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		<title>That parent</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Could I be that parent? My Big Boy enters the realm of Big Schooldom next year (cue massive sigh of relief from somewhere&#8230;surely not me?) and orientation sessions have begun. I should start by saying that my husband and I are the salmon of the &#8216;when to send your children to school&#8217; river- our boy will be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/09/that-parent/</link>
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		<title>There is a God</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Might sound strange, coming from the mouth or laptop of an atheist. Let me reassure you &#8211; I haven&#8217;t just woken up with a whole new belief system, had an epiphany or been smoking anything illegal, but I have found a God and he lives under my roof! &#8216;Domestic Goddess&#8217; &#8211; a term that could never and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/09/there-is-a-god/</link>
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		<title>The entertainer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now the curtain is coming up, the entertainer is taking a bow. Does his dance step and sings a song&#8230;.or something like that. My Big Boy is The Entertainer. Sounds impressive, yes? Amusing? Perhaps even useful? Possibly, but the majority of the time it does my head in. Reason 1: I am paranoid about the baby getting squished by his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/08/the-entertainer/</link>
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		<title>Reflections</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I could write about my fascination with the bathroom mirror, or, more accurately, the reflection that peers back at me &#8211; a stripy, glistening stomach and a pair of breasts that don&#8217;t even look related (while both zigzagged with blue veins, one will often sit lower and jiggle more than its firmer, more upright counterpart, depending on the feeding status). But [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/08/reflections/</link>
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		<title>Control Freaks United</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I may have alluded to the fact that I am a MAJOR CONTROL FREAK. I want to re-visit that in the context of parenting. Being a Control Freak is exhausting. You must keep tabs on everything, constantly analysing, pre-empting and taking charge. Things must go according to a plan (preferably one of your own). No, really, they must, because any [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/08/control-freaks-united/</link>
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		<title>Mary&#8217;s little lamb</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mary had a little lamb, it bleated in its cot. She turned around the other day, a little lamb &#8217;twas not. For it had grown in length and weight, its eyes alert and bright, Its bleat had been replaced with BAAA, first fleece now way too tight. One blink was all that it did take [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/08/marys-little-lamb/</link>
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		<title>The Club</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in The Club. I wasn&#8217;t invited into it, nor sent there via recommendation. I didn&#8217;t seek it out&#8230;it found me. When I became a mum I was automatically signed up, for life. A chat I had recently with a fellow mum lead me to pause and reflect on this motherhood thing. I had only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/08/the-club/</link>
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		<title>Counting chickens</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I began writing this post a couple of weeks ago. The plan was to talk about &#8216;counting chickens&#8217;. You know, counting them before they hatch and the warning that comes with doing so. I was going to make reference to my baby boy&#8217;s sleeping and the temptation to start counting those chooks after one good [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/07/counting-chickens/</link>
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		<title>Let me drive!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Why is it that everyone else knows more about my children than me? Did I miss an important lecture or tutorial at which all knowledge about them and solutions for their problems, was imparted? Did I nod off at the wrong time or make the mistake of turning this valuable information into white noise? Mia Freedman referred to it recently [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/07/let-me-drive/</link>
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		<title>Breasts of pride</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Breast is best, according to the experts, but gee it would be nice to have the power to transfer these breasts of mine to someone else for a day. I am breastfeeding and proud of it. Proud in the knowledge that my breasts alone are able to sustain another human life. Proud that I am boosting my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://pennidrysdale.com/2010/07/breasts-of-pride/</link>
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