January: Mamó flys over from Ireland to take care of two little boys on their summer holidays February: It never ever gets easier saying goodbye xx March: The little one turns 5 and the red haired Easter Bunny walks him to school April: Our first Family Holiday 3 weeks in Bali H.E.A.V.E.N May :... Continue Reading →
I love animals. They bring me peace. I hate coffee and English breakfast tea. I love water, wine and gin. I doubt myself every single day, multiple times a day, an hour ....
She has long auburn hair. She has green eyes and freckled arms. She sort or looks like me, but she is twice my size. Easily about ten foot.
Then we have the men. We need them to be our best friends. We try and connect to them the way we do our best female friend. But the men, they were not allowed to cry.
It was the evening of her funeral. I was climbing into the bottom bunk to read her youngest grandson a bedtime story. Her grandchildren had looked so handsome for her that day. In crisp clean ironed shirts and formal shorts. They usually look like two small beach bums. She would have been so proud of... Continue Reading →
Don't you feel like you are always chasing your tail, and then when you are not your are too exhausted to sit and care for that wild and bushy tail of yours.
January We enjoy lazy Summer Days at home Mamó Comes to stay . They enjoy her cuddles and stories. February The littlest one starts Kindy and enjoys every minute. Mummy and Mamó enjoy hanging out together Cú Boo turns 4 requests a Paw Patrol Cake. March The Boys Aussie Grandmother/ Nanna becomes ill and must... Continue Reading →
1: You are enough: It has only been 16 years since you entered this world, yet you have already forgotten. Forgotten the number one lesson. That you are enough, you were enough when you were a tiny newborn all scrunched up and wriggly, you were enough when you were 3 and you were taken to... Continue Reading →
When you are a parent there can be countless unexpected events in even one day. You must always be on the lookout for disaster to strike. Sunshine one minute, raining poo stones the next. Its a crazy beautiful thing.
Beatrice Bennett was fascinated by everything small. Ants, fungus, and even dust. As a child she would wander around her airy, creaky old house with a large magnifying glass in her hand inspecting tiny crevices and mouldy corners . Beatrice was tall for her age. When she was three she looked like she was six.... Continue Reading →