My Parenting Style, Summed up in One Image


Smalls is two today. And as I was going through the photos of her first birthday party (it was a Peter Rabbit theme complete with carrot cake because of course), I came across this one I forgot. I had tried to order cupcakes from a friend who is much better at decorating them than I am, but she had to pull out at the last minute, which meant my … [Read more...]

Imperfect mothering

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A little while ago, Rachel from A Mother Far From Home emailed me and asked me some curly questions about my parenting. She was going to compile them so her readers could feel a little reassured that we're all just trying to do our best, and that nobody is perfect. I'm so imperfect I couldn't even get my reply email back to her on time! I … [Read more...]

Kids Live Here


Tiny tyrants have taken over the house. It's kinda fun. But I'm not gonna lie, I can't wait until they can pick up their own tipped-out pencils twelve times a day. What's it like at yours? What are you sick to death of doing for the eight-millionth time?   … [Read more...]


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When I worked in vacation care, the parents (mostly mums) would come and drop their kiddos to us and I'd ask the little ones what they'd like to do that day. Painting? Colouring? Play dough, musical statues, popsicle stick craft, you name it, we could do it. It sounded like a hell of a lot of fun (and it was) and sometimes I felt a little sorry for … [Read more...]

The Fussy Eater: How far we’ve come

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While I'm not sold on labelling kids, the truth of the matter is, my kid is not an enthusiastic eater. Ever since that day when she was 13 months old and refused her lunch, she has been wary of new food. For the longest time, she point-blank refused to eat anything except peanut butter sandwiches, fruit, yogurt, and weetbix. I kept trying new … [Read more...]

Laundry Life

Laundry Life. The Veggie Mama.

You should have seen how devastated my mother-in-law looked recently when she spent all day getting through our mountain of laundry, only to have me throw a freshly-messed kid shirt into the empty basket she was triumphantly replacing in the bathroom. It doesn't end. It's never going to end. I moved out of home very young, and by 20 I'd been … [Read more...]