Buster Boy got busy on the white board in our kitchen earlier this evening. I was really happy when he told me that he’d done a portrait of me.
“Just wait Dad, I need to do something else”
I wondered what the second shape he was drawing would be. Rocket ship? Surfboard? Skyscraper? As Buster Boy lifted the dry erase marker from his canvas I asked “What is it mate?”
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It’s nearing a week since Buster Boy and I returned from Sydney and I think it’s only just sinking in what a magnificent time it was. I think what really confirmed it for me was yesterday morning when Buster Boy came out to the hut and declared “I’d like to go back to Sydney soon.” no higher praise can you get from a five year old than a request to do it all again.
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Well here we are Sunday afternoon, Mrsdave only a few hours away from arriving home and as yet no hospitalisations to report. Today has been a little busier than the last two as realisation set in that it may take a little more than having two breathing children to prove my parenting prowess to my loving wife. Continue reading “The home stretch”
Friday morning and everything continues to run smoothly despite the absence of Mrsdave from the compound. Apart from the Troll Princess’s little indiscretion last night, dinner, baths and bed time went quite well. I also learnt a few new things about parenting.
Firstly, kids will eat a Mexican pizza with extra jalapeños if there’s nothing else on offer, anyone who tells you different is a parent who doesn’t understand discipline or a liar. It only takes nine or ten minutes for them to start getting used to the burn and stop crying and then they’re good to go.
Secondly, should some jalapeño seeds inadvertently end up near the kids eyes they will be quite keen to get into the bath, avoiding the confrontations that sometimes occur over this activity.
Thirdly, corn flakes prepared the night before and left in the fridge for your four year old to retrieve are still palatable and are a great way to get an extra hour of sleep in. The pre prepared toast wasn’t such a hit so Buster Boy and I will be having lessons on how to use the toaster today.
The only thing troubling me at the moment is that we seem to be running out of clean plates and there’s stuff spread everywhere throughout the house. I’ll check the yellow pages later today to see if I can find someone to sort that out.
It’s been a little over three hours since Mrsdave left for her extended weekend away in Bleak City and thus far things are going great. Buster Boy has reacted very positively to having free run of our DVD collection, at first I thought that 28 Days Later might contain some themes that went over the head of a four year old, but it is amazing how much he was able to comprehend. He spent almost an hour after the movie happily playing by himself, barricading the doors.
The Troll Princess wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, which is understandable for a two and a half year old, so I gave her some water soluble paints and left her in her bedroom so that she wouldn’t inadvertently mess up any of my stuff. She’s still calling out every few minutes so she must be OK.
I really don’t know why I was so concerned about doing this without Mrsdave’s help, it’s a breeze.
Mrsdave has just driven away from the Dave from Albury Compound leaving me, Buster Boy and the Troll Princess to our own devices until she returns on Sunday evening. This is the first extended period of time that I’ve been entrusted with the care of the tribe and it’s a little daunting. For starters, where the hell do I find a conch?
Update: 5.40pm The Troll Princess left a floater in the bath, what’s the go with that? That wasn’t in any of the parenting manuals!