With a sad "aaahhh," I have to report that my mates, Mark and Dave, didn't win through to the Finals of the Irish TV show, The Hit, but they *did* write the song that cracked the Top Twenty in the Irish pop charts today, so that's something well-worth celebrating :)
I thought I'd finish the week with a quick episode of my on-going series, "You Know You're A Parent When..."
You know you're a parent when... it's time to go on a diet.
While I was changing his brother, No. 1 Son looked at me this morning and asked, "Papa, do you have a baby in your tummy?"
(With an "eek," I sucked in my gut, nearly tearing several stomach muscles in the process...)
"No son," I said in a squeaky voice, before remembering to exhale. "Papas can't have babies - only Mamas can have babies."
"Papa, how do you make babies?"
As I mentally lamented how my former six-pack was now a keg, Papa Silence filled the bedroom and beads of sweat broke out on my bald pate while I contemplated *the* question...
I looked at the clock. It was only 6:46 a.m. and my eyes were still half sleep-glued together.
I decided there was only one way to respond to my eldest, who had asked such a thought-provoking and interesting question:
"Right son, what do you want for breakfast? Waffles or Pancakes?"
You realize you're a parent when... you're forced to introduce new things in their life - like school.
This is No. 1 Son, moments before I woke him up his first day at school...
I had just woken him up again and he rolled, burrowed and eventually looked at me: "Papa... Is it the weekend yet?"
You know you're a parent when *this* is the look you get.
Recently, No.2 and No. 3 Sons wouldn't share the tablet, so in frustration I said, "If you boys don't share, I will send you back to Amazon."
And finally, you know you're a parent when.... No. 2 Son officially graduates from Potty Training!!!
Sure, it happens the day after you buy another box of Pull-ups, but you can save those for No. 3 Son.
|Happiness is wearing Angry Birds undies :)|