how we become parents
It's not all about the birthing. Or the nursing or the sleeplessness or the timeless, endless juggle. Actually for me it's not about that at all. It's about the yards, really, the hard yards. And if you'd told me in the beginning that holding a sick child would be a good and strong moment, I […]
apricot lunchbox snacks
My friend Lucie put me onto this book, for which I am very very grateful. Julie Maree Wood is full of truly excellent ideas about boosting the nutrition in the food of a small person who won't eat much of anything. These apricot balls, which she calls Iron Booster Balls, went down pretty well here. […]
feeding small children (or Part 2 of 2: Flawed)
It's hard, right? And anyone with children under six who says * oh my children eat absolutely everything * dinnertime is always such a relaxing time of day * I satisfy my creativeness in the kitchen and my children play quietly somewhere else while I'm cooking is a cyborg. Really, they are. If you know […]
who is feeding the children?
We were at The Big Banana in Coffs Harbour last week, such a hoot, and took the kids back a couple of days later to the water slide park they have there. Also a hoot. More so for Tilly who tore down the biggest slides possible while Henry was much more reticent and preferred […]
slow learner
You know, I talk a lot. I can probably really go on about stuff sometimes. And notwithstanding everything I know and have learnt (mostly the hard way), I can still be bloody stoopid sometimes. Like today. When Henry and Tilly were going BESERK at playgroup and I was thinking they were both wacko but maybe […]
the fun police
Something my friend Estelle wrote in my comments on an earlier post today made me stop and think: am I a Food Nazi? Estelle was commenting on the effect of food colouring on the output of children (oh yes, in so many ways), and I was thinking about Henry's birthday in August. We went to […]