After an absolute weekend from hell last week, we approached this weekend with some trepidation. Turns out we needn't have bothered as the kids were the vastly improved models as promised by baby books everywhere.
Ava comfortably at ease.
Oh no! Earthquake!
(Funny enough she really does look like she's falling. Weird child..)
(Funny enough she really does look like she's falling. Weird child..)
Ava in one of her random moments of kindness, spontaneously hugging Jonty who, to be honest, has more important things on his mind. She really is such a mothering little thing and we're lucky to have her to help out around the place.
Jonty at the summit of the slide.
Unfortunately from the summit it's all downhill and Jonty has certainly had a bit of a fall from grace over the last couple of weeks. It's my fault really as I recently posted about what a wonderful, delightful child he was - which is a sure fire way to ensure a Linda Blair style personality change.Seemingly overnight Jonty has become an intolerable bully complete with teasing, snatching and surreptitious kicking and punching. He has also discovered that parental commands can be answered by a simple 'no' and running away. Oh joy.
We're at a bit of a loss about how to tackle this from him and are hoping that it's a short lived phase, soon to be replaced by our old Jonty. One positive of his behaviour is that I got to spend a couple of hours alone with him on Sunday in an attempt to do some male bonding. We had a great time together - as did the other two kids without him for a bit.
Come back Jonty, we miss you.
Lonan remains Cheeky Monkey. His love of Big Dadda's Bike is now equalled by his love of all things 'Big Rocket Ship', although where this has come from we're at a loss to know.
Lonan's happiest moments are sitting at the compter watching You Tube videos of bike racing. Oh bugger it, since I'm here admitting to mediocre parenting I might as well tell the whole truth - Lonan's happiest moments are sitting at the computer watching You Tube videos of bikes crashing. Closely followed by watching monster trucks crashing.
How's that for parenting, eh.
It is slightly disconcerting to be waved off on my bike in the morning by Lonan yelling excitedly 'Big Dadda Bike crash! Crash Big Dadda Bike!'
I very much fear he is going to grow up into the stereotypical Aussie rev-head. Complete with bad mullet.
Lonan, Gitta...and some old and very tired git.
2 comments:
Well firstly I think you look very handsome and not very old at all.
Secondly nice to see my little man Lonan has still got complete loyalty to 'dragon'.
Thirdly....love the boys outfits. Bubbles aka Breda is getting to dress her boys the way we liked our 'boys' many years ago. Bring back SKA.....
Are they real doc martins? God is it wrong to fancy my Godson?
how do i put this?
um... we have found that a 'pack leader' emerges. this leadership role is sometimes contended. each contender loses. sometimes, to enforce their position, the leader uses naked violence.
give it 3-4 years and the oppressed majority begin to realise the advantages of having a pack leader. the leader can be made to speak in awkward situations and do things that the majority are too shy to do.
after another couple of years and some very hard parental labour in making sure everyone can be leader of something, the jealousies over leader position subsides.
everyone jokes that they are numbers 1,2,3, except if you live in china where it is the other way round, but that everyone is equal in love.
in the void left, we can start to deal with the other 3-way jealousies that then rise up...
have fun!
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