The ice-cream van is much maligned in this house. A little piece of me dies every time I hear the familiar, gut-wrenching jingle. It normally signals begging, pleading, imploring and general freaking out from the under 5 footers & it also normally occurs at either dinner or bedtime. I, of…
View PostLast Friday morning was going pretty well, all things considered. Recapping my week as I stuffed the remainder of a packet of ham into 1st born’s wholemeal sandwich (standard – half girl, half salty pork at this point) I had kept everyone alive, not been in trouble with the law…
View PostWho doesn’t love a good smoothie? Right? I mean what’s not to love about smoothies? All that fruity (and veggie) goodness pulverised into a refreshing glass of unadulterated honest wholesomeness. I’ll tell you who. My husband. That’s who. Is it me or are the proportions of this pic’ a bit…
View PostOk so I know that my sense of humour is somewhat prepubescent – but I bet you giggled!! (Sunday – 9.45am: 3rd born asleep in buggy, 2nd born digging a hole to “Engerland” (no questions please – I am aware), 1st born on sleepover, Supervalu Coffee & Choc Croissant.…
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