Stuff to Do

It's a blurry photo, but it's my bathroom mirror covered in handprints. Every day I clean it, and every night, at teeth-brushing time, C climbs up on the vanity, resting her hands on the mirror, insistent that she can do it herself. These handprints represent a growing sense of confidence and independence that warms my heart. Someday, they won't be there, and I'll miss them. So for now, I don't mind so much. In fact, as the title of this post indicates, I love them. What do you love today? To find out what others are loving today, visit The Diaper Diaries . XO, Sarah

I know I’ve been a bit sickly sweet/gushing over how amazing life is with three children, I’ve got loads of energy, I feel like a superhero, yada yada yada. Lest everyone (all 10 of you who read this blog) think that there’s something wrong with me for never having a crap kind of day, I thought I’d write this post – not to complain, but to maybe paint a more realistic picture of the other side of blissful motherhood. Today: I have been spewed on. I have nearly lost my voice from shouting. I have been ignored. I have lost my temper too many times to count (see above thing about shouting) I have picked up the same toys over and over and over again. I have shopped with three children – one strapped to my chest, two in the shopping trolley. Truth be told, this was the easiest part of the day – except for the part about staying in my budget. I have folded and put away so much laundry my head is spinning. I have cried out “God, please make it all stop” a few times. I have been impatient, irr...

So I set up those tabs, one for a page about my family, one about my cooking adventures, and one about my faith - not realising that they aren't regular pages which can be added to. So it looks like unless I'm an HTML genius, which I am NOT, I'll just have to make those pages an ongoing list of links to the main page, where you'll find posts on said topics. Confused? Good. Moving on then. The visit with our family was fab, naturally - it became an inpromptu Grand Final footy party, with all the requisite finger foods, noise, laughter, and chaos. Our girls aren't used to staying up so late, and it was indeed a very late night for them, from which they are still recovering (read: tired and cranky). I think we've cracked the mystery of why they won't go to bed at night. Truth be told, it wasn't that hard to figure out. They're ready to drop their daytime naps. C is a bit tougher to crack, as even when she's exhausted (like last night for example), s...