Dressing Up and Earning Lollies

One thing I love about being an Australian is living in a country with such a beautiful diverse culture. Being able to grow up in such a multicultural country has broadened my understanding and increased my empathy towards people from all different parts of the world. Every day there is an exposure to different beliefs,…

My Favourite You

In our family we each have our own favourite ice cream, favourite colour and TV show. Most of the time our favourite series on Netflix are the same and we'll sit in and watch together, sometimes we find our own thing to do. I've found that a child's mind is quite simple, the more you…

Father’s Day Love

Every day seems to just fly by. The day seems to be so fast paced that Sunday has come and gone and before you know it Sunday has come and gone. Again. Everyone should be appreciated and cared for every day, not just on special occasions. Yes, I am definitely a strong believer in this,…

When Does Love Become Enough?

It was five o'clock in the morning, the sun was rising just as fast as my heart was beating. My eyes grew heavy but remained guarding the entrance. Anxiously waiting to board the plane bound to my love ten hours away. At the same time my heart was breaking at the thought of my dear…

Blowing Bubbles

I sat across the table from them. Admiring A.J. scoop up his ice cream with excitement, Gerrimar biting into his apple with immense satisfaction and Miguel quietly sipping on his lemonade. Picture perfect moment. Just as my mouth was turning into a smile Miguel had blown into his straw and started blowing bubbles. Nothing major,…

Monday-Monday Week

We always aim to leave the house at 8:15, drop the boys off to school, take the car back home, power walk to the train station for the train that arrives at 8:52 to get to work. I get to work at 9:13 and open the store at 9:30. Gah I'm tired just thinking about…

The Beginning

I grew up with parents who adored one another. I don't recall ever seeing them arguing- if they did they did a great job hiding it from us. By "us" I mean myself, three sisters and brother. Every birthday and holiday (especially Christmas) was made special. I remember dad would always do something extravagant for…

Sleep! Where have you gone?!

Having three boys, each new born stage was a different experience. They each had their own way of wanting to be held, the food they liked, what interests them and their own little way of falling asleep. Fast forward to the present where my youngest is five and has been sleeping through the night for…

Jump- You’re Allowed

Becoming a mother at twenty years old, I never imagined it would be the way it is now. Let me first and foremost paint a brief background for you- I am twenty nine years old, married nine years ten months and mother to three beautiful boys. Growing up I've always had the "mother" in me,…