#1: “You’re not a lady, you’re a mummy. I suppose some mums can be ladies. “
Now that Jai’s vocabulary is getting much more extensive and his sentence structure is sometimes poetic, we are hearing some classic and amazing quotes! There undoubtedly will be more.
Here’s to many more throughout his life!
2yo Aidan: “I WANT BA NA NA!
Me: (Gets one) “Ok… here banana!”
Aidan: “No, not that one!”
Aidan: “I like NA NA!
Me: (Gets same one) “Ok… banana!”
Aidan: “Not that one!”
Sigh. An hour later
Aidan: “May I have banana!” Some tears.
Me: (Gets SAME one) “Ok… this banana?!”
Aidan: “Mmmmm… ok.” Peels himself, returns to smash toys into each other.
Being a Dad isn’t too hard.
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.
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.
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”?
Me: “Jai, do you want Wiggles on?”
Jai: “I don’t want nothing on!” Gives me a face like he needs a coffee. Not gonna happen.
Whereas my left eye twitches as I fight the urge to correct his sentence structure.
I seriously need a coffee.
/ Originally posted 20.Dec.2015 on Facebook.