Lately without meaning to I’ve been thinking about having kids. I don’t want to have a baby, I know I don’t want to, but my body doesn’t seem to agree. How weird is that? My body has its own agenda. It’s trotting down some pre-determined biological…
Everything I can see from here.
The lads are off fishing. Their rock-star dad is crafting them into little men. It’s pretty cool, a rite of passage thing I guess. The oldest got a grown-up rod for his last birthday and all he wants in the world, is to catch a King Fish. Great…
I’m off the hook
The lads are off fishing. Their rock-star dad is crafting them into little men. It’s pretty cool, a rite of passage thing I guess. The oldest got a grown-up rod for his last birthday and all he wants in the world, is to catch a King Fish. Great…
Being the oldest child is quite simply, awesome. You get to dominate the home from birth, take everyone hostage and generally have your own way.
And if you’re any good at it, the right of power will easily extend over your younger sibling. Until they…
I started this blog because I needed a time capsule. I wanted to be able to look back and remember what it was like. Photos don’t provide the context that words do, and I really don’t want to be a blank old lady.
Maybe one day the kids will also want to…
Lads,
Do you remember being little, when we lived in that villa with the purple door?
You were quite the ‘gift with purchase’ back then, smart, cute, not too annoying, totally wide-eyed about the world and fully engaged with the next big thing.
And even…
My step mum Biggles is naturally fabulous.
Seeing the way she lives has given me permission me to stay enthusiastically baby free. She does what she wants, follows her dreams, cares deeply and has an epic life without children of her own. When I grow up,…
Last week one of the mums at the school gate loftily pronounced that successful parenting is about teaching children to care for themselves.
And though I don’t usually fit in with the school gate mums, I do like her thinking. Mostly because it brings to…
Got talking with my husband about fatherhood last night. In a voice fit for a teenage girl in love, he told me that having your own kids is delicious, like living with life sized caramel slices that you feel torn between wanting to eat and wanting to…
