Picklebums is like the oddment box at your local fabric shop.
An eclectic jumble of this and that. You never know quite what you are going to get.
Perhaps a couple of activities for kids? Maybe a recipe or three? A bit of rambling about gardening and living sustainably? How about some pondering on parenting? There’s always photos, some crafty stuff, a couple of pickles and a few bums thrown in for good measure.
So dig in.
Rummage around a bit.
You’re sure to pull out a few gems for a bargain price.
Stitch them all together and you get the crazy mixed up story that is our life on the Pickle Farm.
So where are all the pickles?
The Pickle Farm is ten acres of weeds in almost rural Victoria, Australia. We moved here on a whim in 2005 and it was the best crazy idea we’ve ever had.
We grow chickens, veggies, overly amorous ducks, fruit, thistles as high as a horse, and children, but no actual pickles.
‘Picklebum’ is a term of endearment that was coined to describe our gorgeously funny children. When I began blogging in 2005 it seemed like the prefect name and since then the pickle references have grown along with our family.
Who are the Picklebums?
That’s me. Kate in real life and katepickle in many places online. I’m the head Pickel around here.
I am wife to one and mother to four.
In a past life (ie before kids) I taught preschool and discovered a passion for understanding small humans as well as a great outlet for my creative streak…. play dough and finger paint are fun for adults too! These days I am a stay at home Mum and I inflict my creativity on my own kids now.
Some would say I am a wanna-be-hippy, but really I am too mainstream to be hippy… and too hippy to be mainstream. So I guess I’ll just have to be me!
The Father Figure
For a while I referred to him as ‘Baldy Boy’,affectionately of course, but then I started to feel bad and decided Father Figure was nicer, despite the fact that he is also labelled ‘my oldest child’
He works long crazy rotating shifts that ruin my life, he brings me Turkish Delight and Frozen Coke and loves me… what more could a girl want?
The ‘big girls’ at the Pickle Farm are Zoe and Izzy. They are identical twins, and while they were born 11 weeks early and were so small and fragile, you’d never know it to look at them now. These days they are tall and skinny, busy loosing teeth and rolling their eyes at me.
Izzy loves to do ballet, play with Polly Pocket, cuddle the crazy ducks and tell me how unfair life is.
Zoe loves to make up elaborate stories about fairies, read, brush her guinea pig and slam doors and worry herself into oblivion.
No, that is not his real name, I am not the worst mother in the world. The girls named him Muski while he was still in my belly and despite us officially naming him Morgan, Muski has stuck.
Muski likes lego, his boy Barbie called Mint, his sisters (sometimes) and all things green.
‘Number Four’ or ‘Quatro’ is what the everyone dubbed him while they were waiting for us to finally agree on a name. Then we called him Noah and it hasn’t stopped raining since.
Noey likes to break his brother’s lego constructions, eat cheese and speak in an ancient Japanese dialect.