Mummy Style

It’s pre-8.00a.m. and I’m up, getting organised to go to the markets with a friend. Gangnam Style has, for most of the rest of the world, has passed through its phase and its popularity is waning. Except in this house, were it feels like its on incessant repeat in one…

It's all in the timing

Biggest One and Littlest One happily playing together. Or, I dunno, annoying the crap out of each other. Hard to tell the difference these days. Monkey Boy says something to his littlest brother; something that I don’t quite hear. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” the four-year-old replies. He only had himself to…

Shopping with the …um … kids

We had one of those moments after school where things not only didn’t conflict, but worked out remarkably well! Hurrah! For it is but a rare occasion when two things meld so remarkably. We had to kill a bit of time after school, and Grumpy Pants needed a few things…

The List of Christmas Grumps

In light of all the fun (I use the term loosely) I had with my dearly beloved and the Christmas Present Wrapping Festivities of earlier, I came up with a list of people who should be rounded up and shot sent away to Arsehead Island for a while. People who…

The final leg….

Leave Canberra house in relative peace again, removing the boys, and driving off with them. Chippie now back to “normal” plus excessive snot cried a majority of the time and could only be placated by holding a biscuit. Ever now and again, in slumber, he spat his dummy out, took…