The Chop's #BrilliantRoadTrip – RRSAHM

Tweet The Chop’s #BrilliantRoadTrip by Lori Dwyer on December 15, 2012 · 3 comments Road tripping with my little man has been all kinds of awesome brilliant. When the concept of dragging a kidlet along on the Putty Rd adventure came up, I attempted to ignore the swelling panic that accompanied the thought of a […]

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stationhouse Karma Blockers. by Lori Dwyer on March 13, 2013 · 12 comments Annnnd… this*. I’m never sure if it’s the chicken or the egg that comes first– if I get depressed because I let that procrastination take over, or if that procrastination taking over is a symptom of the beginnings of depression. But they […]

The Variety Santa Fun Run! – RRSAHM

Tweet The Variety Santa Fun Run! by Lori Dwyer on December 5, 2012 · 1 comment Not last weekend bu the one before, The Chop, the Bump and I did the Variety Santa Fun Run in Darling Harbour, Sydney. There were over 1500 Santa’s. We took off from the Start line at 9am. By the […]

The Thing With Cats, Part Two. – RRSAHM

Tweet The Thing With Cats, Part Two. by Lori Dwyer on January 23, 2013 · 2 comments Someone commented on Twitter a few days ago that, just perhaps, TinyTrainTown is very bad juju for cats. The TinyTrainHouse, in particular. I’m thinking they may have a point. I guess the easiest way to break this is […]

Splinters – RRSAHM

Tweet Splinters by Lori Dwyer on February 2, 2012 · 11 comments My son is the spitting image of his father and it breaks my heart over and over again; while at the same time it’s a balm to the grief, a tiny piece of Tony still here, that I see grow and change every […]

The Chop Does Big School- Part Two. – RRSAHM

Tweet The Chop Does Big School- Part Two. by Lori Dwyer on February 4, 2013 · 7 comments I’m pleased to report– my little man absolutely rocked his first day at big school. He looked so cute and handsome and sweet in his new uniform, with his backpack almost as big as he is. And […]

Temper. – RRSAHM

Tweet Temper. by Lori Dwyer on February 20, 2013 · 12 comments My son is screaming, his voice hoarse and occasionally choked with sobs. He’s kicking the door, punching it, grabbing the handle with such determined ferocity I have trouble holding it closed. It’s upsetting, of course- it’s always distressing to see your child in […]

Resisting The Temptation To Eat Your Children. – RRSAHM

Tweet Resisting The Temptation To Eat Your Children. by Lori Dwyer on March 5, 2013 · 7 comments I’d forgotten how completely, totally annoying three year old children can be. Especially when they’re your own children. It’s been two years since my son was preschool-aged, all temper tantrums and dramatics and stamping feet and grumpy […]

My Daughter – RRSAHM

Tweet My Daughter by Lori Dwyer on July 11, 2012 · 8 comments I’ve missed more than twelve months of my daughter growing up, and I think the regret I feel for that– low and distant right now, with the heady feeling of thunderclouds in the distance– will intensify over time. In fact, I think […]

Exploring the Putty Road. – RRSAHM

Tweet Exploring the Putty Road. by Lori Dwyer on December 19, 2012 · 6 comments ”You never know what you’ll find on the Putty Road.” I know, I keep saying that… but really, that’s what lies at the truth of the matter. Mention that you’re driving up there, tell a story of some odd sight […]

Coward – RRSAHM

Tweet Coward by Lori Dwyer on August 16, 2012 · 12 comments About ten years ago now, I had to have a cat I loved dearly euthanized. Her name was Tigger. She’d been bought for me when I was sixteen years old and struggling with the concept of anyone ever loving me. This tiny stripy […]

Dragons – RRSAHM

Tweet Dragons by Lori Dwyer on April 23, 2012 · 10 comments Where my son if often over–confident, too brave for a child of his years; my daughter can be timid, easily scared, wrapping tiny chubby arms around the curve of my neck when she’s afraid. On the outside, the Chop and the Bump seem […]

Salt – RRSAHM

Tweet Salt by Lori Dwyer on June 19, 2012 · 22 comments A tale of imperfect parenting… judge me if you dare. I wake up this morning to find my house covered in salt. It’s not a euphemism, nor poetic license or even attempted creativity- I’m being quite literal. Every surface in my home– floors, […]

The Coolest Toy I've Ever Seen. – RRSAHM

Tweet The Coolest Toy I’ve Ever Seen. by Lori Dwyer on December 17, 2012 · 8 comments As we’ve discussed many times before, my kids have a thing for trains. Steam trains, in particular. I consider it some kind of karmic punishment. I hated Thomas as a kid, probably only because my younger brother adored […]

Melted. – RRSAHM

Tweet Melted. by Lori Dwyer on April 3, 2012 · 15 comments Last week, I missed my children. I know that for some of you, that translated into “Blah, blah, blah…” Parents miss their children, that’s the way it’s meant to be. It’s quite likely a biological thing… if you didn’t miss them, you may […]

February 2013 – RRSAHM

February 2013 A Prayer For My Daughter. by Lori Dwyer on February 27, 2013 · 8 comments Unashamedly inspired by Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter. She did it better.  *** A quick, quiet prayer to whoever may be in charge, regarding my sweet, fairy daughter. If it be within the keeping of your (admittedly […]

February 2013 – RRSAHM

February 2013 A Prayer For My Daughter. by Lori Dwyer on February 27, 2013 · 8 comments Unashamedly inspired by Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter. She did it better.  *** A quick, quiet prayer to whoever may be in charge, regarding my sweet, fairy daughter. If it be within the keeping of your (admittedly […]

Cat. – RRSAHM

Tweet Cat. by Lori Dwyer on August 24, 2012 · 14 comments “Our cat has got no name, We simply call him Cat. He doesn’t seem to blame anyone for that.” A verse from a half-remembered poem I read as a child that still goes round and round in my mind sometimes. Mr Tree the […]

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Search: label/stupid things lori does The Cure To Having Too Much To Do (and two very cute Santas). by Lori Dwyer on November 23, 2012 · 4 comments Hotel rooms are perfect for suspending reality. I stayed in the Palais Royale hotel at Katoomba last weekend, thanks to hotels.com and their Welcome Rewards program- it’s […]

Brave, Part One – RRSAHM

Tweet Brave, Part One by Lori Dwyer on April 18, 2012 · 7 comments My son is the bravest child I know. Don’t get me wrong– most kids are infinitely brave, far more fierce than adults when it comes to anticipating pain and accepting the realities of life. I worked as an entertainer at the […]

Thy Geek Shall Inherit Thy Earth – RRSAHM

Tweet Thy Geek Shall Inherit Thy Earth by Lori Dwyer on October 23, 2012 · 4 comments I don’t watch TV. My children are slightly addicted to it- I don’t care to admit just how much of a coping mechanism it really is for my little boy– but it’s been a couple of year ssince […]

November 2012 – RRSAHM

November 2012 The PatchWork Hospital- Blue Mountains, Part One. by Lori Dwyer on November 27, 2012 · 11 comments I tell my mate Auntie Mickey that I’m going urban exploring for the weekend in the mysterious, romantic, somewhat gothic Blue Mountains and she’s almost as excited as I am. “You have to go to this […]

December 2012 – RRSAHM

December 2012 F*ck Christmas. by Lori Dwyer on December 26, 2012 · 9 comments Sometimes, for all my self awareness and ability to look things in the face… avoidance is the only way to cope. I don’t even realize I’m avoiding Christmas until it’s right on top of me, suffocating me with it’s false pretense […]

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Search: label/RRSAHM ranking-stuff-scale The Coolest Toy I’ve Ever Seen. by Lori Dwyer on December 17, 2012 · 7 comments As we’ve discussed many times before, my kids have a thing for trains. Steam trains, in particular. I consider it some kind of karmic punishment. I hated Thomas as a kid, probably only because my younger […]

Memory Is A Subjective Matter, Part One – RRSAHM

Tweet Memory Is A Subjective Matter, Part One by Lori Dwyer on August 29, 2012 · 4 comments Memories are such subjective things. We alter and taint them, often to our own advantage. The earlier the experience that created the memory or the deeper into your childhood you’re reminiscing over, the more the memory is […]