This isn't about one of my children. And it isn't about me. But it is about one of my friends and another friend's son.
L was minding J while J's mum C was swanning about somewhere else. J was about 3 and a half and had recently had a very nasty tummy bug and wasn't yet up to keeping himself nice after going to the toilet.
So, L's in the kitchen and hears a little voice calling from the loo.
J: I'm finished, L.
L: Really? Are you sure?
J: Yes, L. I'm really finished.
L: Is it messy?
J: NO! It's me! J!!
Friday, 30 March 2007
Fleetwood Wick
For some reason, when Grizzlewick was a baby (around the six-month mark), we took to calling him “Mr Moo”. I don’t know why we did this – there were no cow books, it wasn’t one of those family nicknames that gets passed down the generations, it was just something we called him and it stuck.
Around the same time, I seemed to be hearing an awful lot of ‘Tusk’ by Fleetwood Mac. I’m not sure why this is either, I don’t own a copy*. I think it was a combination of the café we were regularly frequenting and visits to my parents’ house. Of course, the net result of this was a rendering of the brass band sections of this song to encompass the following lyrics:
Mister Moo
Mister Moo
Mister Mister Mister Moo
Mister Moo
Mister Moo Moo MOO MOO!
Now that’s a lovely little song if your child giggles insanely every time you sing it. But like the lyrics of James Reyne tracks, it’s not the best thing to be muttering under your breath while walking down the street. I’m not sure if it’s better or worse than:
‘Somebody told me’
Somebody told me that you were a grizzle
A mister the grizzle
That wanted to grizzle grizzle and grizzle
It’s not confidential
That he’s got potential
For rushing and rushing around
I’m going to be one of those embarrassing mothers.
* some would argue that this makes me “above it all” in a coolsie way. Others would suggest that I need to “respect the classics man” and obtain a copy with all speed.
Around the same time, I seemed to be hearing an awful lot of ‘Tusk’ by Fleetwood Mac. I’m not sure why this is either, I don’t own a copy*. I think it was a combination of the café we were regularly frequenting and visits to my parents’ house. Of course, the net result of this was a rendering of the brass band sections of this song to encompass the following lyrics:
Mister Moo
Mister Moo
Mister Mister Mister Moo
Mister Moo
Mister Moo Moo MOO MOO!
Now that’s a lovely little song if your child giggles insanely every time you sing it. But like the lyrics of James Reyne tracks, it’s not the best thing to be muttering under your breath while walking down the street. I’m not sure if it’s better or worse than:
‘Somebody told me’
Somebody told me that you were a grizzle
A mister the grizzle
That wanted to grizzle grizzle and grizzle
It’s not confidential
That he’s got potential
For rushing and rushing around
I’m going to be one of those embarrassing mothers.
* some would argue that this makes me “above it all” in a coolsie way. Others would suggest that I need to “respect the classics man” and obtain a copy with all speed.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
and she rushes in
hi all. i feel like i'm walking into a get-together that's been going a little while. i'm late, i'm harried and i don't know any of you. well, not really.
you all look at me when i come in the door. i'm feeling embarrassed and shy. and i'm with princess, who's on crutches.
yes, one of the reasons i've not posted yet, and therefore introduced myself, is that princess recently managed to break an important body part which she needs for walking.
a trip to the hospital, and back, with diagnosis of badly-sprained ankle. then a call monday, telling us to go back in, it's a fracture, radiologist was not on duty over the weekend, reviewed the x-rays today, la di da. it's a broken ankle.
after that, a swirl of words, including two that scared me alot. surgery. general anaesthetic.
they put her leg in plaster and dr daniel and dr chris were champions.
fast forward to today. ct scan shows that the plaster they have on now is cool, that will do, no surgery. no openings for melbournegirl to do a shirley maclaine around the nurse's station a la terms of endearment.
so, to my introduction.
hi. i'm melbournegirl and i'm 43. yep, i'm the old one around these here parts. princess is 10, and an old, old soul. she is the most insightful, aware and switched-on person i've ever met.
like i said to i'm not craig, i'm not sure how often i can post, and whether the offerings will be cute, but i'm happy to be part of the community.
you all look at me when i come in the door. i'm feeling embarrassed and shy. and i'm with princess, who's on crutches.
yes, one of the reasons i've not posted yet, and therefore introduced myself, is that princess recently managed to break an important body part which she needs for walking.
a trip to the hospital, and back, with diagnosis of badly-sprained ankle. then a call monday, telling us to go back in, it's a fracture, radiologist was not on duty over the weekend, reviewed the x-rays today, la di da. it's a broken ankle.
after that, a swirl of words, including two that scared me alot. surgery. general anaesthetic.
they put her leg in plaster and dr daniel and dr chris were champions.
fast forward to today. ct scan shows that the plaster they have on now is cool, that will do, no surgery. no openings for melbournegirl to do a shirley maclaine around the nurse's station a la terms of endearment.
so, to my introduction.
hi. i'm melbournegirl and i'm 43. yep, i'm the old one around these here parts. princess is 10, and an old, old soul. she is the most insightful, aware and switched-on person i've ever met.
like i said to i'm not craig, i'm not sure how often i can post, and whether the offerings will be cute, but i'm happy to be part of the community.
My little H8er
Presents that Miss H received for her 8th birthday, in an attempt to explain her personality:
She ain't your typical 8 year old... (and that's the way I like it)
- Imaginext Knights, Wizards and Griffin (oooh! I love griffins!)
- Bright Pink t-shirt with a picture of a fairy and a toadstool. And diamantes.
- Books on scrap-booking and dolphins.
- A harness-lead thingy for her rabbits, so she can take them for walks... [Feral rabbits that were brought to the house as babies by Inigo - and saved by me because I'm a Soft Touch (and species-ist) and which are now comfortably accommodated in a massive hutch next to the house. Miss H sits in the hutch for hours on end. With the lid down. Among the hay and rabbit poo - communing with the bunnies]
- A 'God Girl' cap.
- An 'Ancient Egypt' puzzle cube.
- Duck with Plum Sauce
- Curry Puffs
- Just the lettuce from the Sang Choy Bow
She ain't your typical 8 year old... (and that's the way I like it)
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
Perspectives
It took less than 24 hours from landing at Adelaide airport to my first official child related embarassing moment of this holiday.
I was watching Bundle chatting to hs lovely eleven year old cousin in her room. Spotting a Lift bottle, he announced "It's a bottle. It's for tipping wine, I think".
The previous evening, I had been answering my niece's questions about which church I go to. Now, thanks to Bundle, the same niece thinks I'm a complete alcoholic. It's amazing how clearly a look can say 'bad parent'.
But really, it depends on your point of view. As far as I am concerned, anyone who has a two year old who can not recognise a soft drink bottle is clearly doing something right.
In other news, the same two year old child has just started counting to three whenever I don't respond fast enough to one of his requests. Does anyone have a suggestion on what exactly to say when this happens?
I was watching Bundle chatting to hs lovely eleven year old cousin in her room. Spotting a Lift bottle, he announced "It's a bottle. It's for tipping wine, I think".
The previous evening, I had been answering my niece's questions about which church I go to. Now, thanks to Bundle, the same niece thinks I'm a complete alcoholic. It's amazing how clearly a look can say 'bad parent'.
But really, it depends on your point of view. As far as I am concerned, anyone who has a two year old who can not recognise a soft drink bottle is clearly doing something right.
In other news, the same two year old child has just started counting to three whenever I don't respond fast enough to one of his requests. Does anyone have a suggestion on what exactly to say when this happens?
Monday, 26 March 2007
The Negotiator
Overheard at this weekend's three-year-old birthday party:
Cricket: Maybe you should give that toy (a newly acquired monster truck
that doting grandparents had given Cricket for his birthday) to me.
Grizzlewick: No, I'm still playing with it.
Cricket: But I am too big for this one (pointing out a ride-on ladybird)
and you are not too big for it. Maybe I should have the car.
Grizzlewick: But maybe it is my turn to play with it.
Cricket: Oh. Okay.
I love their use of the word "maybe" - like they are in any way open to negotiation.
In other news, Grizzlewick wrote his name for the first time on Friday (Urngh! accompanied by GRIMACE!!! and then followed very closely by GLOWING PRIDE OF MOTHERHOOD) and rode a horse for the first time yesterday.
I am so proud I can't even swear.
Just Because
Eek! I'm the next in line to introduce myself here at Mommybloggers* Anonymous, so let me just grab my cup of tea and Scotch Finger biscuit and I'll be right with you...
Hi, I'm Actonb and I'm a Mommyblogger. Well, at least I am now! I'm 33, wife to the much-put-upon MrB, and mother to the 4 Misses B. I try to keep my Cute Kid stories to a minimum, but sometimes I just can't help myself... and I have also been known to show photos at Punters' Drinks (Grogblogging for ex-Radar addicts), but that's only because they asked...
Anyway,
Miss M is 9, going on 17. She's everything that I'm not - sunny, friendly, affectionate - but that is a Good Thing as she is also becoming adept at the eye-rolling, hands-on-hips, 'whatever' Attitude. She also has Dramatic Tendencies that MrB and I have been encouraging, and then immediately regretting. She can do the 'talk to the hand' whatever-flick with a hip jiggle and an eye-roll like she's come straight from the streets of Compton.
Miss H is 7 (8 tomorrow!) and is the most intensely vague child you have ever met. She looks like a mini-Galadriel, complete with sticky-out Elf ears emerging from her long white-blond hair. She rocks. I do not understand her in any way, but she rocks...
Misses I and O are 2½. They are our 'blessings'. I cried for a month when I found out I was having twins... but they turned out to be quite easy and adorable babies. However twin toddlers in their Terrible Twos is something quite different...
Yep, the B household is officially Bedlam.
*EqualResponsibilityParentingBlogging doesn't really have the same ring to it really...
Hi, I'm Actonb and I'm a Mommyblogger. Well, at least I am now! I'm 33, wife to the much-put-upon MrB, and mother to the 4 Misses B. I try to keep my Cute Kid stories to a minimum, but sometimes I just can't help myself... and I have also been known to show photos at Punters' Drinks (Grogblogging for ex-Radar addicts), but that's only because they asked...
Anyway,
Miss M is 9, going on 17. She's everything that I'm not - sunny, friendly, affectionate - but that is a Good Thing as she is also becoming adept at the eye-rolling, hands-on-hips, 'whatever' Attitude. She also has Dramatic Tendencies that MrB and I have been encouraging, and then immediately regretting. She can do the 'talk to the hand' whatever-flick with a hip jiggle and an eye-roll like she's come straight from the streets of Compton.
Miss H is 7 (8 tomorrow!) and is the most intensely vague child you have ever met. She looks like a mini-Galadriel, complete with sticky-out Elf ears emerging from her long white-blond hair. She rocks. I do not understand her in any way, but she rocks...
Misses I and O are 2½. They are our 'blessings'. I cried for a month when I found out I was having twins... but they turned out to be quite easy and adorable babies. However twin toddlers in their Terrible Twos is something quite different...
Yep, the B household is officially Bedlam.
*EqualResponsibilityParentingBlogging doesn't really have the same ring to it really...
Saturday, 24 March 2007
Are all boys created equal?
I'd been to the supermarket with my 5 year old girlchild Butterball and 4 year old boychild Bopper. We had paused in the toy aisle and purchased a Barbie for BB and a Ken for B. (I know! I should have been socially enlightened and refused to buy them such plastic examples of sexist stereotyping, but I'm easy.)
When we returned home, BB and B grabbed their new dolls and went racing into their shared bedroom to rip them out of their boxes. As I walked pass their room laden with shopping bags I heard the following exchange:
B: Oh! Ken's got no willy!
BB: No! That's strange. 'Cos, B, most boys have willies.
Hehehehe. Most.
When we returned home, BB and B grabbed their new dolls and went racing into their shared bedroom to rip them out of their boxes. As I walked pass their room laden with shopping bags I heard the following exchange:
B: Oh! Ken's got no willy!
BB: No! That's strange. 'Cos, B, most boys have willies.
Hehehehe. Most.
Friday, 23 March 2007
Hello, my name is Gigglewick, and I am a parenting basket-case
Okay. Thanks INCraig for starting us off, as I think we were all waiting for that to happen. Did I say "we all"? I meant me.
I am Gigglewick, 30 years old, living with the charming Mr Fix while we try our best to live up to the task of being parents to Grizzlewick, who is currently approaching his fourth birthday (end of April). With a birthday coming up we are expecting an explosion of amusement in the form of childish glee/disappointment/delight/frustration.
I am aware that in having only the one child I am a bit of a parenting ninnyhammer*.
But Grizzlewick apparently has the capability of meeting the humourous story capability of a whole schoolyard of kids, so I guess it's okay.
It's also fair to say perhaps I spend too much time on the internet - Grizzlewick has now taken to building offices for his cars so that they can "do their email".
* sigh *
* How awesome is this word? That's what happens when you let the internet choose your synonyms.
Thursday, 22 March 2007
And so it begins
Hey hi and welcome to our new little blog right here.
I should probably define what this blog is all about, but in all honesty it's really not something I've actually thought about much yet. It just seemed like a good idea to set up a space for us to swap stories about the cuteness of children. Happily, Actonb, Gigglewick, Meva and Melbourne Girl have agreed to join in with whatever we are doing here, which pleases me endlessly.
I was going to introduce each of the team members and their children but then I realised that it would be like those appalling first week of new tute group moments when you speak to the person next to you for two minutes and then you have to introduce them to the rest of the group, except that I have never met any of my fellow team members even for two minutes so I'm just going to let people introduce themselves.
As for me, I'm a thirty-something guy and endlessly proud father. My gorgeous wife (known to the blogging world as Honey Bear) and I have two beautiful boys. Bundle is around two and a half and our little Cherub is 10 months old. And you will be hearing much more about how cute they are soon.
Stick around. This will be fun.
I should probably define what this blog is all about, but in all honesty it's really not something I've actually thought about much yet. It just seemed like a good idea to set up a space for us to swap stories about the cuteness of children. Happily, Actonb, Gigglewick, Meva and Melbourne Girl have agreed to join in with whatever we are doing here, which pleases me endlessly.
I was going to introduce each of the team members and their children but then I realised that it would be like those appalling first week of new tute group moments when you speak to the person next to you for two minutes and then you have to introduce them to the rest of the group, except that I have never met any of my fellow team members even for two minutes so I'm just going to let people introduce themselves.
As for me, I'm a thirty-something guy and endlessly proud father. My gorgeous wife (known to the blogging world as Honey Bear) and I have two beautiful boys. Bundle is around two and a half and our little Cherub is 10 months old. And you will be hearing much more about how cute they are soon.
Stick around. This will be fun.
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