It is raining today, the first time the skies opened on us since Christmastime. It’s a purgative kind of rain – washing dust from the streets and buildings, providing a measure of much needed relief for the parched soil. After nearly four years in soggy Britain, I firmly believed that I would be happy never [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Boy Z’
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 [...]
And so I face the final curtain
I’ve been trying to get a photo of Boy Z’s (we call him Fang now) broken tooth for ages, but it’s hard enough to get the front of him in the viewfinder these days, nevermind his teeth. But I strapped him down yesterday and got the photo that he’ll be talking about in therapy in [...]
‘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 [...]
In the afternoon so fine
It’s not getting any cooler Down Under as the sun goes down on our fourth 40C plus day in a row. We’re apparently in the midst of an historic heat wave. It’s been so hot that the trains aren’t running because the tracks bowed in the heat. Let me rephrase – it is so hot [...]
You can do anything, but lay off of my red plastic shoes
Parents of toddlers, how much does nap time rock? Can I hear a “Hell, yes!”?
But I’m not here to talk about the joys of a couple of hours of peace and quiet in an otherwise chaotic day. I’m here for an “I told you so” moment. Some of you may remember mocking my admittedly questionable [...]
Last Night I Had A Little Altercation
I’ve got a fair few pet peeves. In fact, the number of things that irritate the hell out of me seems to be increasing with my age. I guess I’m on that inevitable march to grumpy-old-manhood. One of the biggies for me is intentional misspelling. You know what I mean – ‘boyz’ for ‘boys’, ‘tonite’ [...]
That’s Dr. Cricket to you…
I know what’s going on
I know how you going on
I got the Ra Ra
go ahead and throw the ball
Cause Bingo, now I’m hittin’ a six…
Mike Hussey’s got nothing on my special lady friend. ‘Twas a stellar weekend filled with sunshine, beach cricket, barbecues and friends. It’s weekends like this that remind me why we [...]
Every single one of them named Jennifer
I love public transport. Not for the predictable lefty environmental reasons, though those are valid as well. The trip to and from work each day affords me an opportunity to warm up for and cool down from the day without the stress generated by fighting rush hour traffic in a car. Even better, however, is [...]
Spread your arms and hold your breath and always trust your cape
Eight years old with flour sack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin’ what the heck
He screwed his courage up so tight
The whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart
He headed for the ground…
Until Jamie wrote his guest post a few weeks back, it never fully occurred to [...]
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