Parenthood is...

Image shown is for illustrative purposes only. Ours looked much worse....showing up at your kids’ day-care on Halloween and confirming that, yeah, sure, you totally made the haunted graveyard cake you're carrying with the kids' help. When, in reality, you and your partner stayed up till eleven arguing about the mechanics of making a meringue ghost fly and frantically trying to improvise piping bags out of the plastic grocery bags you scavenged from the supermarket earlier that day, while your kids slept in their beds, blissfully unaware. 

Sickbed.

Something I wrote a while ago when our son was ill. Touch wood, neither of them is (very) ill at the moment. I am so grateful for that.

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The Adulterers.

It often causes problems – and by it, I mean my infant son’s tendency to become infatuated with random strangers. Today, however, he excelled himself.

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