Triple M (miscarriage, meningitis, Mother's Day)

Yep, you heard it here first - that's what Triple M actually stands for - miscarriage, meningitis and Mother's Day. I mean, I know I don't have it that bad, and there are so many people in the world who have real problems, but right now I'm literally holding my arms out shouting "COME ON!" to the universe.

Warning: this one comes with graphic details

Tomorrow I should have been 12 weeks pregnant, and into the "safe" period for announcing to the world we were expecting our third little baby. But yesterday happened, and boy, I did NOT see that coming.

Christmas time in the city

Yeah, yeah, I know it's February already. But in mother of small kids time, that means I'm basically the most organised person ever. Because seriously, who has time to blog just for memory sake when you're knee deep in fart jokes from your three year old and every time you take your eyes off your one year old you find him standing on top of a table?

He's a Wild(er) one

Sometimes I look at the photos around our house and I think "would anyone even know I have Wilder?"

Bowral without babies

In another life, Ms R and I partied in Shanghai, Amsterdam, Berlin, and Russia, just to name a few places.