Dads are pretty freaking awesome. Tough bastards too. I know its hard to see, when compared to men of ages past. Sure, ancient man is what we’ve been trying to beat out of men for the last four decades or so (I mean, Hercules might be muscular oiled chest and leather with dashing hair but […]Read more "Modern Feats of Strength for the Modern Dad"
Just today I did this survey: Can you spot the real smiles from the fake? http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/smiles/ Real smiles and fake smiles come from different triggers in the brain. A real smile is unconscious. That’s why different muscles – especially around the eyes – move during real smiles, but often not with a fake smile. Which […]Read more "Beth can’t smile for photos"
This post has two sources: one, the excellent, sadly abandoned blog of tweep OfManyMen which her dates get special nicknames. Mine gets ‘The Siren’. I recommend you start at her earliest post, and read through. The second source is the post over on Mamamia today about worst dates ever. The cat wrapped in plastic If […]Read more "The Siren"
I guess it’s probably an odd skill for a layman like myself to be able to simply glance at the cross section of a head of a twenty-four week old foetus and tell if the ventricles are normal sized or large, but I can. It’s a skill I’d prefer to be ignorant of, the same […]Read more "Odd skills and forest days"
Why is it when I read Miranda Devine’s latest article about the ‘commodification of children’ (and more on that later) do I get the feeling that she doesn’t really care about children. Not about unborn children. Not about living children. What she’s more concerned about is making her choices the only option available. Actually, it […]Read more "Children aren’t shoes. But they are still a choice."
Filmed two years ago, minus about a week. My favourite video of all time. Well, maybe until the next two are born…Read more "Beth turns two"
We cleaned out the shed today. The funny thing is, not only do you find a whole lot of junk, but you occasionally find treasures, long thought lost. Such is Martin’s Place, the title of my Nana’s life story. Nana, my Mum’s Mum, wrote this a few years ago on a whim. As a narrative, it’s a rambling […]Read more "Martin’s Place – Part 1"