Garden Fun

I came home on Tuesday to find the paddling pool and water slide out in the garden. Despite it being a distinctly average day, the boys appeared to be having a great time. Not sure LL knows quite what the bucket is for though.

He was also sharp to show me his new found climbing skills. Talk about fearless....

Since then, we're having a bit of a lazy week. Great Grandma A has come to stay for a few days. BB has got her wrapped around his little finger and is getting about 50 stories each day read to him on demand. Who'd have thought that Great Grandma's were the secret weapon to combat school holiday fatigue?

Lower Than a Snake's Belly

My blog is a happy place. It is a place where I can escape to and find some humour when I need reminding that oil rigs, mortgages and credit card bills are not the be all and end all of my life. Today though, I shall resort to having a right good bitch about my daughter's mother. I call her FF - that's Fitba' Face. And how I'd like to drop kick that right now......

Because I try and hide the misery that is my ex wife, I'll have to paint a wee picture here for the uninitiated amongst you. We don't talk much. I turn up, say yes ma'am, no ma'am, 3 bags full ma'am and then leave with SS. No hassle, no confrontation and everyone is happy. Actually, SS is happy. Her mother is eternally miserable, and the very sight of her has been known to drag me down to that level. We share no information and have nothing else in common. Great parenting, huh!

SS was being a wee shite last week apparently only to be dressed down with a "if you don't calm down and behave, you'll go to your dad's!" So I'm a punishment now....is it really any wonder that things are the way they are???
Still, I'll say nowt. I never do. It's doesn't do much for ones masculinity, but mother and toddlers has already cost me lots of that anyways....

The Dancing Queens

Ok, so it's been a while since either of us blogged. Along with all the usual goings on around here, there is also the small matter of a tournament in South Africa which rather conveniently shows evening games just after the bed time routine. And when there is no football on the box, the garden still needs done......

For our part, we have tried to spend this 3 week period where we are both at home to do some mutual parenting. BB was getting the impression that as soon as one of us came home, the other one had to go to work. To that end, we have both spent lots of time with the boys at the park and in the garden.

BB is starting to idolise his big brother somewhat. They are forming their very own truck and trailer partnership. BB seems to be enjoying the dance lessons.....


Now you'll see what I mean......

It doesn't end there though..... Here's BB enjoying the big boys toys at the park

Not to be out done though, LL wants a turn.

Mum's even had a go at making us all look handsome in the pics

We managed our first night camping together too, albeit in the complete non wilderness of my mother's back garden. Kids had a great time. Apparently you can't get kids not to bounce on an air bed though. I set about building our tent

Kids decide they had better try out their bed

Crikey, it's massive. Bigger than my first flat!

Oh, and she's my cousin, not my sister. Honest!