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I have no answer for that

Me: “Stop picking your lips, Sam.” Sam: “Well… excuse me… why do I have to have skin on my lips?!”

It’s nice when they can tell you they’re getting better

“Daddy, I did a good poo today. And Mummy catched some wee, and then we took it to the lab!”

The unbearable lightness of bathing

Watching children take a bath is frankly an overload of cuteness. Sam, for instance, will grin madly and then slide her head all the way under the water, which is then followed by a shiny white bottom emerging a small distance away. Zach was unperturbed by this, as he “mixed the chemicals” for his “science […]

It’s New Year! Time to actually add quotes

So, here are some over the last six (!) months. Maybe 2013 will be different and somehow more punctual? After all, we were spared the Mayan apocalypse, so perhaps I should be grateful for the extension to my life that doesn’t involve being a charred, smoking, volcano’d husk. Sam paused halfway through a rendition of […]

Truly his father’s son

Zach and Sam decided on a cold Friday afternoon to build a doghouse. For their pet stuffed dog, naturally. Zach’s decision of a course of action was to make a beeline to his computer, type build a doghouse into Google, and then select the first YouTube link he saw. Aside from the atrocious Australian accent […]

Actually, the geography is almost right

Zach noticed this story on the news, and watched enraptured. At the end, he turned to me and told me about how his Nana had told him about the event thusly: “I know all about this. Those trees were attacked by Vikings.”

A collection of Sam-isms over the last few months

“Fancy that, I’m naked.” “I’m going to eat you for dinner, ha ha. But I’m not going to eat Mummy.” Me: “You are ludicrous.” Her, pinching her thumb and finger together in front of her eye: “You’re a little, tiny Chris.”

I have no response to that

Picture Sam, playing in the car. Picture me, standing outside asking her if she wants to come inside. Imagine, if you will, her leaning on the steering wheel and sounding the horn; in the process she startles herself quite a lot. Now picture the look on my face when I open the door to talk […]

Toilet training leads to very odd requests

“COME AND LOOK AT MY PRETTY POO!” That is all.

Something about true words spoken in jest

Zach has transitioned from enjoying stories being read to him at night to preferring somewhat more serious books – science encyclopaedias, nature books, space facts, etc. It falls to me to read these, as Sarah refuses. The conversation about bedtime duties tonight went something like this: Sarah: “Who’s putting you to bed?” Zach: “You.” Sarah: […]

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