We’ve introduced a new parenting regime here this week. 1-2-3 Magic is a novel approach for us, in that it involves the parents being in charge (I know, right? Groundbreaking stuff!), and wielding their almighty power without nagging, raised voices, or cursing the day their offspring was born. Basically, it’s a ‘three strikes’ system by … More Well played, Daddy
I think you may actually need an engineering degree to assemble this toy without having an emotional breakdown at some stage. Of course, the engineering degree would be rendered useless by the constant ‘helping’ of the child involved, so you’d probably suffer a breakdown regardless. … More I hate Thomas the Tank Engine
We saw some new calves on the drive to kindy this morning. Me: Oh, look! The cows have had babies! It must be Spring! Boy-Child: Oh, it definitely is Spring. The sun is shining! Me: Uh-huh. Boy-Child: The birds are tweeting! Me: Sure are. Boy-Child: Our bean plants are growing sprouts! Me: Yup. Boy-Child: The … More Spring is in the air.
‘I love my daddy because he is really hairy. One day I will be as hairy as him!’. I honestly thought that he always just drew Daddy with multiple belly-buttons (because belly-buttons are awesome and Daddy’s the most awesome person he knows). Turns out, that’s been chest hair all along. Happy Fathers Day to the … More The crayon is mightier than the sword: Fathers’ Day edition
I know what you’re thinking. Mums are easy to spot. The bags under the eyes and the presence of juveniles tends to give it away. Well, you’re right of course. But sometimes Mums attempt to travel incognito. You may come across them at the gym, at work, or very occasionally at a shopping centre or … More The Mother, and how to spot her in the wild
I really thought living at our house would have better prepared them for mealtimes involving loud noises, food flying through the air, unintelligible shouting and open flames, but no. … More The teppanyaki incident
Hey, it looks like I’ve picked up a few new likers and followers today! And if I’m not mistaken, some of you are neither close friends nor blood relatives of mine! Welcome, and thanks for reading. I’d love to know how you came upon my little blog, so I can work out what I did … More Hello, strangers!
Oh, how I wish I could go back to the days when I was a parenting expert. Before I had to live with actual children, I had all the answers to all the childrearing questions – even if nobody bothered to ASK me the questions, tsk! So much unsolicited advice and silent judgement. So many … More I was once a paragon of parenting. Then I had kids and ruined it.
Well, maybe they do. But they certainly don’t make a good long-term investment for that purpose. (I was being all industrious this morning and filling the slow-cooker instead of dawdling over coffee while the kids ate breakfast. I was actually thinking how cute it was that Boy-child was singing to baby girl to keep her … More Bananas do not make good drumsticks.
Well, as of this week I’ve been at this parenting gig for five years. In most vocations this would probably put me in a position of some seniority. I’d be a specialist, or at least be competent enough to work without direct supervision. Sadly, five years of parenthood has not rendered me an expert. On … More Mysteries of childrearing
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