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Tonight marked our first official Christmasy thing – well, for Miss Five and I at least, sadly Papa Bear and Mister Four have been struck very ill this past coupla days. And you know what? I know it’s as cheesy as poutine (which, might I add, I’ve vowed never to try: fries are heaven. You don’t mess with heaven. That is all) but the thing is, all the hot chocolating, carolling, horse-carriage riding, even damnwell reindeer patting – and I’m not kidding, those things were REAL!!! – well, a little piece of my heart melted tonight. Which was a good…

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So we do this thing in our household where every birthday, Christmas or donation-of-hand-me-downs-from-friends that comes around, I rally up the pint-sized troops to clear out their own collection. Whereupon, we motor on down to our local charity bin, dump the lot, Mummy feels a lot better about moving in the clutter-free direction and toasts a champagne to her awesomeness. Miss Six is a dream at this, so completely un-materialistic in fact, that her specific instructions to me this week were exactly this: “I pretty much don’t want anything of mine. Except my babies.” So, while my daughter had no…

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A few pics for your viewing pleasure/nausea/whatever from the Loose Moose kids show. My kids are already in full frantic fan mode, obsessively reciting lines of dialogue, songs and rubbing in my face that their favourite character is not moi. Ah me, the trials and tribulations of showbiz.

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I just had to chuckle at Jessica Simpson’s dad’s recent proclamations, as he awaits the birth of grand-celeb-spawn number 1: “Pete is the king of details, so he wants to make sure the baby’s room is just right – the right colors, the right sheets, the right look.” Fair enough. If I was a cashed up glamster I’d probably be the king of details too. This was not the source of my mirth, however. That, was this little gem: “He’s a great parent.” Uh…earth to Mister Simps-dude. She hasn’t popped it out yet. As awesome as your son-in-law may or…

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Why is it that my best friend Frankie’s baby bump is bigger than mine, even though we’re due on the exact same day? Ah. Probably cos I’m carrying half of our foetus in my ass. Jawsome.

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