the last day

the last day

I adore school holidays. All three of my babies home, and all mine for two whole weeks. And lately, their daddy as well. But Monday…

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hello mr postman.

hello mr postman.

The loungeroom was a swirl of paper, as they drew, then cut, then folded and slipped small scraps into my hand. “Mail for you mummy!”….

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lazy friday

lazy friday

It’s been a lazy Friday, in a busy kind of way. School drop offs, toddler music lessons. A girl down for a nap and a…

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shake and shake and shake and stop

shake and shake and shake and stop

School holidays are upon us. Lots of singing and dancing and playing and crafting. The recycling bin is no longer a safe haven for tired…

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Wittle Soot

Wittle Soot

Still trying to find his bearing with his little mate gone off to school, a morose little boy wanders into the kitchen, and wraps himself…

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aussie kids. are weetbix kids.

aussie kids. are weetbix kids.

With Bear at school, Bubba Boy is a bit lost. Late last week, he was wandering around aimlessly, his little face forlorn. “what’s up, sweetheart?”,…

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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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