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Being a parent has been a complete change, it’s definitely a rewarding one but it can be more than a little frustrating - especially my mother’s barely contained mirth at the fact I am helping to raise a highly intelligent, fearless, clumsy, borderline ADD, cuddly lunatic who switches from psychotic to genuinely sweet at the drop of hat. Apparently I was worse.
He loves books, jigsaws and his train set as well as trying to see where he can fit the cat into next and tormenting his baby sister, playing football, and shouting cavalry orders from the back of his toy horse with all the force of a parade ground sergeant before charging the unsuspecting dog - he really liked watching the Trouping of the Colour. At least he’s past the point of smearing the walls of his room with the contents of his nappy when he’s sent to his room.
Our daughter is one of the most independent individuals I’ve ever met and she’s only 16 months old. No where near as cuddly as her brother, if you try to give her a kiss without asking first you’re pushed away with a shake of the head, a wrinkled nose and “Neh, neh, neh.” She does have an absolutely lovely smile and she uses it a lot. She’s walking now and is very proud of her new shoes, is completely Mama’s girl but is learning that I have some uses and takes great pleasure in getting one up on her brother. She watches every thing, is very careful and doesn’t attempt anything unless she’s pretty sure she can do it perfectly, I suspect she practices doing things when no-one is around. She can however be a very demanding little madam and if things aren’t going her way has a shriek that could knock bats out of the sky.
Our future offspring is already causing trouble and he or she is only 17 weeks along. Playing hide and seek behind the placenta is not ok and the doctor not being able to find a heart beat causing Mammy and Daddy to endure a fairly torturous 6 hours in A&E while waiting for an ultrasound to confirm that you’re alive and kicking was not even, as your brother would say, “It’s a little bit funny, Daddy.”
There a lot of things I miss, mostly perceived freedoms that I occasionally resent loosing, but it’s well worth it to watch these little people working out who they are. Eating out unless you hit the sweet spot where they’re chilled out, but not too tired and hungry enough to eat without messing but not too hungry, can be a nightmare. Going out for drinks is more or less a thing of the past and my gaming is completely limited by bedtimes. However if their current imagination and inquisitiveness and attention to detail are anything to go by, in a few years I’ll get to enjoy gaming with my kids - I think my daughter will be a real min-max’ing munchkin.
He loves books, jigsaws and his train set as well as trying to see where he can fit the cat into next and tormenting his baby sister, playing football, and shouting cavalry orders from the back of his toy horse with all the force of a parade ground sergeant before charging the unsuspecting dog - he really liked watching the Trouping of the Colour. At least he’s past the point of smearing the walls of his room with the contents of his nappy when he’s sent to his room.
Our daughter is one of the most independent individuals I’ve ever met and she’s only 16 months old. No where near as cuddly as her brother, if you try to give her a kiss without asking first you’re pushed away with a shake of the head, a wrinkled nose and “Neh, neh, neh.” She does have an absolutely lovely smile and she uses it a lot. She’s walking now and is very proud of her new shoes, is completely Mama’s girl but is learning that I have some uses and takes great pleasure in getting one up on her brother. She watches every thing, is very careful and doesn’t attempt anything unless she’s pretty sure she can do it perfectly, I suspect she practices doing things when no-one is around. She can however be a very demanding little madam and if things aren’t going her way has a shriek that could knock bats out of the sky.
Our future offspring is already causing trouble and he or she is only 17 weeks along. Playing hide and seek behind the placenta is not ok and the doctor not being able to find a heart beat causing Mammy and Daddy to endure a fairly torturous 6 hours in A&E while waiting for an ultrasound to confirm that you’re alive and kicking was not even, as your brother would say, “It’s a little bit funny, Daddy.”
There a lot of things I miss, mostly perceived freedoms that I occasionally resent loosing, but it’s well worth it to watch these little people working out who they are. Eating out unless you hit the sweet spot where they’re chilled out, but not too tired and hungry enough to eat without messing but not too hungry, can be a nightmare. Going out for drinks is more or less a thing of the past and my gaming is completely limited by bedtimes. However if their current imagination and inquisitiveness and attention to detail are anything to go by, in a few years I’ll get to enjoy gaming with my kids - I think my daughter will be a real min-max’ing munchkin.