Yes, this is her eating cake batter. That’s a nutritious snack, right?
Yes, she’s still in her Elmo pyjamas.
Yes, she stayed in them all day.
Yes, I had lots of work to do today and so at one point the tears of frustration welled up in her little eyes.
Yes, I felt guilty. The kind of guilt that makes you die inside, just a little.

So I have this pretty ordinary About Me page. Honestly, who likes writing those things? I should start a blogging carnival where we all write one another a kick-ass ‘About Me’ page. I think everyone would be happy with that. Because as much time as l might spend writing about myself on a day-to-day basis, when it comes to boiling down my mind, body and soul into a punchy couple of paragraphs, I kind of suck.
I got a rejection letter from the Smart Home Family today. Which is not unexpected. …

Although that’s not an overly descriptive title. 50 per cent of her life at this moment is spent mid-jump. If the world is divided into Eyore’s and Tigger’s, she’s definitely a Tigger.

Today I read about how the UN wants to ban smacking. My first thought? If they are powerless to influence world leaders, I’m pretty sure they’ve got no chance of changing family choices behind closed doors. Nonetheless, countries who have chosen to outlaw it include Austria, Denmark, Finland, Norway, Germany, Italy, Israel, Iceland, Ukraine, Bulgaria, Hungary, Belgium and Greece. The NSW Committee who examined the current laws opted not to give children the same rights as adults, and smacking (providing it is a reasonable punishment) is still legal.
I’m not …

The theme this week at i heart faces is Dramatic Black and White.

“Children seldom have a proper sense of their own tragedy, discounting and keeping hidden the true horrors of their short lives, humbly imagining real calamity to be some prestigious drama of the grown-up world.” – Shirley Hazzard

It has been far too long since I visited Pompa. Weeks go by, and sometimes I don’t think about it. But then I feel guilty, or rather the guilt builds up to the point where my choice is either to be swallowed by my own self-loathing or go and visit him. Visiting him is so much easier. And I’m always pleased afterwards.
I’ve been to a fair few nursing homes, and I can’t say that I’ve liked any of them. Even the good ones. Necessary cages for people who either mentally …

Toddlers don’t learn to walk.
They learn to pull themselves up. And once they can put one foot in front of the other. They run.
And they’re surprisingly fast and slippery.
So, that’s one good thing about my grandfather’s nursing home. The outside is securely fenced. So she can run around to her hearts content.
Hello, telephoto lense. I was relaxing in a chair.

Seriously! Just because I have refused to let you go to the toilet on your own for the last 2 years, is hardly an excuse to disturb me while I’m in the shower.

That’s the awesome thing about toddlers. They don’t conform to anything, ever. And not in the Emo way of we’re all so different unique flowers but mysteriously we all look exactly the same. In the genuine, I have no concept of societal norms and will do what interests me and makes me giggle.
I was reading this article by her royal highness of blog coolness all about being a non-conformist in High School. If there was a trophy for that I’m sure I would win. Although, to do this day I’m …

I don’t recognise this little girl. She looks really grown up. Kill me now.
Here she is on the bed where I breastfed her, rocked her to sleep and co-slept with her for the best part of 2 years.
But today she didn’t do any of those things. She put her shoes on and chanted ‘Shops! Shops! Shops!’
And we went shopping.