New discoveries (and an old favourite)

The final challenge in the Problogger ‘Find Your Blogging Groove’ challenge has arrived. Today’s post theme is to write a link post. I have really enjoyed this challenge, and it has reminded me why I started blogging in the first place. One of the most enjoyable aspects has been finding some amazing blogs from a variety of niches through the Facebook group, that I wouldn’t have discovered otherwise. Today I’m going to share a few of them with you.


Forged By Georges Tim is an ultra marathon runner. I think his blog initially spoke to me because my husband is also an ultra marathon runner. Tim writes about his journey to running 100 miles, his inspirations, struggles, and the lessons learned. I love Tim’s attitude – we have similar philosophies when it comes to running, if you believe you can, you can.

Magic of Running Katherine is another long distance runner. We both love half-marathon distance fir similar reasons. Katherine reviews running events, writes about running inspiration, and how to choose a running event right for you. Katherine writing is positive and encouraging, and makes you want to get out there and run.

Autism Spectrum Disorder

Encouraging Others in the Special Needs Trenches Jenny is a fellow ASD parent. Her post about the day her son opening up to her broke her heart really touched me. I’ve been there. It can be hard to get your child with ASD to open up to you, even if they are verbal, but sometimes what they tell you makes you want to cry. Jenny writes to help and support other special needs parents, and I’m so glad I found her blog.

Job Seeking

Kingsley Aigbona I found this post of Kingsley’s really useful. I’m job seeking at the moment, so I’m all for information to help me impress during an interview. I actually had an interview this morning, so I put some Kingsley’s tips to use. While I haven’t got an official job offer yet, the interview went well, and the interviewer told me that they don’t think they can afford not to hire me. Fingers crossed, and thanks Kingsley!


Where’s My Glow This has been one of my favourite blogs for many years. I think I found Glow’s blog when I first started reading blogs when my second child was a baby. Glow is a fellow Australian blogger, and our youngest children were born within a few days of each other. Glow writes about parenting, living with mental illness, and has a great sense of humour.

I’m a little sad that the Problogger challenge has come to an end. I’ve really enjoyed the challenges, and it has given me some new ideas on coming up with content, and which styles of blog posts work for me. I think I’ve definitely found my blogging groove back, and I can’t wait to share with you all the posts I’ve got written in my head.

Toddlers just don’t give a shit

My littlest boys are three at the end of this month. Their development astounds me every day. There are things they are doing, things they are saying, that I don’t think would be happening yet if it weren’t for the fact that they are twins. One thing that has become blatantly obvious though, is that toddlers just don’t give a shit about the adults around them. Every afternoon when I pick the boys up from day care, I have to battle just to get to the car. Inevitably, one or both want to be carried, or one will come with me, and the other runs off to the top of the slide, or both will want to walk and if I try to hold their hand, they will lie down, or run in opposite directions. They just don’t care.

Last week I was shopping in Ikea when I noticed an older woman calling out for a child, her granddaughter it turns out. I knew that look of fear and the sound of panic in her voice. It brought back memories of the time when my eldest had just turned two, and had gone missing from his bed in the middle of the night.

We were living in Darwin at the time, my husband was still in the Navy, and away at sea. My mother was visiting from Sydney, asleep in the spare room. My daughter was 5 months old at the time, asleep in her bassinet in my bedroom. She was still waking to feed multiple times a night, so it wasn’t unusual for me not to go to bed until midnight after nursing her around 11pm. I had a habit of always going to check in on my boy before I went to bed.

Dylan xmas


His room was down the opposite end of the house to mine, and away from the lounge room where I usually sat watching late episodes of Law and Order. As I headed down to check on my sleeping boy, there was no indication that anything was amiss. I opened his door quietly and peered in through the darkened room, only to be greeted by the sight of an empty bed.

I panicked and immediately thought the worst. Someone had broken in and kidnapped my boy. All the doors were locked, and living in a DHA house, we had security grills on all the window. They too were shut and locked – it was the end of the wet season, and I kept the air conditioners running until I went to bed.

I woke my mother, in case he had woken and crawled into bed with her, but he wasn’t there. I checked every room in the house, but couldn’t find him. By this stage all manner of thoughts were running through my mind, and I wondered if I would ever see my son again. I was about to call the police when I decided to check his wardrobe. It was one of those mired sliding door ones and it was shut.

I slid the door open, and there was my precious boy, curled up with his plush Iggle Piggle, Upsy daisy and Makka Pakka dolls that were bigger than him, completely oblivious to the fear and panic he had caused. At some stage he had climbed out of bed, into the wardrobe, and shut the door behind him.

Dylan Iggle

Back in Ikea, I approached the woman frantically calling out for her granddaughter, and asked her what the girl looked like so I could help her search. With the help of some other parents, we quickly found the two-year old girl. She was hiding in a tent in the children’s furniture section, completely unaware of the commotion she had caused.

Her grandmother picked her, she thanked us all, and said in a very relieved, but shaky voice to her granddaughter ‘don’t ever do that to Nanny again’. And I thought to myself, if a kid can run away from his parent while he is meant to be asleep in his bed in a securely locked house, it’s no surprise that a two-year old can run off from their grandmother in the children’s section of Ikea, or from any adult in any situation if they turn their head for a split second.

Toddlers just don’t give a shit.


I’d love to hear your stories of toddlers not giving a shit. Hit me up in the comments!