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I’ve always wanted my kids to have a childhood similar to mine.

It’s a romantic notion, but the memories of tearing off my school uniform in the afternoons, downing a Milo and running out to play with the neighbourhood kids are sentimental and they’re perfect.


Noses weren’t buried in screens and toys were something you used when you had to come inside.

Play, with its mosquito bites and grazed knees, with its grass stains and dirty fingernails, was organic, free and dripping with creativity.



I’m not comfortable with the idea of any entity dictating how my kids should think.  I don’t want my children becoming slaves to consumerism, marketing and branding.  I want them to be smarter than that.  Even at this young age, I want them to have some intelligence on the saturation of media around them.




Bill usually got it right.



Now, in the lead-up to Christmas limiting the gimmicks thrust before our kids is important to us.  We want them to make decisions about what they’re playing and to make sure they actually like and want their toys – not because someone is telling them to do so.



So whenever we see a cool toy, especially a pre-loved cool toy, we tend to pick it up.


Here’s a few beauties that my son adores.



Mr Robo’s own 1987 Cobra Super Copter electronic game.  Still in fine working order, this relic is powered up only for extra special rewards.






Vintage Tonka fire truck.  Mr Robo salvaged this one from a lady who was throwing it out. She’d bought it second hand for her own son, 26 years ago. One man’s trash…






Circa 1970s army truck bought by me at the Balmain Markets.  This baby’s as heavy as they come.  Like, irresponsible-parent-heavy.





I hardly ever discuss parenting with others – it’s individual.  And Mr Robo and I parent with our own style of logic and instinct and others may not entirely approve.


But I desperately don’t want my kids developing traits that I find off-putting in other people.

I want them to see beyond materialism and labels.  I want them to listen to stories, to understand where things come from and to appreciate the value of their belongings. 



I just think it’s really important.


What do you reckon?




Robo X

Australian Idiot

No old favourite for me, so I’m linking up a new fave over at The VI Blog

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Don’t wanna be an American Idiot.

One nation controlled by the media.

Information age of hysteria.

It’s calling out to idiot America.

Green Day

Skype.  Facebook.



#morningrun  #dinner  #goingtosleepnow  #sweetdreams



Green Day were right.  It’s becoming too much.


These days, when I type, I find myself going back to correct spelling because words often runinto eachother.  Like that.  Like a web address, or a hash tag.

I’ve coined my own term for editing: “Going back to do a space bar run”.

It’s embarrassing.



I love media.  But I’m a bit over all this online business.

I’m over knowing everyone’s business, all the time.

I’m over being accessible. All the time.



I’m processing so much information that I’ve lost track of it.

I don’t even know what I know anymore.

I’ve stopped asking questions because I’m receiving so many answers.

I’m speaking but at times I’m not certain it’s me who is thinking.



Technology is exhausting.



I sit next to my husband at night but we’re both immersed in a little screen.

I take a screen when sitting outside with the kids.

I feed my kids while they’re watching a screen.

And I interrupt special moments by picking up a screen.

I want to start closing some screens.



I don’t want this to be my normal.  It never used to be.

Inspire me please, with ways to realistically manage the household internet.



Robo X

Food, Bath, Milk and Sleep. A Hot TIp!


Since reading Have a Laugh on Me and her account of Witching Hour, I have been reflecting our own Witching Hour….  That manic time of the day where we have four main objectives and each one of them is met with resistance and a filthy attitude.


Today, instead of complaining about the problems, I’m going to deliver solutions.



I’m sharing a parenting tip that I have been using with success for quite a while.  I thought I was Mother of the Year actually, until I Googled my tip and realised that clearly, I am living in a parallel universe with the other mums and dads who do the same thing.


Regardless, it’s too good to not share, so here it is:



Food colouring in the bath water.


Food colouring



Food colouring in the bath water is legendary.

It’s The Most Awesome Thing EVER!



Food Colouring in the bath water is:


  • The Octonauts’ Deep Purple Water
  • Captain Barnacles Stormy Adventure.
  • Dora is scared of the Blue Water.
  • The Green Water Adventure
  • The Ocean is Red Like Blood (personally, this title creeps me out a little)



Food colouring in the bath water never gets old.  On an exceptionally crazy day, I just change the colour.


It buys me about 15 minutes, in the eye of the storm that is Witching Hour.  I sit on the loo watching my kids and suggest scenarios for figurines who need ‘saving’ from ‘The Island’, (the edge of the bath), or who need ‘help to escape the treacherous snow storm’, (white wash cloths).



So the next time you find yourself about to lose your shit during Witching Hour, think of my pioneering parenting skills and head for your pantry.



Food Colouring in the Baaaath Wateeeeerrrr!!!! (Best Oprah voice)



Robo X