Today, I had my first PDT (Public Display Tantrum). One tired toddler (slept 9 hours last night) hit the floor in central library and put on an all kicking, head-banging, arm thrashing display.
I’m 12 weeks old, settling down and love my cuddles with Daddy.
A colleague left us today, we ordered in some pizza and we all had a good time. “So where’s this heading?”, you ask.
The clocks went back and Wellington’s infamous, wild winds kicked in with full force. With the change in the wind, and the cooler temperatures, Charli decided her ‘cloud’ bed was a better place to sleep than the floor after all.
‘Ha, ha, ha, ha, he, he, he, I’m floating up to the ceiling!’
Today was the last day before the clocks go back, and winter well and truly sets in. You’d never know it though.
A regular day in the life of a SAHM…
Why is it that commuting is such a souless affair? Everyone sits in silence. No one smiles. Why or why oh why?
Okay, why is it okay for Sophie to wet her pants, pull my hair and scratch me?
I’m reaching out and touching the world around me.
It’s amazing when you leave your little children what they come up with. Where do they learn it from?
Playing the PSP game Liberty Cities, it suddenly dawned upon me how “rock solid” these software programs are – something the business world can certainly learn from.
‘Place clingfilm over the toilet seat, that’ll be more hygenic than the potty.’
Another beautiful day in harbour Capital. It’s always like this in Wellington