Baby King

Baby King - expected date of arrival - around 10 November.

The Pants(less) Situation - a photo essay

Slide One: Buster can you see the MonkeyFish under the bed? Yep.


Slide Two: (as Izzy idley chews on Busters hand) Come out right now young man!


Slide Three: Ok.


Slide Four: What happened to your pants? Oh, there they are.


Slide Five: Put your pants back on this instant. I don't think so.


Slide Six: You are going to have to make me put the pants back on! If you can reach me ...

LG, aka DIY Enforcer

Buster finally gave in to his inevitable slide towards surburbia and has purchased a drill. Luckily I had a raft of DIY projects lying in wait for him - I mean, he needed to clock up some serious drill experience.

Project 1.
Hang the woodblock prints that we bought in Japan and have been in the cupboard for two years. DONE. Although we did disagree slightly on the type of picture hook required - I initially, and rather foolishly, thought that a 10kg hook was overkill. Apparently not.

Project 2.
Fix the door in the spare bedroom. DONE. This was an easy one, especially because I didn't have to do it. One of the screws that holds the door mechanism in plans was mismatched and had worked its way out a little bit. This was scraping on the jamb.

Project 3.
Install new towel rails and toilet roll holder in the ensuite. DONE. Well, almost. I'm still waiting for the hand towel hanger to go up but Buster can't hammer and drill while the MonkeyFish is asleep so this will have to wait until tomorrow. We had horrible, old plastic fittings that were a nasty pink colour. Now we have nice, shiny, geometric silver ones.

Project 4.
Install two new shelves. ON HOLD. Ok, this one is my fault. I haven't decided exactly where I want them yet.

I'm very impressed with my new home handyman. Well done Buster.

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The Ipod trip of hate

Our car doesn't have an ipod jack. This means that we have to use a fm transmitter to listen to our ipod in the car. Our transmitter also plugs into the cigarette lighter because our old one didn't and the ipod was always flat because I never remembered to charge it. Unfortunately our cigarette lighter (although I think it is now called something else, more politically correct) is located in the centre console box thing. Which has led to our current problem. We plug the cable into the plug in the console box thing and then drape the cable over the lip so we can see the ipod and skip every other song. So we have to rest the lid of the box on the cable. Now the cable is on the verge of death from being squished in the gap that doesn't exist. The ipod only works if you hold the cable the right way, if it twists or moves, you lose reception. And if that wasn't bad enough, it's a crap transmitter too. If we drive past a car on the freeway or stop at the lights next to a car with a more powerful transmitter on the same station, we get their music. Last week we had to listen to a Bollywood extravaganza and yesterday we were afflicted with Nickelbacks greatest hits. It's gotten to the point where I almost have to physically restrain Buster from winding down the window and asking strangers what type of transmitter they are using because it is obviously better than ours.

Don't call me that!

With the MonkeyFish child learning so many new words, it's sometimes difficult to figure out what he's trying say. He's been saying 'shoes' for a little while now but we couldn't figure out why he was saying it all the time.

The other morning, Buster got up early to get the MonkeyFish out of bed and the minute he hit the floor, he came tearing into the bedroom to see me. He starts banging on the bed and shouting 'shoes, shoes'. It finally dawned on us that he is calling me by my christian name.

So now we are Dadda, MonkeyFish and Suse. Nice work child.

Locked out

I got locked out the other day by the child, again. He shuts the sliding screen back door after me and then realises that he'd rather follow me outside so he reaches up to the latch but he can't quite reach. Standing on tippy toes he can just reach the lever which locks the door when flipped down. And I'm locked out, a toddler, with monkey propensity, is locked in.

Now I have a system where I only ever 'snib' the front screen door. Then I walk around and poke my finger through the hole in the screen and unlock it. Luckily I didn't replace the front door ordinary netting with the tough-grade netting that is on the back door.

Sure, security is an issue, but I figure most burglars don't realise that the enormous black dog that jumps up the door is only checking for dog treats in unguarded pockets.

Stupid conversations

LG: Hey Anita, I took your recommendation and I made an appointment to see your hairdresser next Friday.

Anita: Oh, great. I'm really happy with how he cuts my hair. But just be aware that he is married with two kids.

LG: Ok, I'll try not to hit on him then.

Anita: No, no, I mean, he's not a gay hairdresser.

LG: So he's a straight hairdresser then -not that there's anything wrong with that. I think I can cope.