Nor much of a writer either. I’ve spent a couple of days trying, and failing, to figure out the best way to write about what was a wonderful weekend. I’ve given up. And decided to let my handy little point and shoot, which spent the weekend in my pocket, tell you instead.
Friday:
Boy Z came to ‘work’ with [...]
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I’m no philosopher. I am no poet.
Game Day: Swallowing the ocean edition
Formerly Fun’s Chris suggested posting a side-by-side shot of Boy Z and Not Max. Everyone who has seen Not Max remarks on how much he looks like his brother, so I thought it would be an interesting experiment. I went one step further and put them in the same outfit. Both photos were taken at [...]
Believe me, all our days here are unsure.
Why didn’t those of you with multiple spawn warn me that having two kids was four times as much work as having one kid?* I might have taken action – a vow of abstinence after Boy Z was born or something.
My Spring Break thus far has been a battle. A battle with Not Max over [...]
Please call Stella. Ask her to bring these things with her from the store…
I’ve been in Australia long enough now that the local accent is starting to sound normal. Of course, that’s made easier by the fact that I’ve been living with an Australian for eight years, but still a sign that I’m beginning to feel at home in my new home.
I’ve been thinking a lot about accents [...]
You always told me Father’s Day was just another way of selling Hallmark greeting cards
Yesterday was Father’s Day in Australia. I’d love to report that it was a paragon of parenthood, a day spent in a gauzy sepia tone image of fatherhood.
But it wasn’t. It was blustery and wet, rendering us home bound for most of the day. It was filled with crying children and and irritable adults and [...]
And so in five-hundred years there’s gonna be some history here
There’s something about becoming a father, even the second time around, that cleaves reality away temporarily. And that’s where I am today. It’s the middle of what should be a busy work week and it just doesn’t matter. I’m missing lectures and practicals and tutorials and it’s all OK. Because all that matters right now [...]
Dash your curry like you ain’t in a hurry
We’re going to try and force the issue with A Free Fetus tonight. Boy Z made his intentions to appear known about 24 hours after a spicy lunch at Red Star Noodle Bar in Oxford. We’re booked in for a fiery curry at Charminar in Brighton tonight. If that fails, there are other options…
What? I’m [...]
I have acres of land. I have men at command.
Boy Z is sleeping for England this afternoon, so much so that I’ve found myself at a loss. I’ve even cleaned the toilets, something that it rarely crosses my mind to do. I’m grateful for this one day a week I take off with my son – it’s a day to take stock, to take [...]
I’m the root of all that’s evil, yeah, but you can call me cookie
Dr. O’C and I are trying to clean up our language. We’re not sailors or anything, but both are fond of the odd invective to hammer home a point during a heated ‘debate’. But Boy Z has reached the stage at which he repeats, to the best of his ability, everything that comes out of [...]
Song for my father
It is not Father’s Day in Australia. So don’t bother telling me what a good Dad I am or scrambling frantically to come up with an excuse as to why you haven’t sent me a gift. But it is Father’s Day in 52 countries, including the United States, so Happy Dad’s day to all you [...]
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