Monster Guts Slime from Dr. Dombie, the Science Zombie


I’m a bit of a lazy parent when it comes down to it: I love a good costume, but can’t muster much enthusiasm to make anything too elaborate. At the same time, I’d rather not go straight down the shop-bought route. I decide what’s doable from my perspective and this year, I steered Dominic in the direction of ‘Mad Scientist’. Continue reading

Two Sons: An Affection Insurance Policy

I was nervous I’ll admit. He’s been peppering his conversation with declarations of “luv woo mammeeee” accompanied by slobbery kisses for a couple of months now. Sometimes he’ll lick my face too, if he’s got more love (read: drool) to give. After he sidled up to me at lunchtime while I flicked though the weekend paper and called me pretty girl, I knew the time was right to pop the question.



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The Silver Linings Outlook


Practically off to college.

Good thing:

If you’re looking for a squishy wailing crawling human, this isn’t the place to look. We’re all out of babies in our house.  Sing hosannahs!  The bottle is gone!  He held onto it quite a bit longer than his big brother (Seriously, could you refuse that face?) Anyway, we’ve convinced the toddler he doesn’t need a bottle at night because he’s a big boy now.

I did this by saying “you’re a big boy now, aren’t you Teddy?” to which he said “yep”. Clever eh?

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Netflix. A family obsessed.


We are mad for Netflix here. Requests are shouted for particular shows and hey presto, they appear! The line has firmly blurred between what’s actually on TV now, in the moment, and what we can just summon up between our Sky and Netflix subscriptions. Though I’m not sure such a line ever even existed for my digital native offspring. Only two channnels in my day, sure they don’t know they’re born, mutter mutter grumble etc.

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Make do and mend: 5 knee patches in 73 easy steps.

knee patches

  • Note how your child’s trousers seem to be weakening somewhat.  Hang them back in wardrobe.
  • Months later, realise three pairs of trousers now have ripped or nearly ripped knees.  Hang them back in wardrobe.
  • Weeks after that, remove six pairs of trousers and realise if you don’t do something about it they’ll have no intact pants come winter.
  • Go on Pinterest and marvel at fancy patching options. Thank your lucky stars for our protracted indian summer and send junior off to school in shorts for most of September while full-length leg wear hangs, torn, in wardrobe.
  • Do one very cool Monster knee fix-up then mither husband for old jeans to attend to the rest.

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The Collective Suckies – Fancy Yogurty Goodness

Just yesterday I set off to work in a black dress and black tights.  As the day progressed, the previously unnoticed blue gel toothpaste splodges dried to a paler and paler colour, until mid afternoon when my lower half colour scheme was more Friesan Cow than black is the new black.  Point being, my kids are messy feckers.


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