A list of presents for Matthew includes, but is not exhausted by, the following:
one action man and go-kart
one playmobil police station — complete with policeman and motorcycle
one bag of beach toys
one police car with flashing siren
one small guitar
one set of building blocks
No wonder we haven't got the money to buy me that Velvet Underground live CD that I so want!
As much as it's wonderful being a Dad and having Matthew around, there are times, such as now, where it's bliss with him not here. He's up with his Grandparents at the beach house, and we're not going up until Christmas Eve. Two nights and the better part of three days alone — just me and Deb. I think it'll do everyone good having a little break like this. I've noticed, over the past few weeks, I've been increasingly short with him. At times it seems like all I say is “No”, and “I'm doing something now, it'll have to wait”, and “Look Matthew, just stop whining.” I think it's mainly the year catching up with me. It's been stressful in a number of ways, and I've had quite a lot of work on of late. Which is not to say a 3 1/2 year old can't be a pain, but a lot of it is me just not having the time and energy.
We're also coming back to Wellington between Christmas and New Year, just me and Deb, so I'm looking forward to that as well. Aside from just having some more time alone, we want to start getting things ready for the new baby. Deb is sure it's going to be early! With Matthew it was so organised. We had things prepared. We didn't know just what it was going to be like, but we were prepared in the way only first time parents can be. This time we haven't done anything. Not a thing. Baby items are stored away in the shed. The house is a mess. Hell, we still don't even have a name! So those few days before New Year are booked in for domestic type things.
I wonder how many people are going round with names thought of at the last minute, and in a desperate kind of way by their parents? Your name is important, I guess you like to think that it's been carefully considered, fully weighed, polished so it waits gleaming for you to grow into. In reality it's probably decided in a drunken moment just before you're born. “Ah hell, we might as well call him Michael” says your father, finally giving in to your mother in a weak moment! Not, of course, that we named Matthew like that!
A couple of nights ago we had four in bed. The cat, the pre-schooler, the pregnant woman and me. It was like a nursery ryhme. I was squashed between the cat and the pre-schooler. Those two, in fact, were the only ones remotely happy with the situation. The pregnant woman was squashed against the wall with an elbow in the back. It was a situation that really didn't last long!
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Feral Living
Hippycritical
Udder
My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
Potatoe.com
Journallife.com
Window to my Soul
Chickybabe
Sorabji.com
Yesterday's Makeup
Fifteen Milliliters
Fly Away
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