Tag Archives: motherhood

Best goodnight ever

Snuggled up with Love Bug last night after reading books, she reached out and put her hand on my cheek: I love you so so much in all the world my mumma. Then without skipping a beat she got really close … Continue reading

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I can’t

As endearing as I forgot not to is, I can’t is the POLAR opposite. I can’t is applied in many situations. When I’m tired. When I’m grumpy. When I just can’t be bothered. When I’m all of the above. I … Continue reading

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Is it too easy to click next?

This week I have had no less than three conversations {I say no less, because I’m also having a fourth via email} about the huge decision to, and path of, becoming a mumma on your own. Not vague, passing comment … Continue reading

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Sunday silliness

Attempting to get one photo to send to my sister … instead we got loads. All silly. All fun. All filled with happiness and love. We really are so lucky.

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I can smell the warm

The warm weather is definitely with us in Sydney. Our frangipani tree seems to have sprouted leaves almost overnight, definitely within the past week they’ve been growing like crazy. We got into the car one day this week and the … Continue reading

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I forgot not to

Love Bug, did you draw on your leg? Oh mumma, I forgot not to. Love Bug, did you put your books in your wardrobe? I forgot not to put them in there. Love Bug, are you jumping on my mattress on … Continue reading

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Oh the indignity

Oh the indignity of being the fuzzy sibling of a preschooler. While Beary looks almost resigned to being dressed up like Elsa {all the while being reminded that he is actually Sven!}, Bella seems fully aware of the shame. Of … Continue reading

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