I Am Properly Screwed
byWe’ve finally (we think) solved the bed issue in the house.
August, 2014
The Storm Before The Calm
byAs immortalized in song by those big haired bards, thunder bolts and lightning are very, very frightening. Especially if you’re four.
Naming Rights
by“Your daughter thinks you’re an idiot,” Tracey wandered into our bedroom to tell me this morning. She delivered this in a matter of fact sort of tone I couldn’t have pulled off had the tables been turned. It’s hard to sound uninterested when you’re grinning like an idiot.
Fathers Day Giveaway – Licorice Box
byMy dad loves licorice. Fathers Day is a guaranteed licorice and a couple of Phantom comics from us. This year he’ll be thrilled to bits with his licorice box I might even forego the comics.
You Can Count On Your Big Sister
byPart of getting kids to do things around the house is tricking them into going the extra mile.
A Clever Cookie
byWhy is it, unlike my wife, I never think of these clever ways to create the illusion that Dad knows everything?
We Help Tohir Bring Joy To The World
byIn the past we’ve mainly helped people in agriculture, but tonight, when I saw Tohir poised seductively over his keys with his Brian Ferry hair, I was smitten. What the world needs is more of this grass roots music. Especially in Tajikstan.
(Actually musical needs in Tajikstan, and for that matter the world, may differ).
The Housekeeping Revolution
by“Why are you asleep?” was the first thing my wife asked me when she arrived home. “You’re supposed to be watching the kids.”
The hardest thing about looking after the kids while your wife is out working is making sure you’re awake before she comes home.
What A Card
by“What’s a Sim card?” I asked the lovely Telstra girl who had come into the bank to do banking. While I checked her deposit and punched the keyboard she was attempting to walk me through getting a secondhand iPhone I’d purchased off a mate to work.
The branch went quiet.
Being Human
byWarning: this is a serious post. A serious post about a serious issue.
Wiping The Smile Off Your Dial
by“I love technology,” I said to Tracey. I do. Insofar as I love buying a new laptop or tablet.
This post is a warning to all video chat enthusiasts.
A Solid Foundation
by“What do you think?” Miss10 asked myself and Tracey. Because I knew what Miss10 had been up to the last half hour, I braced myself before turning around.
Why My Kids Can Count On Me
by“How are you enjoying being a stay at home dad?” Tracey asked me. From her expression I could tell there was something going on: Something I was missing: Something which was my fault.
A Rewarding TacTic
byOur seven year old daughter had gone into the shop alone, armed only with a couple of coins and a cute smile.
How My Boy Broke His Finger
byIf I confess I rather enjoyed my son breaking his finger, does that make me a bad parent?