This is Part B to the post I published a couple of weeks ago, on what clothes to buy to prepare for a new baby. The previous list was for babies born in the warmer months, this is a checklist for babies due when the weather turns cold. My goal is to help you create…
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How do you compress a person into a year? How do you tell, without being impossibly shallow, what a child’s birthday means to a mother? Can anyone truly build into words the story of a little one who one year ago wasn’t here and now, as the sparklers on his birthday cake sizzle and glow,…
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Sometimes do you go along to something that has so much potential but it just falls short? And you’re left with a bit of an empty feeling and you think, “This could have been SO GOOD, why didn’t the organisers take it there?” Yeah me too. I spent the afternoon on Saturday imagining how I…
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Lonely gold shoe // Christmas already? // A tale of two cities: New York and Melbourne // First face paint // Mummy Pig // Celebration in stock // Typewriters in the city // Ralph is crawling now. Can you tell? // Boys’ night // “Hey Mummy I writing your name” // Afternoon light I’m taking…
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Meet my children. They’re pretty great. Their names are Scout and Ralph. Those are not their real names, of course. Their real names are no big secret and if it’s eating you up inside and you just have to know, simply scroll back through some of my older posts and you’ll find them. I haven’t…
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She runs away from me, a little further each day. Squealing with glee, captioning her flight, as if I didn’t know it: I running away Mummy! Even as she runs she longs to be close. She twists to watch me as she races the other way, bumping into walls and trees and tumbling down hills…
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Oh hello, have you been enjoying the sunshine? We sure have. But this was how my weekend started. It was about 4am on Friday night/Saturday morning. I was coming home from a night out dining, drinking and dancing with my friends… No, I wasn’t. I HAD been fast asleep in my bed with my ear-plugs…
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Warning: rant pending. This is a little pep talk for everyone expecting (or one day hoping to expect, or friends with someone who is expecting) their first baby. It is called DON’T LISTEN TO THE STORIES. You know the stories I’m talking about. The “You Will Never Sleep Again” stories. The “Your Breasts Will Sag…
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Sunday, 3:30pm: We are picking lemons. I LOVE picking lemons! Mummy says I’m very busy. I think I will shout. ME BUSY! ME BUSY! The lemons are up very high in the tree. This is so exciting, how can I contain myself? I know, I’ll yell. UP HIGH! UP HIGH! Now I think I will…
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This post is slightly off-topic but it seems a lot of my friends have fallen pregnant lately, and some of the questions and comments they’ve been sharing are pretty familiar. And I thought if they were raising these questions and I had raised these questions, then quite possibly a lot of other people would have…
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Treasure Island, X marks the spot. DAGGER IN THE BACK! Blood running up, Blood running down. Blood running up, Blood running down. Crack of an egg! (Spiders and bees). Cool breeze? [Whisper]: Tight squeeze. {From my bloodthirsty childhood, to theirs. What was your favourite game?}
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At any given moment, if you were to pop around to our house unannounced, there would probably be piles of washing waiting to be folded and put away, overflowing the green chairs in our hallway. As you stepped over the plastic toys and pushed passed the jolly-jumper hanging from the door frame and waded through…
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