Early in the evenin’, Right ‘round supper time, Mummy’s in her PJs suppin’ on some wine. Who are we kiddin’? It’s early afternoon And mummy always asks us if we reckon it’s too soon. Down at the beach house, that’s where we are, Julesy and his daddy are playin’, playin’ with a bunch of cars. …

Last night we drank a magnum of Mumm (champagne) that Dee won in a weight-loss competition at work, and as a result we got a little bit silly on Facebook. This in turn triggered an automatic post via IFTTT, and I feel like I should explain a little. It’s our third day at the beach house in Callala …

Freedom! Fresh-air! Family! Freezing (by the beach)! Sitting in the Blue Bird café (inside the same building that has delicious Vietnamese food by Miss Chu) drinking a decent (but slightly off somehow — not burnt, so maybe just cheap/crappy coffee beans?) flat-white and waiting on a chicken and …

I’m not built for 6am. It’s as simple as that. Jules up early this morning (as always) and as soon as he’s in bed with us there is zero chance that I’ll get back to sleep — he wiggles, he talks, Dee talks back, he wants a bottle, he wants the iPad. All I want is silence and darkness and a few more …

from Glenn J. Mason via Facebook A quick note about this: last Friday I was home (after being sick all Thursday night), and on Saturday afternoon Dee noticed that our front window (into Jules’ room) was damaged — and it clearly looked like someone had attempted to open it with a crowbar. …

Last night we took the first step on what I suspect may be a long journey: readjusting Jules’ sleeping patterns. We’ve fallen into just a couple of bad habits over the last six months, probably since he got sick and went off his food. Neither are particularly bad habits, but I suspect they’re still …