Paper Hat – Can’t have Christmas without paper hats! The trees are crying, somewhere… Someone’s husband reads this blog! You can’t see here, but the DVD blotted out by the shine is Hamlet! Booky Glory! The Mother Present to end all presents! Isn’t she so pink and pretty?
Keira: Mum, you’re wearing stockings today! Me: No, I’m wearing cut-off pants. Keira (rubbing her hands over my lower calves): What’s this? Me: They’re called leg hairs, darling. (That haven’t been shaved for about six weeks.) Did I mention it’s summer here? And I’m walking around like a Ent from the Lord of the Rings.
I read in the papers recently (link here) that literary hardbacks are becoming endangered and may be fazed out in some point in the future. While I am a paperback girl convenience wise, I must admit there is something rather noble about a row of hardcover books upon a shelf, with their fabric bound spine and…
Note: This post was written last night Australian time. The other night, sitting with my laptop on my bed as I did my usual blogging ’rounds’, in the time it took to load Kerflop after I’d been to Her Bad Mother, I found a lump in my left breast. (Yes, the pesky, naughty one.) It had…
Wipeable, so tolerable Annoying, but liveable The William ‘Braveheart’ Wallace of Melbourne “Look mum, I’m turning Riley into a dog!” Woof, Woof! (I must admit, I liked her initiative there. Even if the mascara is still on his face two days later….)
Earth Hour 2008 Last year, WWF Australia and the city of Sydney teamed up for the inaugural Earth Hour – where at 8pm all lights at participating businesses and homes were turned off for an hour. This equated to taking almost 50,000 cars off the road. This past week Earth Hour 2008 was launched and…
Keira is really good with her ABC’s now and even Riley knows some letters (but he is clever for his age – more on that in a later ‘gushy-mama’ post). One thing which has helped both of them is this accidental game I invented and would like to share with you all. Helping preschoolers learn their…
Happy Wedding Anniversary for yesterday, dear. You forgot; I forgot. Five years. Not bad. Now, where’s my eternity ring? Other women get their ‘pushing presents’ after labour (no one tells you about that in the books) and what did I get? A clap on the shoulder and a “Good going, soldier.”* I think my time…
Hamlet: I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them…
