When Adam took the kids to Bunnings to do some arts and crafts, I must admit I wasn’t expecting my son to bring home a zombie. A cute zombie, awww…
We had a day out at Federation Square yesterday, first going to the Rupert Bunny: Artist in Paris exhibition. The top picture in the collage to the side was Keira’s favourite picture (‘Portrait of the Artist’s Wife’, 1902) – thanks to the cute dog. A Jack Russell, if I’m not mistake? My favourite picture, ‘Mrs Herbert…
(That last photo more to show how nice the grass is looking around our parts at the moment, thanks to some good rain.)
Friends! Feed Readers! Casual Google Searchers! Lend me your eyes! I come not to…. Okay, I’ll stop appropriating Shakespeare for my own cheap purposes to say welcome! to my new-looking Miscmum site. What do you think? After having the other one for almost three years, and it served me very well, I’ve felt like a…
No matter how tight the straps water cracks the seal of your goggles and creeps across your vision you keep on swimming but it is annoying and soon you cannot ignore the intrusion My head’s not in a great place at the moment. I’ve written about four posts – all still in draft stage –…
Riley: Mum, you are the bestest, wonderfulest, mum in the wholest wildest world! *** {Lying in bed, having a cuddle with Keira} Me, stroking her face: You’re pretty. Keira, stroking mine: You’re furry. Me: No, I said pretty, not furry. Keira: I know what you said, but you’re furry. Me: ….? Keira, pointing: Here, here, and…
…by hanging up silhouettes of the kids around the house instead. Can you guess who this is?
The other day I tweeted: The children have rigged up some sort of contraption which they fire at me when I walk down the hallway. I have my very own charge of the light brigade every time I want to use the toilet. And just to prove I wasn’t exaggerating (Yes! For Lord knows…
