The Good Owl Times

I have a thing for owls. When people ask what animal I relate to, I think of an owl - all-seeing and a wicked hunter (of dirt and missing things). Add to that the amazing old-fashioned illustrations and you couldn't stop me from picking up this gem at the op-shop if you chucked Chris Hemsworth... Continue Reading →

Growing Up Subtly

So I had a minor-major mum moment on Sunday where I realised, slightly tearfully, that my baby is well and truly growing up. Horns Tails Spikes and Claws by J. Elizabeth Mills and Jef Czekaj was one of my opshop finds a few years ago. It's one of those mix-and-match books you can flip different... Continue Reading →

Mama Humour

So I just realised I forgot to post the pics of my library in my last post. Here it is! Admittedly, we don't spend a huge amount of time reading here. However, I'm guessing this will change once we get the custom seat cushion for the bench put in. To combat the hypocrisy of berating... Continue Reading →

Facing Fear with Fear

We are two weeks away from moving into our brand new house. Those in the know will be aware of the arduous nature of this particular journey. From the moment we chose a builder, it has been THREE years in the making. Rather than go into vent-mode, I have chosen to look forward and am... Continue Reading →

The Case of the Mysterious Poo

The subject of poo for a parent can be distressing (lack of it), irksome (too much of it) or, if you're lucky, nothing to worry about at all. Potty training in our house was the one developmental thing I can honestly say I barely passed. Firstly, the timing was ALL off. First time around, she... Continue Reading →

Home Alone

Now that Iris is in full time school, six hours a day, five days a week, I thought I'd have free time coming out my ears. Nope. In fact, I feel more busy than I was last year when she was in school a lot less. So let me just say for the record, especially to... Continue Reading →

Embracing Everything

I knew Iris would be an active child because of her constant movement in utero. However, I never expected her to be so, super, duper, ridiculously, chatty. Ever since she was about 10 months, it has been relentless. That's what I called her then and it hasn't changed. Except that before it was cute baby babbling, easily... Continue Reading →

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