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Fifty Years of Television

Our kids will never know the pain we had as kids. 

When I was a kid our first TV was a Phillips 16″ B&W little orange unit. The knob fell out so we had a torque spanner attached. Us three boys were Dad’s remote channel changer. We enjoyed all 4 channels, yet watched a lot of ABC.

Jai (almost 5yo) and Aidan (now 2yo) know how to turn on Mummy’s Samsung tablet, select the iView icon and watch anything they like on ABC4Kids. 

At 8am Jai knows to turn down the volume so we don’t know.
I’d normally take it away, but for a change he’s responsibly making sure his little brother can watch with him. Cute. Naughty yet cute.

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R2D2 has Voice

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Parent’s Lament

To anyone who is a parent:

How many times must a child be told before they do as their told? 

And how many times will a child say “No!” before their dinner goes cold?
How many times will I ask them to tidy up their toys before I give them* away?

And how long will it take for them to understand that life isn’t all sleep and play?
How many times will a parent say “No.” and explain the rules yet again?

The answer, my family and friends, is … oh heck, too many times.
* the toys, not the boys!

PS. Did you read it to the tune of “Blowin’ in the Wind by Bob Dylan”?

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The Trouble with Games

The funnestestest game of all.


“Daddy, can I have that game? I will give you a cuddle if you do!”

‘That game’ was moved to the highest point of my bookshelf a few days ago after an unfortunate mistake by him resulted in an little boy getting very angry with his parents for not playing his way.

“What answer did I give you the last twenty billion times you asked?” 

Long pause.

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

Sigh. This is getting ridiculous. Yes, I really should put it out right out of sight and out of his mind. He is starting to drive me out of my mind! 

“What do you think my answer will be?” (#facepalm. That was a dumb question.)

“YES!”

“You are about to be very disappointed.”

“Dis…dissa…poin…ted?”

“Very sad.”

“Awwww!”

(30 seconds later)

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

“Nope.” 

By this time, I am typing this post whilst responding to him. Lots of copy, paste, paste, paste, ad infinitum…

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

“Nope.” 

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

“Nope.” 

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

“Nope.” 

“Daddy, can I have that game?”

“Nope.” 

I, seriously, could go on. Wait, he’s changed the question. 

“Daddy, could you lift me about this high?” Raises hand, I perceive he has it in line with his eyes and top of shelf. Sigh. Going to draw his bluff, yet fool him. 

I wil let you know how ‘this game’ turns out. Cute kid is now cuddling me from behind. Still not getting the game. At least not right now.


Parents will testify. What would you have done?

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Old New Name

Now almost five, Jai cannot remember when he was Elvis, but I do. These days he enjoys writing his REAL name on every piece of paper he can find.


​Me: What is your name?

Jai: ELVIS!

Right….

Originally posted 9.March.2015 on Facebook


How times change as kids grow up!

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In Excess

​”We will just buy a small gift.”

No, don’t.

Family and friends have been doing that for five years, and sometimes just because it looked good at the time or one boy touched it in store.

We now have an extensive library of toys and books. Being us, all are boxed and shelved so as to ease the declutter process each afternoon.

What I would prefer to hear, or what I dream of hearing:

We’ll drop a few dollars into their accounts.” Yes, each boy has one.

“We’ll donate a few dollars to your choice of charity in their name.” RFDS

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Breaking In

2yo Aidan and I were enjoying time on the deck, me catching sunrays whilst he pushed a toy car back and forth.

As my eyes closed beneath the tilted brim of my baseball cap, I heard the glass door shut behind us. I heard the unmistakable sound of wheels over the aluminium sliders. He had pushed his large plastic car indoors.

So I napped momentarily enjoying the moment. They were rare. Slowly I stood up to check out what my beautiful son was doing now.

My hand on the glass, I attempted to slide it open in one quick motion.

But it didn’t move.

Again I tried, this time with two hands.

Oh dear, it had latched when he had closed it. I had a little panic. I turned the laundry door. Alao locked. Still not panicking, just a tad more concerned. Walked around to the front door we don’t use. Yes, locked, but actually glad.

So I asked my inner concious: “Has this happened to you before? WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Moments later I had the bathroom flyscreen off (easily done on most homes) and stepped through, clambering down onto the basin.

I stepped into the lounge room … “Tada! Daddy is in the house!”

Little turkey wasn’t impressed. I checked the door. OMG, he had latched the door!

The laundry is now unlocked. He won’t be doing that again!