Boy Z has been swimming since he was about four months old. By swimming I don’t mean the 200m butterfly, of course, but various water baby classes both in Oxford and here in Adelaide. They allow the kids to get comfortable in the water and teach basic safety, something that we felt was important for [...]
Archive for the ‘fatherhood’ Category
Got on this morn’ and I’ll be there by morning light
Reason #7,184 I love being a father:
A caboose in my lunch bag.
A tiny red wooden reminder of a little boy who just lights up my days. It was probably just the random dispersal of toys that makes our house a fairly constant mine field for those brave enough to venture barefoot but I’m choosing to [...]
An open letter to a stay-at-home-Mum
This one may not go down well, considering the demographics of my readership.
As a general rule, I try to avoid getting sucked into comment stream dramas – mostly because I have better things to do with life. In most cases, I don’t even go back to a post after I’ve left a comment, just in [...]
They holler out, “Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar”
There are lots of things about being a father that hurt my heart. Not the least is watching Boy Z try to navigate the Scylla and Charybdis that are human social interactions. I know he’s only 19 months old and at this age, he isn’t really going to establish meaningful relationships with his peers.
In fact, [...]
Beachcomber
Day 3 of ‘Voluntary’ Underemployment
-Number of cigarettes smoked: Incredibly, still zero.
-Number of Panadol taken in the vain effort to stop the pounding in my head: 17
-Hours spent wondering just what the hell I am doing: Oh, thousands.
And I was at work for half the day. I made the mistake, however, of taking Boy Z down [...]
If you’re small and on a search I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on
Day 1 of voluntary underemployment.
Number of cigarettes smoked: Remarkably, zero.
Number of times threatening son with bodily harm: Seventy hundred
General mental state: Huh?
I know I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again – you ladies (and gentlemen, pardon me) who spend more time at home with kids than at work have got [...]
I could pass like Magic, I could shoot like the Bird
I had planned to continue with the politically charged posts today, based in part as a response to Damon’s comment from yesterday. But I’ve still no internet at home and upon my arrival at work discovered a steaming pile of crap that needed to be dealt with yesterday. So, it’s a Moon Pie day – [...]
It’s power man, power man, driving me insane
A few years ago I became well acquainted with the concept of powerlessness. I’m fully aware and have come to terms with the fact that I have no control over other people, places or things. It’s liberating in some ways, I’m responsible for my own behavior and that’s about it. As long as I don’t [...]
‘Uh’ is the sound the mother makes when the baby breaks…
Father Muskrat, considering that he is a Snuggli wearing Southern lawyer, made a remarkably prescient comment yesterday:
ha! there’s no way you’re going to make it 10 days.
You may be correct, my rodentious friend. I was under the impression that I was doing slightly more than fifty percent of the parenting around these parts. It has [...]
I’ve always kept a unicorn and I sometimes sing in tune
OK, first off we are not on fire. Thanks for all the e-mails and comments, but the fires that you’ve seen in the news are in Victoria and we’re in South Australia. For American readers, that’s about the distance between Florida and Texas. Frequent commenter and occasional guest poster Jamie asked why so many people [...]
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