Moving with Children - a Child's Squeaky Voice Reaction

By Bianca Wordley - 7th November 2011

The high-pitched, talking started a few months ago. Our three-year-old, who is known for her husky tones, began communicating in a squeaky voice. Aside from being incredibly annoying, it was also a little strange. We just put it down to her being three ... And then it dawned on me ...

Sleep and Children - Tell Me It Gets Better?

By Bianca Wordley - 3rd October 2011

I have not had a good night’s sleep for close to five years. It’s pretty easy to work out why. I have three children under the age of five. I've had to deal with many different reasons for not getting sleep. Here are just some of them ... Tell me it gets better ...

Ten Things I Have Learned about Dads

By Bianca Wordley - 26th August 2011

I grew up in a single parent household. My Mum, who was very young when I was born, raised me alone. I do not know my Dad. In fact, I know nothing about him. Not his name, nor the colour of his hair or the sound of his laugh. Nothing. Although it has impacted on me, I refuse to let it shape me. Some people have no parents. I had one amazing one. I am lucky. So, it wasn’t until I met an amazing man, married him and had three children that I started to truly understand what dads do. Here is my list of the 10 Things I’ve Learned About Dads.

Two Sides to Every Bully - I was Both

By Bianca Wordley - 28th June 2011

When I was in high school I was bullied. For about six months, a group of older girls and some guys would follow a few of my friends and I around the school grounds threatening us. They never physically hurt us, but they scared us. It got so bad that my Mum would come and meet me at the school bus stop and walk me home. On the days she couldn’t meet me I would run as fast as I could, in the hope I would outrun my bullies. I wasn’t always fast enough and they would ride their bikes beside me, taunting me as I walked home.

Children and Hotel Rooms - Cancel the Champagne

By Bianca Wordley - 23rd May 2011

There was a time in my past when a visit to a hotel was all about fluffy robes, long luxurious baths, champagne and room service. It was decadence, lazy afternoons, sleep-ins and in-house movies. Quite often there was a meal, which went late into the evening, wine and maybe even cocktails in a little bar, before walking hand-in-hand back to our room. Now a visit to a hotel room involves much luggage and in our case two adjoining rooms, a bag of snacks and colouring-in books to keep the kids occupied. Gone is the champagne and lazy mornings

Life Gets Busy with Kids and Work - I Do My Best

By Bianca Wordley - 28th April 2011

I have been thinking a lot about parenting lately. Well, to be honest I was sitting on the toilet and one of my girls walked by and for the first time in ages I took the time to look at her properly. She looks so tall now and is growing into a young girl. Her long limbs and flowing blonde hair is an indication of things to come. I’m not sure when she changed from toddler to girl. Had I not noticed the transformation? Have I been too busy? Have I been an absent mother? It’s funny how the idea of parenthood hits you at the strangest times.