tiny little baby steps

The cradle still stands in the corner of our bedroom. Unused for months, I have managed to strip it back to the bare mattress, sheets and blankets washed and then remade up on a cot that recently dropped from the newborn setting to the lower big baby no-you-can’t-stand-up-here level. The contents of the nappy bag are shifting, no longer stuffed […]

My new beach tote

It was really one of those impulse buys. I was at the fabric shop buying I-can’t-remember-what (maybe the bits for my overnight bag? I am drawing a total blank on what it was, to be honest!), and in my usual perusal of the remnant bin, I spied a roll of blue and green fabrics that appealed to me in their […]

A little problem.

Madam Butterfly has been toilet trained for a while now. Which is many different kinds of awesome, except for in the pants-fitting-department, with most things her size designed to still be accomodating nappies. The poor little thing has a pile of pants that are either the right length but too big around the backside, or fit nicely at the waist, […]

dig dig dig

Boy2 is dinosaur mad. He also loves diggers, and craft. So when “Can we do craft?” was answered with “sure, what should we make?”, he declared that “baby ‘wos-ah-wapter” (velociraptor) wanted a digger. Quite possibly, baby wos-ah-waptor is a wee big small to dig on his own, and with a long box that I’d had a backdrop delivered in, drooping […]

not your nana’s doilies

So a while back, I posted about my adventures in doily making. Despite my husband think I was ready for the nursing home, I had a grand plan in mind. You see, Butterfly has two big brothers. All three children have their birthdays within 3 weeks of each other. So I have this massive stash of boys clothes in the […]

robot

  Last Christmas, both boys were given a Makedo set – little joiners and hinges to create “stuff” out of boxes. Boy2’s box showed a robot, and it has henceforth been known as “robot craft”. So late last week, the boy comes running up, “mummy, mummy, we does wobot cwaft?”, and so we hit up the recycling pile, one of […]

eggsellent.

As I stand at the sink, bubbles swirling around my arms, I hear the rattle, clink, thunk of two small boys ferreting through the recycling box. A small box hits the floor, maybe the muesli bar box by the sound of it, nothing too substantial. Then comes the double plunk-ding of a soft drink bottle landing cap first on the […]

Oh Hai Wednesday…

Monday was sucky. Yesterday was marginally better. And today, well, I’m going to rock this Wednesday!   Poor Bear came home from preschool on Monday feeling a tad under the weather. And our darling first born, our cherished son, he struggles, poor chap. What may look like a cold to an outsider, is really a desperately terminal case of man-flu, […]

Ker-plonk went the little green frog…

Or in this case, a beigey-browny somewhat frog-like creature!   We’ve been reading lots of books about frogs lately, which has evolved in many frog-like activities. After covering the loungeroom floor with a variety of cushion, erm, lilypads, and jumping around madly, mummy needed a breather to catch my breath. So out came the craft box, and with the aid […]