• Kez Recommends,  Uncategorized

    Blog love.

    pic When I’m not working on my blog, I’m most certainly p*ssing about on Twitter or Facebook. No wait, that’s not right. I mean, it’s mostly true, but it’s not what I am trying to say today… I really really enjoy reading other people’s blogs. I find them inspiring and I just love the privilege of having a sneak peek into somebody else’s life. I love to see how another person writes, what their world looks like to them, and if I can get a laugh or a cry out of something then I’m hooked. Bonus points if I can relate and feel like I’m sharing someone’s experience. I thought…

  • just some thoughts,  Uncategorized

    Some quote-y goodness.

    Happy weekend, everybody. Well, it’s been a hell of a week. I think I’ve felt every emotion a person can possibly feel within a very short amount of time. I am exhausted!! Today I am looking forward to celebrating an early Mothers’ Day with my family and spending quality time with my husband and the Little Mister. Here are some of the quotes that best sum up how I try to live my life (I find it impossible to narrow them down to just one). pic Nothing in life is perfect. Nothing. But if you can find the beauty in the flaws that you have to work with, you’re going…

  • Parenting,  Uncategorized

    Stuff parents are good at.

    Parenting is hard work and often it is a thankless job. All this talk about controlled crying versus attachment parenting, breast feeding versus bottle feeding, organic home made food versus something from a squeezy foil container. Helicopter parenting versus whatever the opposite of that is. This kind of discipline. That kind of discipline. Parenting techniques and styles up to our eye balls! So many books, “experts” on talk shows, websites, busy bodies at the shops or the park. We’re all busy talking about the BIG things. Well, I’m here to talk about the ‘little’ things. Those talents and skills parents use (or aspire to – usually in my case) all…

  • milestones

    The story of my life. In 250 words.

    pic I was born in 1984. In South Korea. Adopted at 5 months old to Australia. Yep, I became “Aussie, mate.” Seriously. I don’t like spicy food and I’m sh*t at using chopsticks. I was a little bit smart. I got promoted to one day a week in grade 1, when I was supposed to be in Pre-Primary. My parents kept me with kids my own age so I would develop socially at the right pace. I was a difficult teen. All about grunge, punk rock and rebellion. At home after school and on weekends, of course. At school and in society, I was really probably too scared to be…