Snakes and Feathers
byA family member has taken their little family away for two days well deserved R & R so we’re babysitting their talking bird. Shoot me. Or the bird. Either way.
A family member has taken their little family away for two days well deserved R & R so we’re babysitting their talking bird. Shoot me. Or the bird. Either way.
I don’t usually bag a kiddy book, but…
Tracey and I have been developing a theory these past fifteen years we’ve been raising kids together: the reason mother nature has made young children look so very, very cute is you wouldn’t put up with them if they weren’t.
1. CUSSING
Housework isn’t a dirty word. The dirty words tend to come if I don’t help with the housework.
We had no idea how our young son has suffered through this winter.
“Winter sucks. I hate cold,” Master7 told me this morning as he undressed and threw on his uniform.
There are hundreds of things I love about being a father to my seven, from having them vomit in my mouth to being nutted, but I’ve culled it down to my top ten.
With our updated ‘FAMILY’ set of photos hanging in the dining room, we decided to hang the older set up in the lounge room. Well I decided to – as a surprise for Tracey while she was at work today.
“I’m home!” I announced when I opened the balcony door and walked in this afternoon. Initially distracted by my wife’s awesome snogging, moments later I noticed Master7 under the dining table at the other end of the kitchen.
Some tips and tricks to making it as a father and surviving as a husband. No, not really. This is mainly a list of my failures.
Tracey hates the way I wash our clothes.
I don’t blame her. I hate it too.
Miss2 was patting her big sister today. Or so she was insisting as she followed Miss5 around saying, “Pat! Pat! Pat!” every time she whacked her with a bat.
Blood tests aren’t a lot of fun so when dad needed one done we all knew it was destined to end poorly, but none of us would have guessed the police would be involved.
There are two kinds of people – those who believe in ghosts and those who don’t. Well I’m neither of those.
We struggle some mornings to deliver all our kids to their respective destinations. Especially Mondays where we have Tafe, primary school, prep and daycare, and that’s before we look at work.
Some people greet their golden years with arms wide open, ready to embrace their well earned rights to make inappropriate comments at family functions and hold up bank queues for lengthy chats.
These are my sort of people.