I need to apologise to the universe for all the judgements and assumptions I made about parenting BEFORE becoming a parent. I’m ashamed to admit it, but there have been times in the past when I’ve thought “well, when I’M a parent…” And assumed that I would obviously be the best parent EVER, and my children would behave 100% of the time.
Little did I know that [Read more…]
The Mum Bod. Built for endurance. Sustained by coffee and the crusts of her children’s sandwiches. The Mum Bod comes in infinite different shapes and sizes; all of them beautiful. More often than not, it’s carried children [inside and out] for hours/days/months on end. It’s been stretched and pulled on, and it often bears the scars as reminders of what it can endure; what it is built for. It’s soft and sometimes saggy. It’s not what it used to be. But it’s strong. It’s unstoppable. And it’s bloody beautiful.
What I see:
I am my own worst critic. I focus on the saggy bits. The stretched and scarred parts that wobble when I walk. [Read more…]
Today is my Dad’s 60th birthday (hip-hip hooray!), and since he refused to allow me to throw him a lavish party, I decided that I would share with the internet [part of] the reason my siblings and I hit the Dad-Jackpot:
There are four [now grown] children in my family, with a nine year age range. I don’t even want to imagine the logistics of organising us all on school morning – long story short: Dad took on the roll of Chief Sandwich maker.
Each morning he would lovingly sandwich our requested fillings between two slices of bread, cut it into the requested shape, and wrap it in white kitchen paper. In the early days, he would initial the sandwiches, so we could identify which one to grab for our lunchbox. It remains unclear whether it was his love of The Far Side comics, or simply his [steep and steady decline into] madness, that inspired the sandwich wrapper hilarity that ensued. [Read more…]
Well, we survived – the JB Baby turns one today!
Little Goose; Magazine – today marks the day that you entered our crazy life. You made a smooth entry into the world (although I’m not sure my vagina would agree), and filled us with a false sense of security as you breezed through your first few days without so much as a whimper. You quickly [Read more…]
The perky pre-pregnancy, pre-baby breast. Plump; bouncy; and longed for in hindsight. [Read more…]
Do you know what Mummy, really does for fun?
It isn’t wiping boogy noses, or changing dirty bums.
It isn’t selling raffle tickets, or mending broken toys;
not even refereeing fights between small girls and boys. [Read more…]
