Week 2 - Wednesday
The Honey List
With
Francis’ first birthday fast approaching, Ananda left me a list of things to do
today:
As
you can see I got most of them done – and to be fair I did add some items
myself, but it did lead to some dire consequences later on. Read on Dear
Reader.
Boys Toys
Enough
said really! Very helpful staff at Bunnings helping me lug the lawnmower onto
my trolley and then into the car.
Connected
Despite
having worked in a very high tech field (Stanford Synchrotron Radiation
Lightsource – to mention just one) – I’m a bit crap at the whole inter-webbery thing and
normally leave that sort of thing to Ananda. So it was with trepidation
that I tried to set up the internet at our new house. Hey presto, by some
fluke, it worked exactly like it said on the box! Now that’s a first.
Battles Lost and Well, Just Lost
I alluded to this sorry tale earlier, and
whereas my victories were great and satisfying in crossing off many items on
The List – I did pay the price later. You see, I forgot all about my
spreadsheet for Francis and applied a moving Gantt analysis to his waking time
this morning. Young Francis was obviously partying hard last night as he did
not get up until 7:30am, and I kinda had to wake him so he could say goodbye to
Mammy.
Anyway,
since he was up about 90 minutes later than normal, I reckoned that gave me
license to let his morning nap slide by 90 minutes too. Things went swimmingly, and
after shopping, he took like 5 minutes to go down for his morning nap at about
11:20am. “Daddy’s nailed this” I thought.
Things
started getting a little lumpy after he woke up about 2pm, and I tried to feed
him. I was full of fresh naïve enthusiasm about making him some nice new foods.
1)
Pasta with a red lentil/cheese/pea and sweetcorn
sauce – Battle lost
2)
Plain Pasta – Battle lost
3)
Getting “creative” and turning above sauce into
soup – Battle lost
4)
Giving in and trying one of those squirty things
from the forbidden drawer – Battle lost
5)
Butternut squash hummus – a sight gain in
terrority for two mouthfuls – but then Battle lost
6)
Liquid gold – battle lost
7)
Water – Battle lost
8) Rice rusk
from Forbidden drawer – eaten with accompanying gansta-rap dance
The Scene of the Battle of Lunch Time (Late Lunch)
This whole slaughter took more than an hour
and I was trying to be as present and as patient as possible, but in the end I
just gave up.
We
did some wandering around the sodden garden, checking out the dog prints in our
new veggie boxes, and hanging up some laundry for about four or five extra
rinses.
Soon
it was time for afternoon naps and Daddy Milkies.
Things went from lumpy to full-on
custard.
The latter went okay, although he has now learned how to squirt milk
into my face and eyes from the teat on the bottle (I though those days once
Ananda’s let down stopping being like Niagara falls). Such fun for him!
Anyway,
I spent from 4pm until 5:10pm trying to get him to have milkies and take an
afternoon nap. Again Battle lost. I gave
up when Ananda came home from work and I handed him over so I could go and play
football – lost that battle too.
We
discussed my naivety when I returned from football and it seems that I need to
stick to his nap at 9:30-10am in the morning and 3-3:30pm time in the afternoon
– no matter what time he gets up. Also,
trying to do stuff in the morning is not worth it, Francis is much more malleable
in the afternoons
So tomorrow
I’ll try something different – it’s called listening to my wife!
Popeye
As
usual he ate his steamed spinach faster than we could get it into his hands.
Can man survive on spinach alone………?
“Numbers
– do you like numbers? Let’s talk numbers” :*
0 –
poos.
6-
the number of goals scored by Newcastle in their game this morning. Crikey.
3-
the number of goals I let in in my football game
49,042
– spectators at the Newcastle game
2 –
the number of spectators at my game
566-
Page views yesterday. Could I become the
Justin Bieber of the Stay at Home Dad world?
*
above quote from some cocaine fuelled high priced lawyer Ananda and I had a
business meeting with in San Francisco – (picture Wolf of Wall Street)
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