We were warned before school started that it would be an enormous adjustment for Miss Five. She’d be exhausted, emotional and downright difficult. We’ve seen glimpses of it, but for the most part, she’s been like a kid at Christmas.
It’s amazing how many sleepless nights lead up to the first day of school. All those fears. And that’s just the parents.
But my anxiety turned out to be justified as my daughter’s first day of school unearthed a decades-old family secret.
My daughter just graduated. From Kindy. Apparently it’s the done thing. But what message does it send? Are we enforcing our expectations and turning up the pressure, even before our kids have started school?
Ordering a pizza used to be simple. Then some genius invented an App. Welcome to the brave new world, where common sense is being devoured, byte by byte.
I’d love to know how you encourage your kids to try new foods.
Melbourne Cup. The hardest race to pick a winner. But I’ve walked away with cash in my pocket every year for the past five. Want to know how?
What was he doing there in the first place? He must’ve been five. Or a stumpy six. And he was ruining our night.
Parents should always be actively involved in everything their children do. At least that’s what I used to think.
Right now, we're in the middle of our annual birthday cluster. Kindy mates, cousins, more Kindy mates, soon a birthday of our own.
What is it with super heroes and underpants? Seriously, how hard can it be? Undies first. Pants second. Simple.
In my house, Miss Four chooses the book, and last night she decided we should read my baby book.