Riley’s first ever photo. Poor fella came out a bit battered….almost too big for momma! Edited to add: 3.997kgs born (or 8pd12oz)
Remember this? Well, when my mother was down, I wrote the draft to my piece of the family story. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start. I’ve pasted the first section below, partly because I’d like feedback and partly because I want to enter Scribbit’s Write Away contest for March because I am a competitive…
Yes, I’m talking about Disney Princesses again. Actually, I must have become desensitised to their presence in this house. Because, let’s face it, their invasion is almost complete. I see flashes of swirly skirts and tiaras everywhere: whether it be on bed linen, clocks, books, clothes, or backpacks. I am beginning to believe that lurid…
It was a battle plan of epic strategy. Well, I made it out to be I guess. The biggest problem was what to do with Keira. The heat was terrible and couldn’t have slept in her room last night; Riley screaming or no screaming. So I suggested she camp out in the lounge room with…
Karen is preparing mother’s blow-up mattress for bedtime. It is hot – still 32 degrees at 9.00pm. Mother: No! No! Don’t worry about that, I can sleep on the couch.Me: Mum, you are NOT sleeping on the couch.Mother: But I enjoy sleeping on them.Me (scoffs): Sure you do. You might! But not this one. (Our…
It happened at 3.14pm. I called my mother – who lives in the next state – at work and asked (but silently pleaded) for her to come and help me for a few days next week. Although she is busy (it’s Ash Wednesday next week – or kick-off for Christianity’s 40 Day countdown to Easter,…
Yesterday, as the melody of Entertainment Tonight began, signalling it was 3pm, Riley let go of the fence surrounding our computer and took his first two independent steps! Much to mother’s pleasure…
I have Keira to thank for this post. The other day when we were at the library, after we had exhausted the kid’s section, then the DVDs, we finally got to ‘my’ turn, which usually means I get a quick look at the non-fiction return trolley before one (or both) of the kids has a…
I can’t follow up yesterday’s post very well. I am sitting here after a horror night with Riley (will those molars just crack already?) and my eyes are blurred. I have thrown a dressing gown on and am unsure when I’ll muster up the strength to take it off again, because that means I need…
