Stacking Theory

I got mobbed by kids I have never met on Friday. 

Healesville Sanctuary has built an inflatable jumpy blow up thingy. I got on there with my kids, and my sister’s kids. There were many other kids there too. After some double-bouncing and launching my nephew, it was game on for everyone. I ended up buried beneath about 10 kids I’d never met, with Harv off to the side, worrying that I was being broken. It was fun.

On Saturday, we failed to find Totoro.

We started with breakfast pikelets in the carpark. We walked 3 kilometers through the forest, saw birds and wallabies, heard birds and children, but we couldn’t find Totoro. The kids walked 3 kilometers - that’s one for each year of Lolzilla’s life. We ended it with coffee, cake, and eggs.

Saturday night - no goals

We joined the masses to go watch Harry play his first game for the Victory. 40,000 people. No goals. This was good and bad news. There was one after-game goal - late dinner at The Wood Spoon Kitchen. So good. Was serenaded by a most placid Irishman who was terribly sad about Ireland losing to the Welsh. He was walking north, heading for South Melbourne - I hope he found his way eventually.

Sunday was full of sickness.

Lolzilla had a fever, and hardly slept at night. Harvalicious was complaining about a blocked ear. Kymbo was tired from the night before. We watched Kiki’s delivery service. I cleaned, cooked, and made merry for my sicklings. They all slept for most of the afternoon and woke happier, although still full of snot and sickness.

I have finished remembering out loud now. Cheers.

The ultimate in #firstworldproblems (Taken with instagram)

Sometimes I forget that I’m living in the future.

I forget that the farthest shore is on my doorstep.

I forget that rarities are accessible.

I forget that the past isn’t gone - it’s just in storage somewhere.

I forget that everything is in my pocket. Everything.

And when I remember, this is what happens.

Thankyou to everyone who got us here - musicians, philosophers, scientists, and the rest.

Kymbo just got to meet Vasili, and Lolzilla tried to steal his olives.

I’m so proud right now.

• Mum: what are you doing?
• Lolzilla: I'm digging...
• Mum: ok
• Lolzilla: ...for a dead bird
• Mum: ....oh.....k....
• Lolzilla: ...and then I'm going to kill it!
• Mum: ...
• Lolzilla: ...with a spade

Ciabatta is NOT JUST A SHAPE!!!

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-8-7)

1. Work of Saws (53)
2. Bart & Friends (33)
3. Blur (28)
4. Spain (28)
5. Sufjan Stevens (20)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

• Hardman: Dad, where are we going?
• gizo: ...Paris?
• Hardman: but that would take all night and all day
• Hardman: ...and another night
• Hardman: ...and another day...
• gizo: .....
• Hardman: ....
• Hardman: and do you even KNOW which way Paris is?

5 years have passed already. I’m not ready for this.

30 minutes from now, I will open his door.

I will not be too careful, because I know he won’t wake.

I will gently lift the covers, and kiss his cheek. I will whisper in his ear that he needs to get up and pee.

He’ll walk the walk of the sleeper. He’ll hold my hand all the way - he doesn’t need to, but his instinct will make it happen, and I will not stop him.

He’ll pee. He’ll probably fart.

We’ll go wash his hands, and he’ll walk the hand-holding walk of the sleeper back to bed.

He’ll climb into bed, curl up, and pull the covers over himself.

I’ll stand over his bed, watching him sleep. He’ll be smiling - he always smiles.

I’ll shed a little tear, like I do each night.

One day he won’t need me to wake him up.

One day he won’t instinctively reach for my hand.

This saddens me.

But as long as he still has reason to smile, I’ll be OK with him getting older.

explodingdog:

I have no idea what I am doing but at least I am trying

Buy signed Explodingdog prints from the store.

thanks 

Sam

Inspirational thought for the day