Happy Birthday to, well you know who....
You are everything to me and more. Let them eat cake I say.
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You are everything to me and more. Let them eat cake I say.
To my Amelie
Showing posts with label Stay at Home Fathers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stay at Home Fathers. Show all posts
25 Jan 2012
27 Jan 2011
Task Master!
I've worked a variety of jobs in my life so far.
Helping my Father do his fourth job of the day as a Contract Cleaner and doing the obligatory Sales Assistant at the department store during high-school (why I was put in the underwear department is beyond me). I then spent 8 years as a Visual Merchandiser or for the layman I was a Window Dresser (yes, like in the movie Mannequin) I must say, in those times I received many an offer to go out, the problem was (not that there is anything wrong with that) they were mainly from men, go figure?
After which there was a small stint at a warehouse and then 10 years driving a bus through Sydney. Now I am a Father, by far the toughest job of all!
I'm telling you this as I have slaved *giggle* 2 years as a home dad and though I love it, we still need to pay those extra bills, like food, who would ever have thought? So I have decided to send Amelie out to earn her keep!
Yes you heard me. My free loader will be delivering those colourful magazines full of entertaining and informative articles (you guessed it, Junk mail). I of course, as a responsible guardian will be accompanying her so she gets to know the route and also will assist at times pushing the stroller.
You see, I think it's never too early to teach that things don't come freely in this life and one must learn to fend for themselves. So every Tuesdays and Thursdays (after her Kindie) she will be learning this very valuable lesson!
Or as I suspect it will be my good self not only delivering all the papers whilst my Task Master sits back in the pram that I will be pushing, eating fruit and chocolate then wanting to stop at every playground on the way.
How could she do this to me? Has my CEO no pity???
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Helping my Father do his fourth job of the day as a Contract Cleaner and doing the obligatory Sales Assistant at the department store during high-school (why I was put in the underwear department is beyond me). I then spent 8 years as a Visual Merchandiser or for the layman I was a Window Dresser (yes, like in the movie Mannequin) I must say, in those times I received many an offer to go out, the problem was (not that there is anything wrong with that) they were mainly from men, go figure?
After which there was a small stint at a warehouse and then 10 years driving a bus through Sydney. Now I am a Father, by far the toughest job of all!
I'm telling you this as I have slaved *giggle* 2 years as a home dad and though I love it, we still need to pay those extra bills, like food, who would ever have thought? So I have decided to send Amelie out to earn her keep!
Yes you heard me. My free loader will be delivering those colourful magazines full of entertaining and informative articles (you guessed it, Junk mail). I of course, as a responsible guardian will be accompanying her so she gets to know the route and also will assist at times pushing the stroller.
You see, I think it's never too early to teach that things don't come freely in this life and one must learn to fend for themselves. So every Tuesdays and Thursdays (after her Kindie) she will be learning this very valuable lesson!
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| OK maybe that! |
Or as I suspect it will be my good self not only delivering all the papers whilst my Task Master sits back in the pram that I will be pushing, eating fruit and chocolate then wanting to stop at every playground on the way.
How could she do this to me? Has my CEO no pity???
7 Sept 2010
It's not my Birthday
I woke up to the sounds of the birds singing outside my window, the in-laws chatting with my wife, the kettle boiling, the dog licking himself and the pitter-patter of little feet coming to my room.
The door opens and in comes a small torso, all smiles and holding an envelope in her petite hands.
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The door opens and in comes a small torso, all smiles and holding an envelope in her petite hands.
It's Sunday the 5th of September.
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| It's My Day |
My daughter hands me a card she has personally written upon
which has then been translated for those who don't read 2 year old script.
Along with this wonderful. almost true to life card I was handed a large assortment of chocolates which will no doubt be shared evenly amongst the 2 girls of the family. leaving me no recourse but to have some at 9 in the morning.
To accompany my sweet breakfast in bed I was given a rendition of...
"Happy Birthday To You".
Even though I was touched, I had to interrupt and explain that it was not my birthday, but rather 'Fathers Day'. A day where Dad's get presents and cards and where Papas get to spend most of the day in their pyjamas doing, really well... not much at all. So it's pretty much like my Birthday but the only difference is, I don't get cake.
That seemed to satisfy my only child as she proceeded to sing again.
This time it was...
"Happy Father's Day To You, Happy Father's Day To You".
Right on the money!
So now... Where are those chocolates?
24 Dec 2009
dread
Amelie's first ever plane voyage tomorrow.
Just making a pre emptive apology to all those who will be seated near us.
1 Dec 2009
impressions
A child's life is like a piece of paper on which every person leaves a mark.
(Chinese Proverb)
And every mark the child leaves Dad has to clean up.
(My Reality).
