Theres twelve more days until Big Son goes away to university. This makes me sad. Because I will miss him desperately of course, but also because then I will be stuck with all these other children - as my very bestest babysitter in the universe runs away to a life of independence and freedom from… Continue reading Countdown to Independence Day
Some conversations with a six year old just NEED to be preserved for posterity. This morning, Bella was feeling wistful. "I want a boyfriend." I was horrified. "What!? Why? You're too little. You don't need a boyfriend." "You have Dad. I want my own boyfriend," she replied indignantly. I tried to be understanding. "But why?… Continue reading When your Six Yr old Wants a Boyfriend.
I never filmed any of my baby deliveries. Not the twenty-two hour labor with suction, forceps and episiotomy – the one where I alternately begged to be put out of my misery and yelled at the Hot Man to go find a different doctor who would know what to do with my misery. Not the… Continue reading Why You Need to Film your most Painful Moments
"I love you Bella. My love for you is more than alllllll the stars in the universe." I say lovingly as I hug and kiss her at bedtime. Because I'm a writer and I can't ever just say, I love you...No, I have to add in some beautiful poignant imagery as well. Her response? "I love… Continue reading Love that Blows Your Mind
If we were living in Samoa, my children would dance the traditional Samoan siva at school and it would be no big deal. Because everybody does the siva in Samoa at some point, either for a school culture activity, or church/community/village event. And sure, I would go watch them and clap and cheer for them… Continue reading To Dance with My Heart
This morning, Bella wants to know, "What's that thing called so you can stand up and pee?" She mimes standing there with an imaginary something in her hands, spraying imaginary pee everywhere in a really cool way. Explaining, "See, make it go that way. Make it go over there. Make it go over here." I… Continue reading I Want a Penis
If you're a man - then you're not allowed to read this blog. None of my kids are allowed to read it either. If you choose to disobey this directive, then I cannot be held responsible for the feelings of horror and/or disgust that may ensue. You have been warned. Today I want to talk… Continue reading Does your Plumbing Leak?
We needed something done to our cable connection. I called the SKY office and they sent round a very nice young man to do it. He was friendly, helpful and efficient - and quickly worked his magic on the cable connection. He was also white (think blonde n blue-eyed) and did I mention that he was… Continue reading The Cable Guy Got Me All Excited!
You know what irks me? When Big Daughter wants to buy a new book for her Kindle she is sunshine on crack. 'Hi Mum, guess what?!' (gleeful. Like she has news that will transport ME into throes of ecstasy.) Me. Suspicious. 'What?' Her. 'The latest Rick Riordan book is out! The one we've been waiting… Continue reading She’s Sunshine on Crack