So much for my mummiform. Neither denim jeans nor 10 ounce “hard yakka” pants are up to life with a toddler. Sigh. Time to investigate the world of patches. I am not going to replace my jeans every six months!
Category Archives: Jottings
We watched “I don’t know how she does it” a couple of months ago and one of the many aspects which I identified with was the mum’s need for lists, the never-ending lists of things to do. I’ve kept a list going on our fridge for about a year now because the only thing more […]
Yesterday morning we woke up at 6:50, and realized that we should start setting an alarm again! Master Z woke up around 7:15am. Phenomenal! Then, continuing this entry into “Is this really happening?” world, Zac finally had his afternoon nap after nearly two hours of settling….and could not be woken. We decided to give him […]
Home from a lovely, lovely weekend at Rafe’s folks’ place in Pt Lonsdale. They spoiled me all weekend for my birthday, starting with a gorgeous lunch at a nearby vineyard for R and I, whilst they looked after Master Z. Succulent chawanmushi, tender eye fillet and an impressive taster plate with five full-size desserts! Oh […]
Two nights in a row, when we’ve asked if Zac has had enough dinner or wants more food, he has pointed at the fridge and said “wazat” (assuming it means “want that” in this context). Last night when I opened the fridge he asked for “gert” (yoghurt). Tonight he asked for grapes – I can’t […]