What's going on, people? There are owls everywhere:  However, real owls aren't quite as cute and cud...

  This is a true scrapbuster. I randomly strung (does that word exist? Well, it's not being underlined by the spellchecker - which, i...

"What? I have to share? Get lost!" Yesterday, John - that's my son's name, by the way. I think I should stop calling h...

  Sometimes, the blanket you make to use up your scraps (thrifty crafter here) takes on a life of its own, and it's no longer a lit...

Whaaaat? And now I have to block it as well? Gauge. For a start, it's a word that I always want to write guage . I don't know...

Baby poopoo, but still. You have been warned. My 9-month-old son was standing over me, singing: "Lalalalalala rarararaa dadadaadadaaa...

We - that is, my husband - decided to "sleep train" our son. Now, I apparently agreed to this but I can't remember doing so (w...

Yesterday, my 8-month-old bit me. This is the toothmark: He looked up at me with his toothy smile, proud as punch - "I have teeth...

I'm writing this in a puddle of perspiration. My elbows are sticking to my tablecloth, making a nasty sucking noisy when I lift them up....

Up till yesterday morning, my kitchen floor was filthy. Really, really dirty. When my sister and her family left, they also left behind a fl...

Never apologise! That's the advice given on one of those "How to blog" blogs. But I feel I should apologise. My blogposts hav...

I love making crazy patchwork blankets. Which is a good thing, because every time somebody gets pregnant - and I seem to know a lot of r...

Once upon a time, I used to have loads of handbags. As in, a heap of them. A veritable plethora. Big ones, small ones, gorgeously impractica...

  I've had a tough month. We went home to Ireland again and once again came back with a bronchial infection (baby) and the 'flu (...