getting organised.

getting organised.

Last year, preschool mornings were always crazy. Hit-the-ground-running-and-don’t-forget-the-coffee crazy. Especially when one of the mornings saw me out the door at 8.50 for preschool drop-off,…

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the day before...

the day before…

Boy Two was at preschool. Little Miss was in bed. For the final time, before my baby became a big boy, it was just me…

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camping out...

camping out…

The rain was still falling, and the cabin fever was starting to set in. The toyroom thoroughly destroyed , and two small boys were in…

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G7

G7

Dear Jane, The final stitch fell into place, and the small child hovering at my elbow jumped excitedly. “Mummy, mummy, you’ve finished! Your Dear Jane…

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The pile grows.

The pile grows.

With the floor clear, and the desk empty, it seemed only fitting I spend a bit of time messing things up again. Those quilts I’d…

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