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.”
The first time I saw STAR WARS was at the Murray Bridge Drive-In, somewhere between 1982-1986.
Interestingly it is one of lots of moment in my life that remains a strong visual memory:
My stepbrothers and I lay in the back of a Toyota Lite-Ace Van, watching tie-fighters chase X-wing-fighters across the starry black sky. Sci-Fi stories had jumped off the page into our minds.
Now it makes me smile that the EIGHTH episode of the epic is under production for release in 2018.
Jai will be seven-years-young by then, ready to keep the fan-base alive.
Let’s hope his mummy is OK by then for him to see it.
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.
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.
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”?