It’s seems I have settled on a Friday posting theme… Remembering. These posts are all about noticing the little things, the things that might otherwise be lost in all the day to day craziness. These posts are about finding the wonderful in among all the piles of washing and and whinging. These posts are about […]
Trouble, He’s A’comin!
There’s trouble at The Pickle Farm….
Big trouble….
In a little package…
Up Down Up Down Up
His eyes well up with tears, he screws up his face and he howls. I have no idea what’s wrong with him, not a clue, but I go to him and he raises his arms to me, wanting to be picked up. But instead of snuggling into me and the tears slowing, he arches his […]
One Boy
He is my last baby, but I need to write that sentence many more times before I will really believe it. I may never believe it… He is the smallest of four. He came into our lives quickly, in the early hours of a very cold morning. He skilfully slotted himself in, between a big […]
My Baby Eats Meat.
This post is sponsored by Nuffnang When the opportunity to do a sponsored post for Meat and Livestock Australia came up I was initially hesitant. I don’t want my blog to become one big advertorial, so I am picky about what campaigns I accept and which I pass on. But recent events have made this […]
Sleep, What Little There is.
“People who say they sleep like a baby usually don’t have one.” ~Leo J. Burke I used to have that baby. The one those people were talking about. A baby who slept for seven hours when he was 4 weeks old. A baby who slept so well overnight I would wake up desperate to feed […]
My Boy and His Groovy Pants
Check out my boy modelling his super groovy baby wrap top and yoga pants set for the fabulous MoederKip. Nat will be at Daylesford Makers Market this weekend selling these lovely sets and heaps more fabulous kids clothing and accessories. Pop in and tell her that Quatro sent you! Joining in with the new new […]
Little Manipulator
“He’s got your wrapped around his little finger….” “Don’t go to him the second he cries out… he’s just playing games and manipulating you.” I ponder her words as I leave what I am doing to respond to his cry. Is he just crying to get my attention? Am I wrapped around his little finger? […]
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