Just this morning, I narrowly avoided the famously coined (and universally understood and appreciated); ‘toddler tantrum’. The warning signs were clear – clenched eyelids married with flushed skin and traffic controller-like movements – signalling the sour beginnings of a passionate (and very public) display of physical and audible terror. Toddler tantrums, or ‘temper tantrums’ (depending on which popular ‘Google’ discourse… Read More
The need to want…
As the saying goes; we often want what we don’t have. Once ‘said object’ of desire has been attained, and/or ‘said void’ has been filled, we are often quick to move on to wanting the next thing we don’t have – a perpetuating cycle of behaviour so remarkably universal, that it remains to be considered one of the most perplexing… Read More
Squeals on Wheels
Visiting the grocery store with a toddler is often an unavoidable reality. Even in the past (when childless), shopping for necessities while pushing a heavy frame of plated steel attached to wheels incapable of taking direction, was a thought that would often cause me to physically slump. Now as a Mum, I try to limit my trips where possible and… Read More
Basket Case
Our week (in summary) has been sprinkled with cause to celebrate – birthdays and dinner parties, family sleepovers and a baby shower; nestled amongst appointments I couldn’t shift and play dates I’d shift mountains to keep. A handful of truly priceless moments muddled alongside a collection of ‘must dos’ and ‘should dos’, which left me feeling perplexed and a little… Read More
Making the cut
A story of hair lost in adulthood is often a very different tale to one of hair removed in youth. Just the other day, I gifted my two-year-old son with a haircut so dreadful that it left me blubbering in a pile between towel rack and bath tub – what seemed at the time to be my very own ‘rock… Read More
A uniform state of mind…
Each year like clockwork, we welcome (with unfailing regularity) the start of a new school year. My son is not quite three-years-old, and so I can’t claim to have yet experienced the panic of fulfilling exhausting book and accessory orders; nor can I rapport with the potential quandaries around school selection and waitlists, or the often time-consuming enrolment process. I… Read More

