For a multitude of reasons, our household does not own a Christmas tree (lack of storage space/ cheeky pets/ toddler affectionately referred to as “The Destructor.”)
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Whenever I get invited to a baby shower, I 1) get excited about the imminent arrival of a new little person, then 2) get excited that I can make these pink and blue velvet butterfly cupcakes. (Let’s just ignore the gender stereotyping here. Because CUPCAKES!)
Last weekend I attended my niece’s 16th birthday party. I felt old. And frumpy. And prude-ish. (Have you seen what kids are wearing these days? Have you heard what they are listening to?!) I spent most of the night lamenting how it only “felt like yesterday” that I was 16. Doing the math, My Man and I realised that we…
Coconut Ice reminds me of the school fairs of my childhood. All that sugary goodness.
I have the seeds of a new picture book idea sprouting in my crowded brain. (What’s the baby doing? Do I need to take the meat out for dinner? Must book a haircut! Where’s my other shoe?)