This is how I blog. Eventually the neighbours will get used to my weird taking-photos-of-my-food shenanigans (I hope), but there will never be anything more interesting to my kids than their mother climbing on the furniture. Smalls calls out “cawful, mum! cawful!” and I’m like “I’ll be careful mate, thanks”.
Then I die of the cute.
Speaking of shenanigans, there’ll be some of the podcast variety soon! Get your ears ready.
So many pretties brightening up the new place.
So much cooking.
So many bursting ovaries. I mean, for REAL? Look at that! I’m actually dying over here.
What’s been happening at yours?