Three Ring Circus

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Starstruck.

Imogen and Madeline are both slaves to the performing arts.
Much like I was in my younger years. Oh yes, my friends, I was not always The Old Woman Who Lived In The Shoe, I used to love all things thespian, as my mother will proudly tell anyone who will listen. I sang and danced and […]

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I’ll have the house salad, thanks.

Take one Mummy, confine her to the laundry.
Get into her ribbon stash (that another chef has neglected to pack away) and pull Every. Single. Ribbon from its roll and call it ‘pasta’.
Take scrapbooking cardboard flowers (hundreds of the little suckers) from the back room, sprinkle a few into the ‘bowl’ you have aquired from the […]

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All this and then…

Ivy made it through the night but left in the wake of a sleepless, sick child, is her mother, who feels barely a human, let alone a human capable of looking after many.
My washing machine ( a most valuable tool in a house of nine) decided to break, as if in sympathy for my broken […]

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So not cool.

We had soccer today and like every weekend when we have a home game, Imogen and Madeline asked if they could take Ivy and Noah to the park.
Usually, I say ‘no’.
I can’t see the park from the field and besides that, I like everyone to stay together, to cheer the boy on, you know.
Today, I […]

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In Noah’s world.

The boy’s nose is running and his eyes are red and scratchy.
He comes into our room and snuggles down.
He cups my face and says… ” You kiss it better, Mummy”.
“Awwww”, I soothe, “Do you have a cold?”
He considers this for a minute, considers his surroundings and the fact that he is snuggled up in the […]

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It’s hard to be angry when…

He climbs onto the bed, looking for me to read him a book but then changes direction when he discovers his father is home.
I put my hands out to him but he refuses…
“No, Mummy, you not read the book, Daddy read it”.
David and I have been having a ‘heated discussion’, so this obvious favouritism erks […]

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I’m not hip with that.

My almost twelve year old twins have just come home and announced to me that they are going out with two equally hormonal, prepubescent boys.
Best friends.
Boys.
Double dating my girls.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Boy germs.
It wasn’t that long ago that we used to tease each other about boy germs if an offending species of the male variety brushed up against […]

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Car by association.

Noah loves cars.
Loves them.
He is, quite simply, a car head.
Like his father - who can identify the type of car at night by the shape of the headlights. (Scary but true).
Noah identifies each and every person by the kind of car they drive and addresses them accordingly…
He doesn’t know the type (yet) but he has named […]

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Only in my house…

Just when you think that you can’t take anymore and that you are at breaking point, you walk down the hallway to discover this:

I love my kids!
They rock and they totally made  my day, made everything okay, if just for a small moment in time. The belly laugh was SO needed.

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Frock You!

When you live in the boonies, there is not alot of choice in clothing for kids.
I am not adverse to some trackies and a sloppy joe but when it comes to Ivy and Noah I like to dress them up. Besides the fact they look cute, it makes me feel good!
That’s why I love internet […]