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 →

Lost in Wonderland

This is quite possibly the most exciting gift I have ever received, by proxy that is. Thanks to Iris' most wonderful and almost psychic godmother, we now have one of the most beautiful books ever in our library. I was at least ten times more excited than Iris when she was presented the book. Robert... 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 →

Big, Bold and Beautiful

I used to be an elephant. Nooooo, not in size but in remembering a ridiculous number of things. From facts and figures to trivial events in the lives of friends and family, I was a veritable fount of useful and not so useful knowledge. Now, I find my mind is developing holes and I can no... Continue Reading →

Warning: Contains Mischief, Sheep Mischief

Any book that has the above disclaimer is definitely worth the read, IMO. Am I right? Especially when it's about a mischievous sheep. What more can you expect from a coupla Kiwis? Mark and Rowan Sommerset are the husband and wife duo behind Dreamboat Books. Mark writes and Rowan churns out the gorgeously clean illustrations. Check out... Continue Reading →

Guess How Much I Love Winning?

I have never, ever, ever, ever won anything. I'm not talking about for sports, because I had to work, a little, for those. I'm talking about those supermarket lucky draws, travel draws, the hundreds of Frankie magazine giveaways, etc. Zip, nada, zero. This changed in the most appropriate and wonderful way possible last Tuesday. It... Continue Reading →

The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me and my Love for Roald Dahl

Back when I was in primary school (don't even think of asking when that was), I was a regular of what I remember as our tiny library. I favoured fantasy and shunned anything based on real life. I found Nancy Drew and The Famous Five irritating in the extreme, which is ironic given my current... Continue Reading →

Rediscovering Old Gems

Another brilliant perk of being a parent (as if you needed more), apart from being legitimately allowed to play with toys again, is rediscovering all my old favourite books and sharing them with someone else who'll appreciate them just as much. Dean's Enchanting Stories from The Magic Forest  was one of those books I kept reading... Continue Reading →

Politely Murderous

I definitely have a thing for black humour. When presented in the innocent oeuvre of children's books, the delivery is so deadpan, it often reduces me to tears. Following in the vein of Jon Klassen's I Want My Hat Back (see my review here), Daniel Miyares' Pardon Me! is kiddy macabre at its best. It's about a bird, a... Continue Reading →

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