On Having a Child In Hospital

This week has officially reduced my background level of “tired”, to a new low of “barely functional”....more

Cooking for Vegan People

This is not a post for vegans, this is a post for people who are lumbered with...more

When Breastfeeding Comes to an End

I've been dodging this post for a few weeks now, but at 2 years and 11 months there is no denying the fact that Miss Olive is well on the way to self weaning. It wasn't like she was nursing very much: For the last year we had been down to a single bed time feed, but then at some point, she decided that a cuddle was just as good and simply ... stopped asking.Mind you, Olive hasn't fully committed to life after weaning - she is only too happy to fall back on the comfort of nursing when she has a sore puku...more

Letting go of expectations

Today was an exciting day in my house: Having been offered an unexpected chance to buy some tickets to the sold out...more

Does ANZAC Day need a makeover?

Today I joined thousands of people at the traditional dawn ceremony of ANZAC Day. Unlike last year, and the pomp and circumstance of Wellington, this year my friend and I fell out of our tents and into Small Town NZ to stand with a community who lost many of its men to an ill conceived campaign. This was a poignant year, the first with no surviving ANZAC soldier, and it made me think hard about the key message of ANZAC Day: Lest We Forget....more

Here's to Strong Women ...

When I left for work this morning I did something I often do, namely to kiss and cuddle each of my children goodbye. With Olive, there is often an additional sentiment wherein I look into her inhumanly gorgeous eyes and say something to the effect of "don't ever change". I say this in part because I'm in love with her sunny personality, but also because I am utterly terrified at the fast approach spectre of her third birthday ....more

The Great South Island Road Trip

I’m sitting here - alone - making the most of the extra hour we got this morning courtesy of Daylight Savings ending, with a steaming mug of very artisan coffee, in my very comfortable slippers, at my very fine dining table to write up the adventure of the last week before time rose tints my spectacles and I forget the finer detail of being battle weary and smelling like the great unwashed. Day 1 - Wellington to Momorangi Bay Ah yes, the start of the adventure, when the car was neatly packed and everyone was filled with an entirely unfounded sense of optimism about the halcyon trip we would take around the South Island....more

I Don't Care If You Judge

Something really curious has happened to me over the last year, and like a lot of incremental changes, I'm not quite sure when it happened, only that it has. On Sunday we went to an incredible street festival in the centre of town and, as befits the law of averages, one of the three children was on the verge of melting down on a rolling basis throughout the day. First to go was Alfie who, on discovering that his sister had eaten all the dumplings while he had been off watching a batucada band, flipped both his lid, and the remaining dumplings clean out of my hands ....more

Elections, and Raising a Media Savvy Child - Part 2

So tonight I sit humbled at the endless ability of my children to surprise me by zigging when I expected them to zag. Metaphorically speaking, of course, I haven't started teaching the children combat manoeuvres, we have just been talking more about the US elections. I had a little time with Alfie over the weekend, so in keeping with his preferred approach to learning, we had a chat about how two of the presidential hopefuls make us feel ....more

Three Reasons I Hate Working in STEM

Today I am going to take a huge departure for my usual topics and write a post about my life outside of the family. I'm doing this as my own small contribution to this year's International Women's Day theme, entitled Pledge for Parity. I actually really like that word - parity - covering as it does the goal of equality in status or pay ....more
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