Tilly was so overcome by the sheer excitement of being next to try on “lipick” she derped the derpiest face I’ve ever witnessed. Props to the awesome lady at Bobbi Brown for indulging little-girl dreams so this mama could find the perfect daytime red lippy.
Most evenings see me in a pair of yoga pants I bought when I was pregnant because I’ve got this thing about not wanting to “waste” nice clothes on hanging out at home (I blame my half-Scottish heritage for this mindset). Don’t go imagining a stylish “lounging at home in my activewear” getup though; these pants were from the $5 rack at Kmart, and are so old their cost-per-wear sits at about 0.0004 cents. Due to their clingy nature, they made my pregnant ass look like two baskets of rutting hamsters, but goddamit I love a bargain so wore them anyway. Also, nothing else fit. I was wearing these pants as I tucked Amy into bed last night, so was taken aback when she said, “Are you going out for dinner after I’ve gone to sleep? Those pants look fab-lee-iss”. Ah, but Amy is four, and in Four Year Old World a $5 pair of yoga pants can be considered totally ok to wear to a restaurant (stick that in your lemon, Lulu). It got …
Went to bed with one person; woke up in another bed with a different person who’d spent several hours yelling “sing songs with me!” New Year’s Eve, you haven’t changed one bit. #SluttyTeenOrTiredMother?
“Dads do stinky farts. Mums just fart glitter”.
The ratio of grandparents to children is now a healthy 3:2 They all keep saying things like “send them to our room if they wake up early!” “We can look after them while you guys go and do stuff” and “more wine?” (Actually that last one may have been me talking to myself, but yes please)
Tilly just took a pen from my hand and firmly said: “Only for grownups”. #ApparentlyNotAGrownUp
“Wait, Mum! Let me take a photo before we put it in the fridge”
I’ve had children for 4.5 years now. Yet I still find myself asking questions aloud, such as “why are there teeth marks in the toilet paper roll?” “Why are there dirty socks in the fridge?” What’s a fork doing jammed in the cat door?”, as if I expect a reasonable answer in response.
Thrilled to have two pieces in the latest edition of Little Treasures Magazine! My regular column is about how if you stop paying attention to all the “Mummy Wars!”carry-on you can discover what amazing little unifiers babies are. The other piece is a gorgeous double-pager featuring a lovely family I’ve had the pleasure of meeting through UpsideDowns (the charity I work with that provides access to speech therapy for children with Down Syndrome).
McPikelets 