Thirty-Sixteen
by“How do you feel about turning 46?” I was asked this morning.
“Doesn’t bother me at all,” I said. I meant it. Thing is, I don’t feel like I’ve aged at all because for the better part of a year I’ve thought I was already 46.
May, 2013
Oh, What A Feeling!
byMy oldest two never managed to get me onto the Gravitron or the Zipper or any of those horrid show rides. Not in twenty-one years. My youngest son has managed to pull it off in just eight years.
Making Memories
byMy birthday is in two days time and the kids have been excited about it for the last month. Why? Because my birthday can only mean one thing – it’s showtime!
(Super) Short and (Sorta) Sweet
byTracey had just called out Miss3 in her Mommy voice. The bedroom was a mess. Clothes had been dragged out of the wardrobe and toys pulled out of boxes. Actually, the room was a supermess.
Tell Her She’s Dreaming
by“You!” Tracey said to me when I arrived home today. Shoulders slumped: bags under her eyes: (thankfully) not holding a weapon. It wasn’t her best look.
“What have I done?” I asked her, my voice echoing the whiny tones of the eight year old kid I once was.
Toys Don’t Cry
byWith Tracey away shooting a wedding all day and most of the evening Saturday, I did what any father left alone with five young kids would do when there’s miserable weather outside.
“Who wants a movie marathon?!” I asked the kids.
Oh, yeah. Who’s the favourite parent?
Ten Things New Dads Should Know About New Mums
byHaving a baby? Great. Think you’ve got it covered? Fantastic.
You’re wrong, of course, but good to see some positive thinking. Just a heads up – the baby isn’t your problem. Everything you think you know about your wife is wrong. Why? Because she’s a mother now, and mother trumps wife trumps lover trumps drinking buddy.
But don’t panic, I’ve got your back.
I Can’t Handle It
byYou know that thing that happens where you go to the bathroom and as you try to leave the handle comes off in your hand trapping you on one side of the door and the kids on the other?
Me, either. But Tracey’s all over it.
The Meat In The Sandwich
byLast night Tracey cooked the family up a pot roast and we enjoyed it with roast potatoes and greens. Noice.
Unusually, there were leftovers, mainly because she cooked up half a beast. As we sealed it in a container and put it in the fridge it was decided we could bypass the Vegemite tomorrow and the meat was earmarked for lunches.
A Mother Lovin’ Plan
byMothers Day is nearly on us and there is definitely an air of excitement in the house. Quite right too. After all, it is the 5th or 6th most important day of the year.
Shopping Favours
by“I’ll go to the shop for you,” I called to Tracey. Ducking out to the shops sometimes upsets her and I like Tracey to be in a good mood when we go to bed.
You’ll Never Walk Alone, part II
byHaving the kids occasionally walk themselves the 700 meters home from school is all about giving them a chance to spread their wings and teaching them responsibility. Oh, and teamwork.
You’ll Never Walk Alone
byThe kids were to walk home alone from school for the first time ever last week. Almost got there.
Today, we ride!
by“You’re mad,” Tracey hissed at me from her side of the bed this morning as I swapped my warm, comfortable bed for a pair of sneakers and a bike helmet. “We get one morning to sleep in a week and you’re up at sparrow’s to ride your bike.”
“I know!” I whispered at her, although I’m not sure why – she was already awake. “Isn’t it great?”
Grandma’s Duck Recipes
byA wonderful friend popped over last week to give me a duck.
“I friend gave it to me,” she said, “and I really don’t know what to do with it. So I thought of you.”
Best. Friend. Ever.
I knew exactly what to do with a duck. Call Grandma.