The other night Adam and I played a little game in bed (while we’re reading, dirty people). It was called, “Out of the books we’re reading, which author makes/made more from their writing than the other?” As Adam suggested the game, I immediately launched into a defensive diatribe that it’s not about the money but…
We arrived in the car park just on opening time – as did tonnes of other people. We’d barely taken ten steps (remember, we’re still in the car park) before Keira saw her first food stall and asked, “Can I have some fairy floss?” “Keira, it’s only 9.30am.” {Insert blank expression} “Can I have some…
I’m sorry Mrs. Brent Harvey (Shane? Shayne? The papers keep spelling it differently), but Keira, upon seeing this dress, declared it, “A little bit dodgy.” But she did like the black lace belt-cummerbund-thingy. Keira’s best dressed of the night? Ms. Rebecca Twigley She would not deviate from this decision. Photos from The Age
…us, for buying Riley a ticket for a movie. Yes, we had hoped that a 2.5 year old could sit through an entire movie. Granted, it was a cool looking movie like WALL-E, but, yeah, DUMB. Our motives – I suppose – were sweet and well-intentioned. Let’s do a family thing! It’ll be their ‘first’…
No idea how I’ll go with these. Lately I haven’t had the brain capacity to read anything more challenging than a Little Princess book to Keira. And even then I don’t really approve – that kid can be a brat (the princess, not Keira.) (Well, it depends on the day!)
Two weeks later, Riley and I still aren’t 100%. In his case, he is mostly just lethargic and quiet. People are starting to notice, too. Not that he is that rambunctious a kid at the best of times, but when all he wants to do is be thrown over your shoulder for hugs instead of running…
As I write this, my son is throwing an almighty tantrum on the floor. This is after a brief intermission of sleep. Before that, he was in the exact same position, limbs flailing. Ah, wow, just then he tried to throw my laptop across the room. Right, that’s it, I’d best be off. It’s one thing…
This morning my husband threw off the covers, showered, and practically skipped out of the door to return to work after having stayed home with us for a week playing nursemaid. I can’t say I really blame him; having three sick people in your ear constantly with complaints: “I am hungry/ not hungry/ cold/ sore/ snotty/…
The kids and I are sick. We all went off to the doctors this morning where we got the diagnosis of, “You’ve got The Flu. In captial letters. The nasty one.” The doctor then leaned closer and said quite seriously, “The Flu people can die from.” I’ve never felt so miserable in my life. So…
