Keep it coming son, keep it coming


Another day, another lesson. This time from the 5 year old.

Walked through the door to “Did you win Dadda?” “What was the score?” “How many goals did you get?” It was a normal Sunday. It was a normal post match footy interview.

Normally the answers are met with a short “YES!” or a “Oh!” and then back to games. Today answers are met with a “Well done Dadda. Thats what happens when you practice and never give up. Just gotta work hard.”

Time stopped right there. What just happened.

Did I just imagine that. So proud. Who taught him that. Where did that come from. Maybe it’s was me. His mother. From the playground. Maybe he picked it up at Kindy. Who cares. WOW.

We’re all still learning. Still learning from anybody and everybody. Learning from those you least expect to learn from.

Keep it coming son, keep it coming.

There’s a rhino in your ear!


When a two and half year old decides he’s a doctor and needs to do an inspection of your knees, heart and ears (no need to worry about the rest) you have to accept you’re the patient.

They tend to observe a very strange practice of “checking & fixing.” When he decided that my heart was not working he took a hammer and tapped me ever so slightly on the foot. That fixed that issue!

When he said that my knee had an “ouchy” on it, he channeled Yoda and used the force to remedy the situation. That fixed that issue!

The biggest surprise was left for my ears. Upon inspecting my left ear, the Doctor declared that there was a rhino in there. When I enquired how we should get him out, the Doctor said he would have to get some cheese to tease him out!

All children are artists. The problem is how to stay an artist when the child grows up – Pabalo Picasso

Dancing in gum boots


Ever wondered what your loved ones would say if you asked them to write down 50 things they really want to do in the next couple of years?

Its actually quite a hard task to come up with 50 right there and then. My guess would be that they will probably come up with 10-15 pretty quickly and the next 35-40 will come over the next couple of days. The aim is to have all 50 bullet points on the left hand side of the page linked with an experience on the right hand side of the page.

You have their list.

Now you make them happen. Even better if you can make them a random surprise for no other reason other than “just because”.

The other day I did it with the kids – with mixed results. The 2 year old said he wanted “200 Kinder Surprise Eggs” and the 5 year old wanted “to dance in the rain”.

A couple of days later the rain was delivered (absolute down pour). What a great time to go and dance in the rain, which is exactly what we did. Still working on getting the 200 Kinder Surprise Eggs to the 2 year old though….. So many giggles to be had….

Hold my hand

Boy holding hand 22 Feb 2016

My little boy likes routine. Like most of us he likes familiarity. There’s comfort in that.

He’s just started “Big School” at the tender age of 5. He’s ready though, just ask him, make no mistake. It’s daunting however…. he’s gone from a playgroup of 20 plus kids to a school with a couple of hundred kids. He’s gone from a small converted house to a huge sprawling collection of buildings. He’s gone from a place where he was one of the older kids to a place where he is the youngest kid and very nearly the smallest….

We are 3 weeks in but the walks to school are still very quite or one way conversations. He’s thinking about the next 10 minutes. He’s unsure what to expect when he walks through the gates. He’s unsure what the rules are in the playground.

For me, the walk to school is the highlight of the day. I get to hold his hand.  Something I hold so very dear. I know one day he won’t want to hold my hand.

He pops his bag on the hook, looking to see if his buddies, Connor, Hiro or George have already hung theirs up. He sees that 2 out of the 3 are in and I suspect it calms him slightly but he doesn’t say anything. We walk to the playground still hand in hand. Sienna, Zinzan and Harry, some older kids that he knows from previous encounters, run over and say hi. Do you want to play they ask. He stands there, holds my hand extra firmly and looks through them, they eventually run off without him.

I sit, he stands very close and looks around. I ask if he wants to play and that I’ll stay right here. He declines and makes sure his leg is touching mine. Then at 9.25am the music starts which signifies the start of school. For him, it must be the most magical sound. A large grin spreads across his face and he throws his arms around me. This is followed by a huge kiss and he runs off to line up in front of his teacher.

He sits cross legged in front of his teacher, all the kids lined up one by one. I make sure I move to the back, behind all the new parents standing around waving at their darling kids, so I can play our little game.  The only way he can see me is by looking through the legs of the other mums and dads. I must impersonate a crouching tiger and get low. When I’m low enough I catch his now big bright sparkling eyes. I mouth to him “May the force be with you” to which he mouths back “And also with you”. He couldn’t be happier.

With that Ms. Black, his larger than life teacher, stands them up and marches them to class. He looks back once and then twice. With a quick smile and a wave he skips off. Not a care in the world. All fears gone. The 9.25am music represented the start of the routine.

My little boy likes routine. Like most of us he likes familiarity. There’s comfort in that.