroaches. He’d be right. If you’d had one drop off the ceiling and onto your shoulder while making lunch boxes at 6am, you’d be obsessed too. I don’t wan...
Disaster. It turns out that Man Flu was actually bronchial pneumonia. My poor neglected husband came home from the hospital with an impressive array of drugs and puppy-dog eyes. There was even X-ray e...
A heartwarming domestic milestone little Belle has learned how to hug. She may not be walking or talking much yet, but if prompted she will scoot over, climb on to your lap and pop her head on your sh...
Belle is on her way to walking, clutching our hands as she wobbles around the living room. The catch is that she’ll only walk sideways, so she looks like a little crab. Perhaps she’s watched ‘The Litt...
