the adlards

Every little girl’s must-have accessory.

I was reading Angelina Ballerina’s Baby Sister to Josie this evening: “Why is Angelina angry Daddy?” “She’s jealous, Josie.” “What’s jealous?” “She feels her sister is getting all the attention and she’s getting none.” “What attention?” “She feels like everyone’s spending time with her sister and no-one’s spending time with her.” “But that’s fair!” “Is […]

“Wow, girls, you’re watching Teletubbies!” “Yes, but it’s not the real one, Dad, you can’t pause it.” “That’s TV, darling, it works like that.” “I know Daddy and it never ends!” Isn’t visiting Granny & Grandpa amazing.

The party began before the sun rose. The two wunnerful li’l things woke and crawled into Mum & Dad’s bed just five minutes before the doorbell went off, in the pitch dark, to signal Granny & Grandpa’s arrival. Birthday cake was never meant to be consumed before sunrise, but one makes sacrifices for one’s children. […]

My brother Pete was visiting the day Granny and Grandpa took the girls to see Peter Rabbit. We got the full story played back on their return, then: Josie: Hey! Peter! I want to tell you something. Your name’s the same as Peter Rabbit’s! Peter: That’s right Josie. Michelle: And Jo, what’s Daddy’s other brother’s […]

[With dreamy look]: “Mummy … what do you think of Fireman Sam’s face?” This is a dialogue they should definitely work to maintain over the next twenty years or so.

Michelle went to Home Affairs this morning to renew her passport only to be told she’d lost her citizenship and would need to figure out quite where that was before applying for a passport. Three hours and an interview later she couldn’t continue to verify her status because – on my advice – she didn’t […]

One week in The Wild. No mobile reception, no interweb. Just perfect.

MGW takes no prisoners …