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Sad Story About Falling Over
Hello all. I am not going to talk about the baby, except to say that it became apparent to me at about 11:55pm last night after the work party and the associated prosecco/brandy/bitters/exploding sugar lump cocktails (?) malarky that the … Continue reading
Babies Need A Passport, Doncha Know
I went to Paris yesterday, with Mark, and B and G, in order to eat macaroons and buy patisserie and search out some cheese and eat lunch at Georges, the beautiful restaurant at the very top of the Pompidou Center. … Continue reading
My Name Is Jodi And I Am An Oversharer
I know – I know. I know I have a few ‘issues’ regarding my oversharing tendencies and unapologetic storytelling of my childrens’ devilish antics, and I am completely aware that they are quite likely to sue me when they progress … Continue reading
This is going to be all about babies
So step away if other people’s babies bore you or gross you out. I have to admit to finding other people’s babies a bit oily-smelling and flaky-skinned and veiny with worryingly skinny limbs and generally not that interesting. Mine, however, … Continue reading
Repulsive children who make me cry and who are remorseless
There may be a tiny bit of moaning in this post, a bit of more-than-usual whinging about the children, mostly due to my terrible advanced pregnant-ness and the hormones and the tiredness and the ligaments and the endless demands for … Continue reading
Turkey and Skin: Take 36
We are back! Back from the south-west of Turkey, from a lovely villa in a little ghost town named Kayakoy, where there were lizards and huge grasshoppers and tortoises and 38 degree heat and so many ways with a vegetable. … Continue reading
Tuesday Fever
There is quite a bit of coffee going about my veins, and I am a little bit sweaty and darty-of-the-eye. HELLO TUESDAY! Tuesday was going to be awesome, there was going to be no kids until 1pm, and I was … Continue reading
Game Of Thrones is a Bit Boring
Here’s a new McQueen Novak bag to delight you and bring you Tuesday evening joy: You can see me “clutch” my clutch with wrinkly old hands with ouchy bits at the sides which I chew while Mark watches Game Of … Continue reading
The Room Smells – A Mother’s Lament TAKE 2
Where I Stand On Wee When I was about 11, I went on a trip with my friend Raechel and her family from Whangarei to Wellington. It took a few days, and on the way there we stayed at their … Continue reading