“I’m tired.” “My bowels aren’t happy tonight.” “My back hurts.” “No, really, I’m very gassy.” “I’m sick of siting down for so long. Who sits at a dinner table for two hours?” “My tummy isn’t happy either.” “You said that already.” “No – I am actually describing another anatomical part of my body.” “People are…
This morning I sat in front of the television and had the children next to me. “Why are we watching this?” Keira asked, bored. “Because this is a very important day. You see, we have white skin and in the past people with white skin weren’t very nice to the people with dark skin who live here. But today,…
The other weekend we set up Riley’s ‘big bed’. His cot is a convertible kind that (supposedly) was straight forward to convert. I had my suspicions it mightn’t be so easy. So we set ourselves up and got comfortable… …and dad got frustrated when there were set-backs and mistakes: No shots! Go away! But we…
I’m currently suffering the “2-day post-shopping syndrome”. Perhaps you know of it? Symptoms: You stand in front of the open refrigerator, elbow crooked up on the door for extra comfort, and stare at the contents within. You only did the groceries two days ago, but already there are holes. All the ‘extras’, those ‘goodies’ you…
Yesterday I was in the city for a friend’s book launch. It took place at the ‘Paris’ end of Collins Street; a street, many of us will know, known for its high-end fashion stores. I admit, I was looking alright. As I walked out the door Adam said, “Damn – you look all arty!” [Please,…
All day Wednesday Keira had been walking around saying she, “Had a secret.” Which would be okay, I guess, except that she wouldn’t tell me what it is, kept deferring when she would tell me: “I’ll tell you after lunch.” “I’ll tell you after preschool.” “I’ll tell you when dad gets home.” This was all…
Leanne gave me this award during the week and her reasoning was, “I’m going to pass this on to the bloggers who make me feel more worldly for knowing them.” I’m touched that my Down-Underish-ness makes you feel that way Leanne, although I’m not sure I’m more ‘worldly’ than the next person! Now I guess I have…
Riley as a newborn Riley at one year, 22 and 1/2 months Sweet sadness, it is. So young, yet not a baby anymore.
2001 was the last Christmas Adam and I spent apart with our respective families. His brother at the time was dealing with an unwanted litter of kittens. So he turns around and says to Adam, “Merry Christmas – have a cat!” And when I met up with Adam two days later, the first words he…
