The 12 month cattle class jab

That time of a baby’s life where they’re required to have their 12 month immunisations. We do the council thing, coz they’re closer and the nurses know what they’re doing. Sure, it’s Cattle Class, but the waiting room isn’t full of sick people, and you get to do some awesome…

When testosterone is involved

Grumble. Our dishwasher is still out of action, and we are still taking great delight in making the kids dry the dishes that we handwash. Fun, fun, fun. Ok, fun is taking it a bit far, but I seem to have it down pat. Perhaps it’s the evil glare I…

OK, you may leave now …

Monkey Boy is clearly on the mend. How can I tell? Because he’s leaping around, being obnixous and saying “I can’t, I’m very sick” whenever asked to do something he doesn’t want to do. And he’s still up, despite having school tomorrow. My brother is over. The kids got him…

LOST!

No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer, no coffee machine. No computer. No coffee machine. Filing. Urgh.