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Parenting on a Saturday

I had plans for today.
But we have kids.

I have been awake since 7am,
out of bed since 8am.

Unshowered I have
negotiated backyard wars,
replanted vegetable dreams,
requested quietness and calm,
and dreamed of coffee.

Finally we are having breakfast.
home made pancakes.
The kids are calmed,
they’re playing nice.

Finally – Nirvana.

For now.

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Growing Up

Jai is now 5.5 years young. This means he acts like a teenager with lots of toys.

The Duplo spirals around the bigger pieces, slowly spreading across the known galaxy. Some blocks are now satellites travelling around the house, seeking out toes to connect with.

Lounge pillows stand forlornly encasing his desk. His idea of a DIY cubby. Surprisingly, it works.

Answering to his own name is uncommon and takes serious effort for anyone wanting his attention. Slowly we are convincing him that reaponding to the first request is in his best interest. A few times we have fooled him by whispering ‘Ice Cream’ to his little brother. His hearing miraculously reappears.

And the list of teenage activities goes on and on.

You’d think with all this I would have many more stories to tell, both funny and serious.

But many aren’t for all.

Right now he is in his second week of Reception. It’s just the beginning of 13 years of schooling. 13 years!

Since he is at school, I have working in my one-man small-business ‘Mow&Wash‘. So stories of his escapades, bravado, lunacy and literature are few and far between.

He is forever the ONLY artist in our house (apparently photography is not an art), so I will show you his artwork more often.

Younger brother Aidan is now providing funny and worthwhile stories. Watch this space….

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Blue Wren vs Fly

Ten Blue Wrens: And What a Lot of Wattle! Sitting on the deck with Jai (5.5 years young) in my lap, I wondered if I was going to snap a decent photograph of the blue-wrens about 3 metres away.

“Daddy, can you photograph that fly?”

I turn to photograph it, but as I do – the small blue wren flutters onto the deck, snaps at the same fly, it falls from its roost, and the bird snapped it right out of the air, swallowing it whole.

I couldn’t photograph that moment, it all happened so fast. But I did snap a few shots of the blue wren standing content after a quick feed.

Jai was still in my lap. As I am capturing the posing blue-wren, Jai starts blubbering….

“Oh dear, I am never going to see that fly ever ever ever again! {crying and wailing} I want that fly! Why didn’t you photograph it sooner?!” He is surprisingly articulate.

I shake my head and say “But dude, buddy, I got some great photos of the blue wren!”

“I don’t care about the blue wren! I want a photo of a fly!”

“Dude, There are ten trillion trillion trillion fly’s on the planet. Blue wrens are rare!”

The conversation ended as he went off crying. The blue-wren flew over and sat beside me and cocked his head to one side as if to say “Yeah, kids, they are not easy!”

Check out my shots below:

Blue Wren on Deck

Blue Wren Hunting Lunch

Blue Wren Sits Close

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