Clear skies and sun have done wonders for the grouchy moods of late. One of my very favourite things to say as a mother is: “Go, go outside. Play!” Sure, there may be the occasional [...]
The wintry storm that came and disrupted spring is still carrying on outside. Inside is much the same; convalescing, fighting, squealing and boredom stirred together with a pinch of fed-up and a [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: before she went into hospital I learnt how to French braid her hair. Thanks youtube. Percy: my littlest [...]
I’m about to light to fire for the first time in six weeks, ironic considering it’s the spring equinox. The windows I flung open in a spring frenzy are now tightly shut and rattling [...]
Daniel and I often remark on how different our entry to parenthood would have been if Percy was our firstborn. He’s been (by far) the most unsettled of our three; the fussiest feeder and [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: her lashes are getting thicker and longer by the day. Lucky girl. Percy: he’s really settled over [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: a split-second of serious before she went on her merry way. We can’t believe how much her face has [...]
There are two things that immediately and undoubtedly brighten the home: fresh flowers and a top-to-bottom thorough clean. If I had my way I would always have fresh blooms on the table and [...]
My recent bout of illness had me looking at the house with a particularly critical eye. Everything looks filthy when you’re sick, doesn’t it? I was seeing germs and mess and scrunched [...]
Poet’s operation was, in every way, a standard procedure. And yet taking your child to hospital, talking them through the procedures and eventually handing them over to the operating [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: four days post-op and she is bright as a button. And she can hear! What a blessing. Percy: sitting up [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she told me she was the mum and I was the darling. “Ok, darling,” I said. “No! [...]
