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.
”We will just buy a small gift.”
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
We did the coolest thing for Jai for Xmas: We dressed his teddy bears in new underwear – including a T-rex, bear, kangaroo, koala, crocodile and pig! Why?
Recently he received ‘Aliens Love Panta Claus‘ , ‘Monsters Love Underpants‘ and ‘Dinosaurs Love Underpants‘ – so we figured his jaw would hit the floor if he woke to find his teddies wearing underpants!
And he did. It was a very funny morning for us on Xmas. I suspect my little men will be telling people about it for months.
I bet your kids also had a great Xmas day!
PS. We receive a small commission from any purchase you make when you follow the links to fishpond.com.au. All money will go into each of the boy’s piggy-banks. Cheers!
Not all conversations with #MisterFourGoingOnFourteen are intelligent, smart, funny or entertaining. So it is with disdain that I share these two stories. Yet I hope another Daddy can learn from it. Or at least empathize.
Daddy: “My new crutch. Please may I have it back?” It’s for my current yet ongoing knee problems.
Jai: “Nope”. He walks around with it, wielding it like a sabre.
Daddy: “Please don’t point that at people, particularly mummy and daddy!”
Jai ignores me. I hobble around the house, trying to catch up with him. I can walk, but not for long. My right knee hurts like hell.
Daddy: “Please do NOT hit the windows. Don’t hit your brother. Don’t hit the back of my legs. PLEASE do NOT do that again!”
Jai looks at me, then looks away – and taps his brother on the shoulder. No pain, but scares Aidan. He toddles off to find mummy. Smart kid, he leaves the scene of the crime.
Daddy: “Ok, that’s IT! Time-Out for You!” I reach frantically for boy, but fumble on his shirt.
Jai dumps crutch and runs. I pick it up, and resume walking better. Jai gets away with it this time, but not for long…
Jai (moments after I regain control with arm-crutch): “I want Shaun the Sheep!”
Daddy: “You have to clean the messy lounge room first.”
Jai: “It’s a mess?”
Daddy: “Yes. Your toys do NOT belong on the floor. You know where they belong.”
Jai: “I don’t see it.” Sigh. Plays skip-rope with mummy’s tape-measure.
Daddy: Sigh. “Take another look. Tell me what you see.”
Jai: “Trucks! Animals! Balloons! Books!”
Daddy: “Good. I will clean up Aidan’s, you do yours, we will meet in the middle.”
Jai: “The where?”
Daddy: “Start cleaning up. I’ll tell you when we get there.”
Jai: Intrigued now. “OK.”
Oh my days, he actually cleaned up.
Daddy: “High five dude!”
Jai raises hands and wipes Pluto into the next galaxy. Oh my hand.
It’s fun, but only after he starts listening – and realises there is a reward for his effort.
A quick little poem by Daddy after reading a few (dozen!) books to Jai before his bed:
Kids are great,
Kids are fine,
Kids are best when they don’t cross the line.
Kids are something,
Kids are not old,
Kids are best when they go to bed when told.
Kids are awesome,
Kids are neat,
Kids are best when they stay asleep.
Kids are great,
Kids are fun,
Kids are best when they say “I love you Dad and Mum!”
Don’t get all Freudian on me, it’s a cute little poem that is all about the last verse.
From the mouths of 3yo’s, words are succinct and based on good memories.
“You be the Daddy,
I be the little boy,
you go to work,
you come home,
you hug little boys,
I read with you.”