Oh dear, Jai is quite ill. Read about it here.
Aidan can now talk. Quite eloquently at times.
i.e. “Thank you Mummy, you saved me”
Just found both boys chatting about cleaning up mummy’s books … and two shelves of Anne McAffrey on the lounge.
Aidan: “I need more books. MORE BOOKS! MORE BOOKS!”
Oh dear. I gotta go clean up.
Now that 2yo Aidan no longer has a dummy/pacifier, his English skills are improving every day.
Jai (weeks away from 5yo) likes to test his English.
“LIFE IS NOT PERFECT!” is yelled from the toy room. Learned probably from me.
A smaller voice mimics “Mi’ is no berfect!”
But that’s nothing.
Whilst I was ‘otherwise indisposed‘ early today, a small hand knocked on the door and the question was asked “Where are you Daddy?”
“Buddy, dude, I am busy.”
“Why?” Oh dear, it has begun.
“I don’t wear nappies…” Is two too young to teach about the toilet?
“Why?” Still outside the door.
“Because society frowns upon wearing poopie pants in corporate environments…” I paused and listened as he plodded back to the lounge room.
Always employ big words when you don’t really want to be disturbed.
Aidan wanted a chicken crimpie. Got him four.
With two shoved in his mouth, he muttered “Manku.”
Now finished eating, getting ready to shove another one in, “Yeaaah.” Then shoves the next two in.
Didn’t even stop to look at me.
He’s only two.
I don’t usually post photos here. But Jai drew his concept of a forest this morning – and I was immediately hit with an idea for a conservationist advertisement:
“When the current generation thinks this is a forest, we must be doing something wrong.
Help stop excessive delogging. Help replant trees around the world.
Ensure your kids have fresh air and somewhere to live.”
The first time I saw STAR WARS was at the Murray Bridge Drive-In, somewhere between 1982-1986.
Interestingly it is one of lots of moment in my life that remains a strong visual memory:
My stepbrothers and I lay in the back of a Toyota Lite-Ace Van, watching tie-fighters chase X-wing-fighters across the starry black sky. Sci-Fi stories had jumped off the page into our minds.
Now it makes me smile that the EIGHTH episode of the epic is under production for release in 2018.
Jai will be seven-years-young by then, ready to keep the fan-base alive.
Let’s hope his mummy is OK by then for him to see it.
Our second son recently turned two.
Over Easter his dummy/pacifer was permanently removed from his mouth.
Now he talks incessantly.
This morning, at 7.20am, he deided that yelling ‘COCKADOODLEDOO!’ repeatedly was fun. Mummy thinks otherwise. I let it run its course. The ranting stopped soon after.
We now have TWO alarm clocks. Which means another few years of no sleep after 7am. Sigh.