I know, I know. It’s heading in to winter and here I am blogging about shorts! I made these spring shorts an age ago and wore them all summer. The photos in the post were taken in February, no kidding. Life gets busy and I simply forgot to blog about them. Then I saw aRead more
If there’s a budding firefighter in your family, you really must visit the Museum of Fire in Penrith. As soon as the boys’ caught a glimpse of the fire engines the excitement was palpable! There’s a huge number of shiny red fire trucks at the Museum of Fire, from every era. It never occurred toRead more
One of my female colleagues, let’s call her Fran, has two sons. We’ve wanted to grab a coffee since I returned from maternity leave months ago. I bumped into Fran at the printer recently and mentioned our yet to eventuate coffee date. Fran replied basically that she didn’t feel she could pop out for aRead more
The first term of my eldest son’s education is over. It was relatively smooth sailing. I wasn’t particularly worried about his transition to school. He’s social and smart but kind of lazy. Honestly I’ve no idea who he takes after! The one thing I was worried about was school lunches. Not because I’d need toRead more
Returning to work after having a baby can be tough. There’s the guilt about leaving your child in the care of another. It’s a constant rush to get everyone out the door and where they need to be on time. If you work part time, like me, there’s a constant niggle that you’re not reallyRead more
Oh the simplicity and joy of hanging out with one child! Today it was just the biggest lad and I. We made the most of it by catching the ferry to Cockatoo Island. Cockatoo Island has been transformed into the Embassy of the Real for the Biennale of Sydney (#20BOS). Each of the venues for theRead more
There are five words I wish my Mum never said to me. It’s not “you need to lose weight” or “I won’t come dress shopping”. At first blush the words seem relatively innocent, but they are perhaps the most hurtful words anyone has ever said to me. The five words I wish my Mum neverRead more
Perhaps my fondest childhood memories are of spending time at my grandparents farm. Feeding hay to the cows from the back of the truck. Lambs being warmed and bottle feed in front of the fire. Riding bikes down the lane to collect the mail. It’s a shame that there aren’t any farms in the familyRead more