The Birthday Cake

Monkey Boy’s fourteenth birthday was approaching and, unlike both of us, we hadn’t given a great deal of thought to his cake. Or, maybe, in hindsight, maybe he had, and I just thought he was being a smart arse. You see, when I asked him, he told me he wanted…

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…

Caked Out

[Insert something witty/profound/humorous/humbling/heartwrenching that refers to birth of second child 11 years ago – something for the masses] I would do it, but after yesterday’s running around shenanigans, whereby Monkey Boy was transported to the doctor for a checkup on his “I feel off a cliff and broke my arm”…

Birthday Season: Feeling the Love

The first of September is not only the start of a new month, nor the first day of Spring but is also the start of Birthday Season. Only because two of us have birthdays in September and one of those birthdays is mine and that’s all that matters. Or so…