Finn got a bike for his birthday last October and was sooo stoked. He was on it constantly, up and down the driveway (only occasionally in the bushes beside the driveway) and up the hills around the block multiple times without stacking it once. We even ventured to a BMX track where he hared around like Evel Knievel, scaring the poo out…
Category: The Shit My Kids Say And Do
The shit my kids say and do. It’s self explanatory. Sometimes it’s all about their shit, other times their shit is only peripherally involved. Sometimes it’s funny shit, sometimes annoying as crap shit, sometimes poignant shit, but all shit I wanna remember and the kind of shit I think you might be interested in.
Shafts of Light: Arrowtown, New Zealand.
Arrowtown Day 1. We used to stay with beloved family whilst in the Queenstown area, but in summer the 3 hour time difference including daylight saving means our body clocks make us a bit antisocial – 7am is a completely reasonable time for Kiwis to get up but the only Aussies that want to be awake at…
Goldilocks & the Ginger Bears.
The Enzed odyssey continues at long last… The 4 hour drive from Dunedin to Arrowtown was fairly uneventful. (Well the first 3.5 hours were very uneventful and the last 0.5 very eventful, so that’s on average.) It felt so nice to be in the country again. We stopped for munchies in Milton and saw farmers politely removing muddy gumboots before…
For My Dear Friends Freezing Their Arses Off in the Northern Winter.
A rather belated Christmas Day post! (And you’re probably all ‘SRSLY? Do you even get the concept of blogging in a timely, relevant fashion?‘) (May I remind you that this time last year I’d been AWOL for 3 months? …I am actually quite impressed with myself.) (If you like, just imagine this all happened last Sunday. It could have;…
A Cherry Merry Christmas.
We didn’t think we’d be seeing Mum and Justine for Christmas last year, but thanks to J getting a consulting gig at the last hour, the boys and I squeezed on to a flight south for an early one. I was so thankful we made it. It was important to me to be in Mum’s house, with her and Justine…
Squishy.
I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. And he shall be my squishy. Happy 4th birthday, gorgeous boy! – Michelle
How To Make Funs & Influence Little People.
Finn turned 6 in October and he is so chuffed. I am too – another wonderful year of his company. He’s doing great; loving school, meeting new mates and having adventures of his own, which is fantastic and to be encouraged, even if he leaves us behind sometimes. This was brought home to me at…
Island Time.
Island Time: The time vacuum created by the ocean’s presence. Similar to stoner’s time, everything moves nice and slow. Yup, that’s me. Ssslllooooowwww. Merry *belated* Christmas! Hope you had a great one, and built some kickarse sandcastles on the big day… or kickass snowmen, depending on your hemisphere. Or even just enjoyed some non-denominational time off. Peace! …
Things That Go Bump In The Night.
***WARNING AGAIN!! Especially for you, Justine. Freaky-ass kids alert.** Have your kids ever scared the crap outta you? Mine have. I don’t mean when they’re doing something dangerous and I’m fretting they’ll hurt themselves, or those times when they have hurt themselves and I’m terrified it’s serious – not that kind of scared. I mean that hackles-raising, cold-sweat-inducing, IS-THIS-MY-CHILD-OR-SOME-KIND-OF-DEMON-SPAWN…
Happy Spooky Week; Part Boo!
***WARNING this post contains elements of the gruesome, ghastly and eww gross. It’s a Halloween post so you might already be expecting that, but I have no way of knowing how squeamish you are so I thought I’d give you a heads up so you don’t end up with your head down… the toilet. The boys had…
Happy Spooky Day! (Part 1)
“Spooky Day” is Rory’s name for Halloween, but I’ve missed it (againnn… that seems to becoming a tradition too). And I missed All Souls’ Day. AND Dia de los Muertos. Let’s make it a spooky week then! The starter flag dropped for the end of year rush last week with Finny’s birthday (SIXTH! Another post…) and…
Still Not A Journal. 