I recently attended the West Australian G.I. Joe Collector’s Fair the other day, and it was a hoot. If you remove the fact that it was in Tom Seeb’s shed on a sweltering hot day, and there were only 4 of us not counting small people, then it was history-making. Seriously though, quite a lot of fun. Me and Jadeybug trekked up to the Northlands and brought some chicken for the barbie and beer and juice for the boys, as well as some much-needed parts and pieces for good ol’ Seebs. I didn’t take pics, but Seeb’s shed is truly a Joe Shed. Top to bottom, wall to wall, Joes. O-ring Joes. With the mighty Flagg right in the middle. He’d moved not long ago, so we’d had quite a time setting up some of his stuff. Awesome. At one point, I’d talked about how I’ve got nearly every Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes up on the shelves behind my desk. Jadin remarked that he’d really, really like to see that. So I got inspired and took a bunch of… Read moreStorm Shadow
Today is Wednesday. That’s really only notable in that we all thought it was Thursday, because Thursday is Bin Day and our bins are proudly out front of our house, patiently waiting to be emptied. Georgia dutifully emptied all the bins into them last night, the nappy bucket and a few assorted plastic food containers that were partially forgotten in the back of the fridge. None of us thought to check the day. It always amuses me that the recycling bin only gets picked up every other week, and the regular rubbish gets it every week. This is amusing only if you look at our bins on pickup day, as the recycling is overflowing and the rubbish bin is half full. A 2-to-1 ratio isn’t bad. Go Hippies! Boo and I are back at the little playground and it’s another beautiful sunny day. This time, the sun only has to fight with a few clouds, but the warmth is a mixture of sun-baking dry and did rain/gonna rain humidity. The ‘bowl’ of the park is filled again and I fight… Read moreTeething
While the older two have to go to their court-appointed visitation (that they hate) every fortnight (because they had better lawyers) at his parents (because he can’t look after them on his own) we occasionally partake in as much of a non-kiddifying as we can, and Jade gets to go to Nanny & Poppy’s by herself. They love it because she’s possessing of a magical energy that seems to infuse everybody’s life that she touches, and she loves it because, “They let me do what I want Daddy, whatever I want to do!” Thankfully, they were lucky enough to get in on some more Jade Art, and we were lucky enough to get some of it home with her. Enjoy. This is a little monster girl who spreads love. Even though she’s a monster, she’s still pretty, and she fills the air with love. Yes, yes she does. When I think, “Little Monster Girl” I certainly think about the air filling with love, instead of terrified shrieks and the sound of feet running away. Jade with a little baby rabbit. … Read moreBaby Rabbits and Love Drawings
A long overdue photo/video roundup from the last few months or so. My Boo’s 1st birthday party. Well, party insofar as we all sat around eating food, drinking things and eating cake before the Booster unwrapped his Granbo Gift. “Holy Toys of Awesome Batman! This time the toy is actually BETTER than the box! For now…” “Toldjoo. AWESOME. Sanks Granbo!” Putting him back in his chair, after some mild eatingtons, even for a birthday cake, wasn’t particularly appreciated. This… is your 1-year old turning one. A smile would frickin’ kill him, I’m sure. ONE smile son? Ah well. Jadey is apparently trying to make up for the lack of smile by putting 3 into hers. George throws in her usual modelesque 1000-watt smile and my biggest boy is his usual, calm-cool-collected and handsome self. WHOA, there we go! Happy First Bithday my beautiful Baby Boy Boo. My girls helping me with dinner. For as much work as she is trying to get her to bathe properly, not disrobe and throw clothes everywhere, and sweep up properly when spilling Cheerios everywhere,… Read moreA Photo/Video Update
Just a typical morning here in the ‘burbs. Older two trundle off to school, littlers with me. One on my shoulders, chattering happily about how the car in the driveway we just passed has “magic glass” and how it’s made from magic and glitter and sandman’s sand and it takes bad dreams away. She made it, she tells me, using “glass magic” that she could tell me about but it’s a secret. Littlest blows raspberries and amuses himself by dripping the juice from his sippy cup onto his vegemite toast. When I pick him up later, I will get to deal with a soggy, sloppy mess and a hungry child. He’s happy enough. Oldest was feeling the usual trepidation, stomach troubles, nervousness and anxiety that has plagued most of his short life. It’s Thursday, so it’s his guitar lessons that he fears. He’s the only scholarship student left in the program and feels isolated. He has also forgotten to practice every week for the past 13 weeks. Except last night. I remind him of this, his head lifts, and I… Read moreA Moment
Jade’s going through a phase lately where she makes cards. At some point somebody, probably me, taught her how to fold a bit of paper in half and then make a “little book” out of it. We encouraged her to make one or two here and there for Christmas and cousins birthdays, and now she does them all the time. Every day. Several times a day. Seriously. Like someone turning on a light, her reading suddenly became ‘actual’ reading instead of ‘I figured out what they were doing in the picture and guessed really well’ reading. About that same time her cards started taking on a real creative quality to them. Her drawings got such incredible detail that now the fairies have love-heart-shaped hair clips and are clearly winking with one eye (and possible have false lashes on, but I didn’t press the point). As with most things Jade, it evolved, and did so in way that was completely unexpected, and magical and wonderful and aboslutely f*cking hilarious. There is a stack of cards near me, too many to put… Read moreBirthday Cards
It’s still fairly dark when the first alarm goes off. Despite it being the classical music station, 7:04 AM is when the news is on, so my hopes for gently easing into the day are dashed with a rumbly baritone voice detailing deaths in Syria. Good morning. 2 snooze buttons later and I’m struggling into my jeans in the dark, closing the door with an armload of laptop, phone and shoes so as not to wake wife with going in and out. Mechanically stumble through the house slapping the kettle on and opening the shades to the first brilliant rays of the day’s sunlight, sometimes doing a double-take and wondering which bright light got left on all night before figuring out that, on this fine morning, Mother Nature has the lighting needs covered. Wake the oldest boy first, as he can be the slowest to rise and it’s best to give him sole attention instead of being peppered with tales of dreams of ponies and fairies were I to wake the girls first. Doesn’t matter anyway, as inevitably when I… Read moreMy Morning
Who are you to judge me anyway? I want you to do something for me, right now. Ask yourself that question above. Be honest when you ask and even honester when you answer. Do you really think you’re in a position to judge me? Do you really believe that you should be free to treat me differently because of things you think you know about me? What is it that you think you know about me? Do you reckon there may actually be more to the story? Can you believe that there are things about me that you may not know, that may colour what it is you think about me? Are you able to conceive that these things may be none of your business? Can you wrap your head around the idea that these things might actually be the basis for what you think about me, yet you may never really know the details of them? Knowing all of this, are you still satisfied with those thoughts you have of me? Are you secure in the knowledge that your… Read moreWho Are You
So the question, as always it might seem, is “What To Do?” It’s capitalised because it’s a bit of a theme in this life of mine. What should I do? The overall structure of society heavily suggests that I need to be one of the hive, dutifully buzzing my way around and protecting the queen. Getting up in the morning and going away all day, to spend time with people I don’t love (or even like sometimes), to use my time and energy making money for someone else, just so that I can have “security” doesn’t appeal to me. For the record, we have absolutely NO security. We’re so broke I actually had to borrow some of the letters to make this very sentence compl Whoops. Ran out. Again. Honey. It makes the world go round, or at the very least it makes all the Worker Bees get up in the morning and buzz off to the hive, spending their commute listening to ads for products they should spend their hard-buzzed honey on. All the while, the days pass and… Read moreBuzz buzz.
I’m posting this picture of him to set the tone. You see, this is more than just my baby. He’s… I don’t know how else to say it, but he’s magical. He’s wonderful and one of the best things that could ever happen to anybody. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s interactive and sweet. He barely, if ever, cries. No shit. I’ve heard him cry about once that I can remember. It’s not that things don’t bother him, they do, but he yells at them or about them and then me or mummy sort them out. Why cry? There’s simply no need. He’s 6 months old now. Well, nearly, and he’s got two little teeth in the front. He’s eating solid foods every day now and its better at it every meal. But you see, his grandparents know nothing of this. There could be lots of reasons for that. I’ll get there, don’t worry. His grandparents live 12 blocks away. In the same suburb. They’re not invalids. They’re not immobile. They’re not being kept away from him. They’ve got their own… Read moreMy baby’s grandparents.