Obligatory Blog

I really want my kids to grow up knowing that they are incredibly privileged even just by way of having a roof over their head, food in the cupboard and a family that loves them and can be there for them and that they thereby have a responsibility to do what they can for people who aren’t so lucky. As such, each year before Christmas we get the kids to: a) donate a good chunk of their toys to local op shops; and b) do something that’s not about THEM! (Note, no moral highgrou

Tonight marked our first official Christmasy thing – well, for Miss Five and I at least, sadly Papa Bear and Mister Four have been struck very ill this past coupla days. And you know what? I know it’s as cheesy as poutine (which, might I add, I’ve vowed never to try: fries are heaven. You don’t mess with heaven. That is all) but the thing is, all the hot chocolating, carolling, horse-carriage riding, even damnwell reindeer patting – and I’m not kidding, those things were REAL

So we do this thing in our household where every birthday, Christmas or donation-of-hand-me-downs-from-friends that comes around, I rally up the pint-sized troops to clear out their own collection. Whereupon, we motor on down to our local charity bin, dump the lot, Mummy feels a lot better about moving in the clutter-free direction and toasts a champagne to her awesomeness. Aye me. Capitalism sure hits them young. #christmas #frustration #declutter #tantrum #kids #tidy