Friday, 1 May, 2009. If you ever find yourself watching a two-year-old. If you note said quietness and go to investigate, but walk in the completely wrong direction. If you backtrack and find her. Wipes also came in handy. Take that how you wish.

Airing it out one post at a time. If not, great too. My new e-mail is on the new site. The new site is here. Feel yourself up on the Ides of March. Be A-ware on the Ides of March.

8220;No, you may not use a crowbar as a baseball bat. The boys are playing a game in the backyard which involves all of them getting hit by tennis balls repeatedly. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

A San Francisco stay-at-home dad getting the hang of things. Sleep, a dialog poem. Dork Diaries, she countered. Becoming a famous pop star fantasy! Aaaah, she volunteered. What are you doing? Rainbow loom, she explained. Well, okay, then, I guess, I conceded. Hilarious and embarrassing event broadcast on reality TV! Last chapter, I warned. Maybe just do two? A letter ab.

The diary of wife, mother and failed domestic goddess in Africa. The face of an unknown child smiles from the pages of newspapers or a television screen. And then the face vanishes and the next news item is highlighted and you get up to make a cup of tea or let the cat out or fix supper. Since last Thursday, I have. The scaremongers would have us believe.

The children and I are getting along a lot better. Our trip to Florida at Christmas helped a lot. They know I love them. I know they love me. Friday, 1 October 2010. And Now For a Little Foolishness.

The ramblings of a rambling South African mum. Saturday, 22 November 2008. Another big event while the Good Man was away was Halloween. Whoever thought of combining the joint pleasures of dressing up and getting loads of candy was clearly a marketing genius.