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Little Miss has become quite the disciplinarian. I am constantly being threatened with all kinds of extreme punishments for what I would consider to be minor infractions. Luckily for me I am used to walking around on egg shells in fear of my very being for making a misstep.
Others in the extended family circle however […]
A little while back Daddee Yah! tagged me with the following post: “So How Would You Change Your Lifestyle, People?” | Daddee Yah! and I thought now was as good a time as any to respond to the post - so here goes.
1. Get a lifestyle - I think that would be the […]
With apologies to one independent, feisty little Hispanic chick I think we have all earned the right to dance around singing “We did it!, We did it, We did it!!! - Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!”
That’s right, the baby - Usurper - has made it to her first birthday, and to top it off she is fast changing […]
Usurper is suffering from second child syndrome and is missing out on all those things that were such a big deal for Little Miss.
The latest is that she turns 1 on Wednesday (well done to her for surviving), but unlike for Little Miss there is to be no elaborate gathering.
This is not entirely our […]
Finally I am seeing signs that Little Miss actually is my child. After years of secretly questioning Wife’s fidelity I am now convinced she is mine. Sure she still has Wife’s looks (thank god), brains (even better), not to mention her temperament, but finally she is showing some signs from her less dominate genealogy.
I came […]
Finally I am seeing signs that Little Miss actually is my child. After years of secretly questioning Wife’s fidelity I am now convinced she is mine. Sure she still has Wife’s looks (thank god), brains (even better), not to mention her temperament, but finally she is showing some signs from her less dominate genealogy.
I came in last night to find her an inch from he TV screen her grotty little paws all over it’s beautiful LCD screen. I resisted the urge to drop kick her across the lounge room and remembered that being a parent involves both good and bad.
So calmly I wandered over to her and asked in my most restrained voice “What the hell do you think you are doing!!!????!!!”
She looked at me, a longing almost melancholy glint in her eye and lilt in her voice, “I loovveeee the Night Garden Daddy, I want to go there and meet Iggle Piggle and Makka Pakka and play with them.”
Apparently she had convinced herself that she could climb into the television and be transported to the magical world contained within.
If only it were true, ahhh the places I would go …………..
