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In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.

It's 2.13 am. The house is silent. Silent that is, except for the angry wails and shouts exploding from my nine month old daughter's nursery. Baby girl is pissed. In fact I'm almost certain when I looked at the monitor screen I saw her give the camera The Ups (does anyone ever call it that… Continue reading In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.

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Oh no you didn’t, girl! What Rosie did next.

"I think you've got a little something under your eye... is it mascara?" My mum, Treasure, said to me as we sipped the cappuccinos she'd brought over last Saturday afternoon. "Oh, no, Mum", I said, delicately patting the skin under my eye. "Rosie got me". You see, breastfeeding (or cuddling, or holding)  Rosie is like wrestling… Continue reading Oh no you didn’t, girl! What Rosie did next.

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Our Hellish Holiday; Part three: la réunion de famille

Dr Emilie must have been able to read the disappointment on my face. She says she was very sorry but it seemed nothing more could be done. She was so empathetic. I asked her "What about online bookings?", so she came with me to the computer and we searched. It appeared there was a flight… Continue reading Our Hellish Holiday; Part three: la réunion de famille

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Our Hellish Holiday; Part two: la maman Australienne et son Bebe

As Patrick negotiated the twists and turns of our hilly drive, I began to wonder a few things: How far away was the hospital? When would Port Agent reappear? Was this man trustworthy? I recognised some of the landscape from my previous visits to Noumea- an Art Deco church, a gated mansion, a park. Everything… Continue reading Our Hellish Holiday; Part two: la maman Australienne et son Bebe

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Our Hellish Holiday; Part One: Bon Voyage

My family and I have been planning our annual holiday since January. We have longed to cruise again since our last rapid-fire cruising experience with three cruises in six months in 2010 when Bean was a mere babe. As a family of five we had contemplated the logistics of travel by a mode where cabins… Continue reading Our Hellish Holiday; Part One: Bon Voyage

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The fine line I’m sad I’ve crossed.

I've often pondered this: When, exactly, does normal shopping turn into Insane Angry Every Woman for Herself Christmas Shopping? Well it would seem that this weekend, the world has crossed that threshold. Yesterday Rosie and I took to the shops on a rare big-boys-at-daycare-no-work-for-mummy day. We breezed in and nabbed a parking spot in a… Continue reading The fine line I’m sad I’ve crossed.

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In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.

It's 2.13 am. The house is silent. Silent that is, except for the angry wails and shouts exploding from my nine month old daughter's nursery. Baby girl is pissed. In fact I'm almost certain when I looked at the monitor screen I saw her give the camera The Ups (does anyone ever call it that… Continue reading In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.