The Cake of Dragon Bored

The Cake of Dragon Bored

The 15th anniversary of the extraction of the Middlest Child was fast approaching and with my brain and days filled to near overflowing I felt it best to be as organised as far ahead of time as possible. I attempted, with some 4-6 weeks to spare, to extract some sort…

The Birthday Day

The middlest one has reached the lovely, anticipated, pre-pubescent age of twelve. Having taken examples from his older, relatively newly pubescent brother, he spent much of his actual birthday in a state of Surly, as those in the pre- and presently-pubescent have the absolute right to do, and you hate…

Birthday. Again.

Sometimes, I feel like all I do is birthdays. No, that’s not entirely true. It’s that I insist on having several parties for each child and it simply adds up. Anyhoo, after two or so months of crazy moving chaos, and still enduring trips to Ikea and Bunnings and Spotlight…

The First Day and The Cake

Chippie commenced his first official day of primary school today. Whilst a momentous occasion, my mind has been warped from being in the presence of one child or another, or many, or few over the last six weeks or so. Being one who does not bode well not utilising my…

A what sort of cake? Cheezel?

Godzilla’s birthday. His 6th. What fun the last 6 years have been. Challenging. Loving. Fun. Funny. And just plain weird. I like to call him quirky. Other’s don’t think so. And I do wonder who I’m trying to convince. Me or them? Still, it’s been quirky, challenging, fun and funny.…