<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2025 18:13:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Hard work</category><category>Anecdotes</category><category>Breastfeeding</category><category>Sleep</category><category>Keeping up appearances</category><category>Eating</category><category>Reflections</category><category>Mastitis</category><category>Great Literature</category><category>Advice</category><category>Movie reviews</category><category>Motherhood lessons</category><category>Poop</category><category>Pop psychology</category><category>Childhood illnesses</category><category>Current affairs</category><category>Dreams</category><title>No Mum is an Island</title><description></description><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-1846610796531726465</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2019 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-11-13T16:06:01.208-08:00</atom:updated><title>Milkbaby reads: a review of Kea: Curiouser and Curiouser</title><atom:summary type="text">Milkbaby&#39;s grandma, Annemarie Florian, just published her seventh book, Kea: Curiouser and Curiouser.&amp;nbsp; I asked Milkbaby (now 9 years old) to review it.

Who would like this book and what is it about?

This book is for people who like birds.&amp;nbsp; Kea are one of the smartest birds, also when they play they get smarter.

One of the interesting things was kea could open windows and turn on taps</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2019/11/milkbaby-reads-review-of-kea-curiouser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDl_4p_5SaJGqlrcCUQ7T8DY1pelIM_5djJ-XHd-c4AT_xjRQ61hNx4UbgKg3MPChq49FVToMfqlIuo3lgcA-x60p5_Do6vodJVQnfBcoE_rKBZY92kTsNeAYmhRsEvhue1fwR_IwNXWNW/s72-c/kea.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-4147437890991344839</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2018 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-09-20T16:09:59.792-07:00</atom:updated><title>Virtual cacophony: how feminism and technology have given mothers a voice</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;

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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2018/09/virtual-cacophony-how-feminism-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZr5S89mbNhrCnnoIsof6XE_zW6SSykwtKzh6efEE8O-Ihr2MIXbZk60ZW2so-TKgR53NMaprk82rMk4v5pf90LL7fXd7ELhO-jcHZgokxzmEDxBSTcBv3u5PfikQyeKhrE6kEup0Vp28/s72-c/Picture1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-2617052570249862804</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2017 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-16T18:53:52.130-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mama reads: a review of Paul Auster&#39;s 4 3 2 1</title><atom:summary type="text">Mama&#39;s been busy. &amp;nbsp;She&#39;s barely had time to read, let alone blog. &amp;nbsp;So when, six months ago, I was presented with 5 days of uninterrupted tropical poolside reading time (at a ridiculously luxurious resort in a developing country), there was nothing to do but...read.

The chosen tome was Paul Auster&#39;s 4 3 2 1 (it really was a tome, at close to 900 pages, and having the dubious honour of </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2017/10/mama-reads-review-of-paul-austers-4-3-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-1475771087007843250</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2015 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-26T19:56:13.889-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Great Literature</category><title>Milkbaby and my heart fly</title><atom:summary type="text">As he&#39;s longer a baby any more, I gleefully took advantage of Milkbaby turning five to book him on a flight to his grandparents&#39; place as an unaccompanied minor.

Taking it all in his stride, he nonchalantly kissed me goodbye, and strode onto the plane with the tribe of ELEVEN other unaccompanied minors (it was school holidays). &amp;nbsp;I tried to play it cool. &amp;nbsp;The other parents seemed to be </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2015/07/milkbaby-and-my-heart-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMbuIngMq5yeSeJwjXWGi_ACAaXU2p3vSBpYQ0odTnCvnZhDQIeIEuRUZc1Nes-1y2pNQw0WegrNplFwpNDOhp78PUJc-yvXb_YGMsUyTymaL2FjyvxGB8FJADVkrGu6oe3AdL4Ho-98W/s72-c/IMG_0278.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-1256720570791551813</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2015 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-09T02:38:57.696-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hard work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sleep</category><title>Time - the long and the short of it</title><atom:summary type="text">When you become a parent, it dawns on you that sooner or later you will no longer be around. Perhaps it dawned on you before becoming a parent, but something about becoming a parent makes it starkly real, slightly horrifying. &amp;nbsp;Time speeds up. &amp;nbsp;One day, you&#39;re at home with a newborn, all bewilderment, exhausted love and never ending piles of laundry, and then boom, he&#39;s about to start </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2015/02/time-long-and-short-of-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY7xhs-dMF5I4URYvnc10jWE9ceh5dkhNQE-KFeSrH6DJvBtROnfP9TmtnRCY26QX_TiaQv8LCU15W8PXfukZgo7KG8ASEPR5XVUdtLdTo2v8-CusQWOAvYxnib7z2ylEQ_vWetJWkn3q/s72-c/Stages-of-grief.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-6773532014819266074</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2014 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-10T00:03:27.509-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Breastfeeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mastitis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sleep</category><title>How did you get here?</title><atom:summary type="text">Not in the metaphysical sense. &amp;nbsp;If you can operate a computer, you probably have at least a basic understanding of the chain of events that led to your arrival on this planet.



More in the google sense. &amp;nbsp;How did you find this blog?



I get the stats. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;the google chain of events that led you here. &amp;nbsp;And let&#39;s just say some of you weren&#39;t looking for a mummy </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/12/how-did-you-get-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZO58SEMbvFEw85DaJHU2rXnH9SMQGxlyKpUFo653prEYarypW2kdru9um7c36YW6yPxAL4y5wKXp1YhuMsr_oRGS2RGBxYsCiHEzDYbEkHM61TzqiFkG3QWg_9lZeXxQ8HM0wDmI81BX6/s72-c/IMG_2356+copy.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-7801970441001661566</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2014 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-10T00:03:44.510-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Keeping up appearances</category><title>Santa Claus and other lies we tell our children</title><atom:summary type="text">Last week I came across a blogger who claimed that they didn&#39;t have Santa in their house because they don&#39;t tell their children lies. &amp;nbsp;And because Christmas is not about Santa, it&#39;s about God. &amp;nbsp;Um, hello?? &amp;nbsp;Old white guy with beard, lives and/or flies in clouds, just &quot;knows&quot; if you&#39;ve been naughty or nice, is watching you all year...



Santa



God




Yeah yeah, I know, there&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/11/santa-claus-and-other-lies-we-tell-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrHhBVqwLwmjm4xAtR_-mdg1IzkZhoEWSC8m8bP471e3mQJvYjdTnmmdqf9d2qZaHGjXn0SaPSliE11YJ1oif-CAFpWQ86h6fdG1WCMd_ASc6xSVrjfsQdsqOkjEU-Ggbh0IjhRRWlpg9/s72-c/santa1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-8307625708610420290</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 08:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-07T01:19:00.875-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Great Literature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reflections</category><title>On why I write</title><atom:summary type="text">
This is one of those blog-linkup things, wherein I&#39;ve been nominated by another blogger (thank you&amp;nbsp;Rachiebee) to write a blogpost about why I write.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And at the end I&#39;ll nominate two more bloggers to do the same.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you follow the trail back you find some quite interesting blogs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First in the virtual breadcrumb trail is Rachiebee - her blog really is true to </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/10/on-why-i-write.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyZ5mK5Rx0tMmHC_noVceXgEKY3GUaLRdZL9rJj0VdYkGG1KxltoqPbu_XI6tyhssAZr-mk4PbJozkjhNLLvt_Kaw-6twizJiTy2kbR1S15S1x7h3DsvBEgoa1Dhxl9mNFI4qy_IeRU64/s72-c/momblogger.png.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-3585028163992438727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2014 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-04T04:03:12.619-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Anecdotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Current affairs</category><title>History lessons with a four-year-old</title><atom:summary type="text">This afternoon, driving home from a big morning of playing at the park, the news on the radio reminded us that today is the commemoration of 100 years since the start of World War One.

&quot;World War One?&quot; asked Milkbaby, from the back seat.

He often overhears snippets of the news and makes comment; yesterday the weather report was &quot;showers easing overnight&quot; and he said with a giggle &quot;there was </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/08/history-lessons-with-four-year-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzJ_186fT_bGNDfEI74M9ZcppFRII6QKe8Mf2uxrcWaCeePQ7XL2N69cTtB0mUsLnS1LR9-GEU5RS2ro8ewTlUa1AiS1OfNBfuVbdeehZRpdsUKQuL6rJ92bFcslqwkzuaLwcFp6LJICQ/s72-c/AAG.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-1033425899409908406</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2014 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-12T00:54:15.465-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eating</category><title>Mama makes: a knitted Lego Batman and matching Batman cake</title><atom:summary type="text">You thinking I&#39;m joking right? &amp;nbsp;Yes, I actually knitted a Batman Lego action figure, then topped off the whole birthday experience by making a Batman cake to go with it. &amp;nbsp;I consider this cake and knitted action figure to be the crowning achievements of my motherhood experience so far.

Read on for instructions on how to make the knitted batman. 

Batman Lego Action Hero

Supplies:
One </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/07/mama-makes-knitted-lego-batman-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosc0TKdOc3dStINEX9EAkxo9dOGMJwoqPdn4pggtu_XlqaJDGsNHaxEXBZF5SGruHpo3a0LUk_Wa45C2UPo_Qh-ROI_JKPaIZzAxWOSzx7Svyja03V4hZewpK9s0PE3dxVXqLC3CClxpX/s72-c/photo+(2).JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-7056809113321946901</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2014 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-16T03:23:21.284-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><title>Milkbaby&#39;s movie meanderings: Ernest &amp; Celestine and Frozen</title><atom:summary type="text">For Milkbaby&#39;s fourth birthday, we took him to Ernest &amp;amp; Celestine. &amp;nbsp;Here&#39;s his review.

Tell me about Ernest &amp;amp; Celestine.
It had a big ummm bear, called Ernest. &amp;nbsp;And a little mouse who was called Celestine. &amp;nbsp;Umm Celestine dropped the pencil, and the movie was great.

What was the best part of the movie?
The funny one, the big mouse. &amp;nbsp; He went &quot;boof!&quot; into the door. [</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/07/milkbabys-movie-meanderings-ernest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-2636279480735723758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2014 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-08T03:12:13.018-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pop psychology</category><title>My sweetheart the drunk</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;It&#39;s like hanging out with a drunk person&quot; I said to Captain Boringvoice. &amp;nbsp;We had just witnessed Milkbaby (now four) push over a large smoothie whilst trying to slide it back across the table to me. &amp;nbsp;Looking back on it now, even a drunk person knows you don&#39;t move a full glass of beer by applying force to the top of the glass. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Think about it&quot; I went on &quot;- no voice volume control</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-sweetheart-drunk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-7740151780277353458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2014 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-24T18:18:20.317-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mastitis</category><title>Hello Mastitis, my old friend</title><atom:summary type="text">

This little ditty is
a few weeks old now. As soon as I&#39;d thought &quot;well hello Mastitis my old
friend&quot; I couldn&#39;t get this damn song out of my fever dreams, complete
with those ageing ex-folkies gently crooning it in my ear. At one point I was
pretty sure Paul Simon had also invited&amp;nbsp;Ladysmith Black Mambazo&amp;nbsp;along for the ride, my
head was pounding that badly. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, the song sort </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/06/hello-mastitis-my-old-friend_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-5523767870520838063</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2014 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-02T04:14:22.438-07:00</atom:updated><title>Strange conversation #3: the pain of childbirth</title><atom:summary type="text">This is one from the memory banks that I&#39;ve been meaning to record for ages.

We&#39;re at a wedding, Milkbaby in tow. I&#39;m making polite conversation with strangers. The groom&#39;s sister is pregnant. We soon get to talking babies, pregnancy, childbirth.



&quot;I expect it will hurt a bit&quot; she says.

&quot;Um, yeah, it&#39;s hard to describe. It&#39;s different for everyone, but for me it started off feeling like quite</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/06/strange-conversation-3-pain-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-2655501446260262951</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2014 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-18T19:21:12.696-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Great Literature</category><title>What we&#39;re reading: The Tiger Who Came to Tea (reimagined)</title><atom:summary type="text">Have you ever been reading an old favourite to your kids and found yourself cringing at how it&#39;s dated, or wanting to talk some sense into the characters? &amp;nbsp;The Tiger Who Came to Tea is a classic, and a favourite in our house, but on the last read through I noticed it needed a bit of an update...





&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what self-respecting four-year-old drinks tea? 












Notice how it&#39;s</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/05/what-were-reading-tiger-who-came-to-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxKKERMbETm2iZsa4AmqEeUOXxFktCixjpAo5K-0lJ6YyJDfeAXNPY6p4us6k9mH9U6CJOd0GZvZAT6MwaAPPf4hF0g1CtuZXPcZaaQ-VisntJ5MKJLt6uXDo3-Edn2o35AG5sq7-SGrK/s72-c/photo+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-4535546703931814360</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2014 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T03:45:41.461-07:00</atom:updated><title>2014 Mother&#39;s Day Awards</title><atom:summary type="text">I wanted to write this post for Mother&#39;s Day, but I&#39;ve been busy. &amp;nbsp;Was it just me, or did mother&#39;s day seem like a big deal this year? &amp;nbsp;There seemed to be a ton of mother&#39;s day activity on facebook, and companies doing all sorts of mother&#39;s day promotions. 

Anyway, I&#39;ve got a few Mother&#39;s Day awards:

Mother&#39;s Day more-viral-than-chickenpox award:&amp;nbsp;This one about the world&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/05/2014-mothers-day-awards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-9029858953753289077</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2014 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-01T13:59:44.436-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Great Literature</category><title>What we&#39;re reading (and doing): Getting to Know You</title><atom:summary type="text">In this digital age, when [almost] everything humanity knows can be found online, and reading is something you do on some handheld device, I sometimes wonder how kids of today (and the future) will fall in love with books, and by extension, reading.

That love affair must start as early as possible, with simple, easy to read board books. &amp;nbsp;Babies must learn the something special smell of a </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/04/what-were-reading-and-doing-getting-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg16kXmm4j9-Xqef2pFjB15Qc6_8ebOXA2ZFX2QVBLo7xbzD8T7jZ8YSWY1FR7JbXWVqeXlt3af7LrHuztNwx0j-uId_wWOyloZfpJCVBdDX8vDYvA4UnE5nAgsbYtyeI6j3s07PqJv7Dx/s72-c/photo+3.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-2374196229544881123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2014 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-28T03:10:24.236-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><title>Milkbaby&#39;s movie meanderings: Rio 2 and Lego</title><atom:summary type="text">With the school holidays in full swing, there&#39;s a plethora of children&#39;s movies to choose from. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, the release of Ernest and Celestine, the movie we&#39;ve most been looking forward to, has been delayed in New Zealand, and won&#39;t come out until July. &amp;nbsp;Boo.

Last week we saw Rio 2, and Lego. &amp;nbsp;I managed a short interview with Milkbaby on each. &amp;nbsp;Mama rant follows.

Rio 2 &amp;nbsp;[</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/04/milkbabys-movie-meanderings-rio-2-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-4742908466433981328</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2014 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-08T14:31:39.830-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><title>Milkbaby&#39;s movie meanderings: Sherman and Mr Peabody</title><atom:summary type="text">Last week I took Milkbaby and The Sailor to see Sherman and Mr Peabody. &amp;nbsp;As Milkbaby is now capable of expressing his own opinions on films, I thought I&#39;d do this review Q&amp;amp;A style with him. &amp;nbsp;To guide you through the review below, here&#39;s a brief plot synopsis:


Mr. Peabody, the most accomplished dog in the world, and his mischievous boy Sherman, use their time machine - The WABAC - </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/04/milkbabys-movie-meanderings-sherman-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-6470577826692417856</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T18:00:02.039-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><title>The Sailor&#39;s movie meanderings: Tracks</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been looking forward to this movie. &amp;nbsp;The real, actual, true story of Robyn Davidson&#39;s mostly-solo 2700km Australian desert crossing in 1977.

Unusually, we had company at the screening; people without babes in arms. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Don&#39;t worry&quot; I assured them as we walked in, &quot;he&#39;ll go to sleep soon&quot;. &amp;nbsp;And he did, but not before letting out a fair bit of screaming as the movie began.



</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-sailors-movie-meanderings-tracks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-618294122187835965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2014 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-02T18:34:29.954-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Current affairs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reflections</category><title>My two cents on the paid parental leave debate</title><atom:summary type="text">This post got really complicated. &amp;nbsp;I went down all sorts of wormholes, and argued with myself over children being a choice, delayed gratification, the widening gap between rich and poor, whether institutional childcare is better than parent-care (conclusion: you&#39;re going to screw your kids up one way or another), and the pay gap between men and women being caused by women quitting their jobs</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-two-cents-on-paid-parental-leave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQTicQ6uDaf6Gsus37Pi21pp_NgxuSohuIXl5jHuyZvKGgsNO6nN8FIX2EO4Id975xaamtnzu9hHGgtU0VjDzcXyUlMAcNX_-J6D_YzLTHp6Ig7Y5QvQLi2mv0fhw_oRhJfD1di0pmUAj/s72-c/Maternity-leave-chart-final.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-5192269709373784758</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-01T02:50:37.524-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poop</category><title>The Sailor&#39;s movie meanderings: Cuban Fury</title><atom:summary type="text">Last week, The Sailor&#39;s Grandma was visiting, so we took her to Cuban Fury.

It&#39;s a familiar plot line. &amp;nbsp;Underdog Bruce (overweight, middle-aged, single guy) can&#39;t get a girlfriend, and must rediscover his talent for Salsa dancing in order to do so. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not spoiling the movie to say that he does.

The comedy is in how he gets there, complete with nasty dance teacher, a Will </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-sailors-movie-meanderings-cuban-fury.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-3969033773298224338</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2014 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-29T18:24:27.914-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poop</category><title>The Sailor&#39;s movie meanderings: The Monuments Men and Wadjda</title><atom:summary type="text">The Sailor insisted&amp;nbsp;we see two movies last week: The Monuments Men and Wadjda.

I wasn&#39;t so sure about George Clooney&#39;s latest offering, but The Sailor reasoned we should get out of the house, even if George wasn&#39;t such a great incentive. &amp;nbsp;The Monuments Men is the *true* story of how the Americans heroically saved almost all of Europe&#39;s great works of art from destruction by Hitler </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-sailors-movie-meanderings-monuments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-7884487355908484045</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2014 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-26T21:25:48.308-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Anecdotes</category><title>These are called my what?</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve always been a fan of real names for body parts. &amp;nbsp;So were my parents. &amp;nbsp;In fact they were the original &#39;real namers&#39;. &amp;nbsp;Until we were teenagers we even called them by their names, instead of the usual &quot;mum&quot; and &quot;dad&quot;. &amp;nbsp;One aspect of our teenage rebellion was reverting to the more-easily-grunted/whined/yelled monosyllabic monikers.

While we&#39;ve not been quite so worried about</atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/03/these-are-called-my-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872527057618172370.post-5909985238029845542</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2014 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-25T02:03:12.848-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie reviews</category><title>The Sailor&#39;s movie meanderings: 3 Mile Limit</title><atom:summary type="text">Today marks the beginning of a new series on this blog: The Sailor&#39;s Movie Meanderings. &amp;nbsp;As you may have gathered, we&#39;ve had a new addition to our household. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve dubbed him The Sailor, since he was born in the caul and according to ancient lore, will be forever protected from drowning.

Last week The Sailor suggested it was about time I took him to a movie. &amp;nbsp;He reasoned that no </atom:summary><link>http://nomumisanisland.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-sailors-movie-meanderings-3-mile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Island Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHxm1Kn8MjAyYIfFOAsqEP8zMjQuhqzwC2JXvuCEQ1u2JE1l3XNIZEk3PmMJL9ibOgawR75mpRNQzUkFaOqYE4IpV4a_j5bYCmWXkgVFuX7ZGy5_M-NmH9VNwkqVvKtTCn977pz3Xl0LE/s72-c/H.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>