Tuesday afternoon Jai saw my photos of the Kingscote netball players on my phone.
“Huh? Didn’t you shoot them with your camera?”
“Yes, I did…”
“Oh, they are on the [sic] inner net! You’re famous Daddy!!” Then gives me the BIGGEST hug.
Sigh. For some reason the bank won’t let me put the value of that hug into my account.
Jai has a new favourite kids program:
Andy’s Prehistoric Adventures. Synopsis: Andy jumps into a grandfather clock back in time (get it!) to the dinosaur age, thrn brings back something for the museum he works within.
So tonight Jai asked for a ‘Time Machine’. I smiled with glee, but his mother frowned.
Jai now has what I am calling ‘a TARDIS whose clocking device is stuck in cardboard box mode‘. Jai doesn’t yet understand the reference. Sarah is adamant he won’t know for a few years yet.
I can and will wait to make him a DrWho fanatic. Let’s hope the series is still going!
Peter Capaldi’s recent departure as The Doctor cannot be in vain. But I have a strong feeling the Christmas Special will reveal him waking up, yet then changing into his new incarnation.
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.”