I had to kill a spider last night in our lounge room. This is not a big deal and is part and parcel of being an Aussie - we have a lot of spiders in this country and therefore we have to kill a lot of spiders. What was disturbing though was the reaction of our 6 month old baby Usurper.
She laughed and giggled with each swat of the magazine as the hapless 8 legged beastie was snuffed out of existence. It was a full blown and hearty laugh from one so young. I have decided that this is obviously an early warning sign that we have a full blown sociopath on our hands.
It is not only due to this one incident, but it seems that the only time she really laughs is when something is being belted with something else. Generally it is a harmless banging together of two inanimate objects by the toddler Little Miss that sets her off, but she seemed to be particularly enjoying it when the beating ended in the death of a creature.
I think I will start to sleep with one eye open in case she learns to walk, jumps out of her cot and beats me to death in my sleep - probably ably assisted by Wife. I am a very nervous man.
In other news we went to see Hi-5 today in concert. I must say I was a little disappointed with the sound quality of the show. The dancing was good, and the show was about what I expected, but there was a horrible sound reverb from one side of the venue to the other that meant the music bounced around a bit causing it to be washed out and slightly off putting.
Not that it seemed to bother Little Miss who declared it the best day ever (she does that a lot of late), even though she missed most of the second half of the show while she tried to eat popcorn by the fistful!
The only other thing that has been happening is the continuing saga of toilet training. To be honest it is going far better than I could have hoped with Little Miss not having had any accidents since day 3. The only issue we face now is that when she says she has to go, it means she has to go right now!
This lead to having to quickly pull off the road a couple of times today to have to grab the potty out of the boot and quickly go on the side of the freeway. I guess it is all part of the parenting experience.
I just hope that my kids are as understanding of me when the roles are reversed when I am an old man and I need a potty break myself on long trips…
Don’t forget the giggles of glee between 11 pm and 4 am….
We are in serious trouble.
Hahaha…..get her a drum and maybe she will be a musician yet!
Ad for the potty training….at least she has learnt to say she wants to go. She has learnt that lesson….now she has to learn that sometimes going cannot be straight after announcing it! Happy Teaching…
When I am a old woman living with my grown kids I will make sure that I wake them at odd hours of the night and throw my food on the floor, just for good measure.
They wouldn’t dare kick me out, would they?
I like the thought of getting revenge on the kids in old age. But then I figure why wait until then? I intend to be a great source of embarrassment for them - especially in those delicate teenage years.
I think I will spend a lot of time sitting around in shorts and a singlet whenever their friends come over to visit and insist on telling them stories from my youth and giving them my opinions (very loudly) on what is ‘wrong with the kids of today’