Mrsdave joins the blogoshere

I know that many of you have been slavishly waiting for more of Mrsdave’s insights to be dripped across the pages of this blog. Sadly for me she knows that her star power far outshines mine and has decided to bypass me on the way to her own blog. Check out mrsdave.tumbler.com for snippets of stuff from the Dave from Albury compound that have grabbed Mrsdave’s attention.

Dr Panadol (or How I stopped worrying and learnt to love the drops)

The Troll Princess has spent the last few days suffering the effects of a particularly nasty virus. Her predicament, along with some tweets from Deckchair Guru about his little one bought to mind the first time Buster Boy suffered from ill health, and how it affected us as new parents.

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Still no casualties

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.

Flying Solo

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!