The Eggsperiment

Of all the things that kids do, this has got to be one of the things that annoys me the most: name calling.    In all honesty, I would prefer that they gave each other a shove than called each other a derogatory name.   No, I'm not about to start high-fiving my child for kicking his brother in the shin, but still.  Name calling sucks.

5 lessons from dogs

It was a sunny Saturday a couple of years ago when we decided to drive around to the local dog pound ‘for a quick look’.  Yep.  We all know how this story ends.

When you're busy making other plans

There’s a song John Lennon wrote for his son called ‘Beautiful Boy’.  I often play it for the boys during our morning ‘play-list’ (featuring an almost exclusive selection of 70s and 80s hits for their auditory pleasure)…

No popularity contest, this be.

Little lesson learnt today... in an effort to start imparting my kids with some intellectual curiosity (only two of them like to read and I'm worried the other two may end up with the vocabulary of a plant), I decided that I would start reading to them again every evening.

Grow brick, grow.

There are many things that little boys are good at.  They’re good at making friends and making noise.  They’re great at picking noses, scabs and fights…. But the thing they tend to do best, is GROW. 

Looking for yellow.

It’s unavoidable.  Sometimes you just have to be the bad guy.

It was one such night and I had sent my second son off to his room with some rather firm words and instructions to ‘think about it’.  By the time I walked in to say goodnight to him, it was clear that he had done exactly that- but in all the wrong ways.

The more I think about it the bigger it gets.

I have driven past the sign under the bridge dozens of times without giving it much thought- when out of the blue, it suddenly made sense.

The more I think about it the bigger it gets.

Styled like concrete graffiti under the Story Bridge, the mural was commissioned by the University of Queensland in 2009 as part of the Living Cities program….

It's not about the book.

knew something wasn't quite right.    Despite being completely dedicated, my third son was having a serious struggle learning to read.  It didn’t seem to matter how hard he tried, or how much we helped him- words on a page remained a puzzle.

Not sorry for being sorry.

As far as weeks go, this one was rather tough.  Between work stress, writing deadlines, late nights and the general juggle of four kids, I was running low on energy and even lower on patience.


When you’re a writer you’re not supposed to be lost for words.

I’ve been away for a week- and it occurred to me a few days ago, that in being away from my children, I may not have anything to write about.  What could I teach them, if I'm not even there?

A very important lesson- as it turns out.

Select your settings

I can’t believe it had never occurred to me to try.  I suppose I assumed there was no way that four boys would sit quietly and not fidget madly through a ten minute meditation.  But after what we experienced this week, it's crazy we hadn’t done it sooner.

One in a Million

The sky this week has been an endless dome of blue during the day, and a breathtaking spray of stars at night.  I was out one evening walking, when I happened to look up.  The humbling and indefinite expanse of universe, as seen from my little street, stopped me in my tracks.