Look at me Daddy

At 2 years 11 months Aoife has got to the catwalk stage. When I dress her in the mornings SHE will choose the clothes, parade the clothes, look for my reaction, keep or discard the clothes regardless of my reaction and begin the process again. She loves it and I must admit she looks great when she twirls around in purple shoes, black tights, flowery skirt and orange Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt. However, it can be a little challenging when George and the boys are in the car in 40 degree heat depending on my diplomatic skills to get our little girl out the door quickly. Delicate task to rush the process while making her feel un-rushed and convinced she is the most beautifully dressed girl in the whole world. Don't know if I pulled it off but she was smiling when we joined the others in the mobile sauna. Won't go into whether the smile was reciprocated by the occupants of the car.

So what I'm a rock star

Well that's how it feels when I get in from a long days work. One of the many beautiful rewards of fatherhood. Today when I walked through the door Finn's 9 month old legs almost propelled him 3 meters across the room out of our friend Tina's arms. If it wasn't for her finely honed cat like reactions (mother of 5 year old twins)he would have experienced his first face plant. Aoife came running from my right and Koala locked my leg squealing Daddy Daddy. Euan came from my left and said in a low growling tone Daddddy and sucker punched me in the gut before giving me a bone crushing hug. Loved it. Waited for a similar show of exuberance from George but alas her coy smile was a touch more subtle and much appreciated after the initial assaults and attempted assaults upon my person. Warhol was right we all have our 15 minutes.

Here there, and everywhere

We are moving house again and yesterday Tina kindly offered to bundle Euey and Aoife with Wil and Olive for the night to expedite our move. We said let it be. Well it's been a hard days night but we've had lots of help. I miss them. Even though I am still living the bedtime routine vicariously through Tina via the medium of texts.
A little bit of twist and shout a lot of "I'm thirsty" "Euey needs a poo" "We all need a poo" "We'll wait and play in the kitchen while Euey poos". Next Aoife is on the throne Tina tells us that Aoife is up to plop number five. Its a tough job but all you need is love to get through. Next time we'll probably make it a day tripper cause Euey just told Tim "I'd like to see my Mum and Dad now". I miss you too Euey and I want to hold your hand too. Well goodnight kids. It's taken me 30Min's to write this as Tina has been updating me. Not fast enough to be a paperback writer I'd wager. Well Tina reckons Aoife has gotten older and more defiant since the last visit, hope it doesn't end in revolution. I've got a feeling Tina will be feeling dizzy miss lizzy by the time she goes to bed, till then do you want to know a secret? I'm not guilty of losing my mind. I've just been having a little fun with a little help from my friends. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da in the Octopus's garden thats where you'll find said friends.

Night kids


P.S. I love you

Summer is back

Time to pick up where we left off last year. For the last 6 weeks of the summer we went to this beach. It's set away from the tourist beaches and we can even take the dog. (or Bubble to those in the know) The kids love it and never want to leave.
We tried a few times in the winter but it didn't retain its magic for the little ones while they were wearing duffle coats.

It's a tough job...

....but someone has to do it. :-)

Nightmares

I often find myself in flight taking a corner at breakneck speed. It's usually at this stage I wake up. Alas, it is not I to whom the nightmares visit, it just takes me ten strides to wake up as I rush to her aid. Aoife sometimes screams like the four horsemen have arrive to take her to the prom, but when I get to her side the drama's seem a fraction less frightening. "Aoife its Daddy, whats wrong, its just a dream" etc..... Aoifes responses include 'It's my apple, give me my apple" yeah scared the bejesus out of me too. "Daddy said I have to come home from the park" and "don't want to shower". It's a relief that these are the extent of my daughters nightmares, at the moment. However, they will intensify, I'm sure, once she brings home her first boyfriend. Mmmmmmm.

Memorys

Hi Kids when I first started this blog I had intended to write a lot more than I have done. But finding, quality, time to write about our insane, high octane fun filled existence is hard to do and for better or worse I have given much more time to being with you than writing about you. However, from time to time I wish I had written more. I wish this because I know memory fades things into one big happy picture and while this is truly wonderful I sometimes wish I had documented the minute specifics that make living this dream, and creating the big yummy memory, so great. Today I will cram some of these moments in from the salvaged conversations I have littered around the house on scraps of paper. I have some time to write as I am currently recuperating from my trip to the 'penis correctional facility' where they graced me with a vasectomy yesterday. So I will be sitting down nursing my wounds for a moment or three.