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Sunday, February 3, 2013
two minutes. Coincidentally, my same best time for removing a bra.
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Saturday, February 2, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
We've moved. Here's BFLI's new home.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
It's always been a bit of a lark with the owners but a couple of months ago we had to ask them to at least attempt to keep their dog in their yard because ours was on heat.
"Not a problem," they said. "We'll make sure we shut the gate." And then, a few days later, "It was the in-laws, you know. They don't think to close it properly."
"Ooo, is she pregnant then?" the nice people who clip Jazz's coat every summer asked us a few weeks later. They were feeling her belly and seemed quite keen on the idea.
"We hope not," Tracey assured them. Jazz is a Samoyed whereas the dog from up the street is a Stafford or something. She's white and fluffy, he's black, short haired and has a head like Bob Hoskins. We figure their pups would be as odd as Donkey and Dragon's.
But it's been a couple of months since she was clipped and she's still fat and we've no puppies, so all is well.
But today, the youngest owners of black dog were over playing with our kids and I heard them talking about how their dog and, to be honest, I'm especially pleased for our Jazz that he won't be fathering her babies, because it turns out he's a bit of a cad.
"He had babies with dogs up the road," the young master was telling my kids. "He escaped across the road and humped them."
"I know what hump means," Master7 told him.
"It means making babies," said Miss9.
"It means pooing in our garden," said Miss5.
"No, it doesn't," Master7 assured her.
"Well, that's what it was doing," she assured him right back.
"It means sex," said Master7. "Their dog was having sex with our dog and now they have to have a baby."
Well, that's certainly how it's always worked for us.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
"How many kids you taking?" was the only question I asked.
"Funny," she said without a hint of a smile in her voice. I remember when she used to find me hilarious.
So at 5am this morning, having got up, given Miss0 a bottle, showered, made a coffee and snuck out onto the balcony, Tracey was waiting for my mother to pick her up to take her to the train station.
At 5.30am, the kids woke up.
"Dad! Where's Mum?" Master7 bellowed from the other side of the bed.
"She's gone to Brisbane," I reminded him.
"So can I play the DS then?" he asked. Tracey doesn't like the kids spending too much time on the electronics.
"Yes." With Mum out of the way, he knew this weekend was destined to be awesome. "Just whisper, will you? Now go away and don't wake your-"
I was interrupted by the sound of Miss0's bottle hitting the bedhead. She tossed it, grenade fashion.
"Never mind," I said, dragging my sorry ass out of bed. There was no use trying to get back to sleep. Miss0 wails like a banshee until she's taken out of the cot and set free. And because she's a climber I'm worried if we leave her too long in the cot she'll work out she can get out without our assistance.
In the kitchen I found a note from my wife, giving me my orders. I love she feels the need to include things like 'breakfast' and 'baths' on the list, and things like 'give baby food, not just bottle'. There was a bit on Agony Uncles last night which I think sums up my wife, and probably most wives, nicely - delegation, with micro-supervision.
Then mid-morning both grandmothers arrive, almost in formation, to take away Miss5 and Miss3 for the day, leaving me with only Miss9, Master7 (both attached to their iPods) and Miss0, who, like me, slept for a three hours this afternoon. I see this as proof our parents read my blog because last time Tracey went away things didn't go very smoothly. (link - Daddy Poppins)
But things have gone much better today. When Tracey called to check up on things, Miss0 had just woken me up from my nap.
"How's it going?" Tracey asked me.
"What's that screaming?"
"Nothing. It's the telly."
"It's the baby. What's going on?"
"She fell off the lounge."
"Why was she on the lounge?"
"We were sleeping."
All things considered, I think the day went rather splendidly. Everyone fed, bathed, read to and a night of beer, pizza, Bladerunner and The Fifth Element ahead of me.
Then, after the blighters were in bed, I looked at the list and realized I hadn't ticked one final item off the list.
But that's okay, I figure they can brush their teeth in the morning. I'm calling today a success.
As anyone who has watched Supernanny knows, time seems to take longer for little kids. It must bend or something. I guess that's why she suggests kids stay on the naughty spot a minute for every year of their age: Three minutes to a three year old is like seven minutes to a seven year old.
Which probably means, for our five year old daughter, she's been in lock up for about 18 weeks.
Sure, we could make the effort and carry Miss9 to the car and go out more, but this heat has us feeling super lazy and, as excuses go, a broken leg is a good one.
So when we took the family out yesterday on parole the conversation coming from the back seats gave us a big dose of the guilts.
"Look! It's a blue car!" Suddenly the world was full of colours and people and places. It must be what it's like to be released from prison. Everything was new and wonderful and much more interesting than before they were incarcerated. "A yellow car! Look! Traffic lights!"
"That's the soccer ovals! I remember them"
In a mirror image of the Naughty Corner Time Conundrum, it was a long, long five minute drive for myself and Tracey. Especially me, because they soon made it personal and Tracey sided with the inmates.
"A pink car!" said Miss5. "Dad, you've got a pink car."
"No, I don't," I called back to her. "I have a red car. That's why we call it the Red Rocket."
"The Red Bucket," corrected Tracey. Okay, so it's a little old and crappy.
"Should be the Pink Rocket," said Master7. Okay, so it's a little faded.
"The Pink Bucket," corrected Tracey.
Obviously the whole lot of them are suffering from Cabin Fever.
But if they keep dissing my sad little car I'll cancel parole and throw them all back in the slammer for another couple of weeks.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
"I'm need to go to the toilet!"
This frustrates me. No one ever yells out, "I'm still picking up my toys!"
And it's not like we randomly change bedtime, so it shouldn't come as a surprise every single night. We don't, for example, tuck them in at 5pm one day and then, on a whim, 9pm the next.
I raced around mustering them towards their rooms and eventually managed five out of five in their beds. But we weren't done yet.
"Where's your pillow and doona?" I asked Miss3. She was lying on a bed made with nothing but a bottom sheet.
"I show you," she told me, and shot out of bed and past me before I could say anything else. Thirty seconds later she reappeared at her bedroom door with her pillow in one arm and dragging her doona with the other. She'd probably been using them to make a cubby house in one of the other rooms.
I settled her back into bed and decided to lie beside and chat for a second. It's one of my favourite parts of the day - lying, chatting with them or tickling them or pretending to sleep on them and having them chuckle and laugh, and then big kisses and hugs before moving onto the next kid.
I threw myself down onto her pillow, ready to snore loudly in her ear.
"JEEZ!" I yelled, abruptly sitting up as pain shot through my skull. "What the...???"
"I show you," said Miss3, ignoring my outburst and subsequent rubbing of my scalp. "I got presents."
And out of her pillow she pulled a Dora doll, a soft puppy and some Barbie furniture. I suspect my sore head was from Dora bashing me over the head with the dining table. The puppy looked too innocent to be involved in any rough play.
Anyway, I shouldn't complain. At least they were off the floor :)
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
If you've joined the ranks of KIVA supporters, now might be a good time to log on to the KIVA site to see if enough repayments have hit your account so you can lend the money out again.
If you're still a KIVA virgin, this is what our favourite organisation.
Here's what KIVA has to say about itself - "We are a non-profit organization with a mission to connect people through lending to alleviate poverty. Leveraging the internet and a worldwide network of microfinance institutions, Kiva lets individuals lend as little as $25 to help create opportunity around the world."
And for our 71st loan, our family has decided to help Madona from Georgia, mainly based on how much she looks like she could be a distant family member of ours - those eyes, those cheekbones, that mouth. Seriously, she might be an Auntie a few times removed.
Here's what Madona's KIVA application had to say about her and what she's hoping to do with the $25 we contributed to the $975 loan she requested:
"Madona is a 52-year-old farmer. She lives in the village of Laneti in the Samtredia district with her daughter and son, who is a soldier. The family earns its income by farming. In particular, they have a calf and three milk cows. They use the milk to produce traditional Georgian cheese and sell it at the local open market. In addition, they have a small pig-breeding farm with one pig and several piglets. They sell the piglets to a wholesaler. Along with these activities, the family has a plot of land where it grows green vegetables. Madona has requested a loan to expand her cattle shed so she can increase the size of her herd and have a place for her animals to stay. The cheese produced by Madona is high quality and in demand in the local market. According to her estimation, when she has more cows she won’t have any problems selling the increased amount of the cheese they produce. A larger heard will have a positive impact on her family’s income and allow them to improve their living conditions by buying more items for their household."
KIVA is a great way to help people not as fortunate to be born in countries with all the advantages ours have. They'll get there, I'm sure, but meanwhile there are people working hard to improve the wellbeing and health of their families. For $25 (which they repay) I'm happy to help.
If you'd like to check out what KIVA is all about, here's a link http://www.kiva.org/invitedby/family5775
And if you do join, look us up (Team Devereaux) in the Paying It Forward team :)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
"EEEEeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEE!!" she squealed, jumping out of the sheets and jumping up and down. Of all our kids, Miss5 is the one who has to let her excitement out for all the world to see. "What?! What?! What?!"
"I'll give you a hint," I told her while Tracey tucked her back into bed. "We have to leave the house."
Miss5 shot out of bed again. "We're going to Tin Can Bay!" she bellowed.
We go to Tin Can Bay every year for a week or two, to relax and ride bikes and drink beer. I do the bulk of the beer drinking, but the kids do get to fetch them from the fridge for me. Tin Can Bay is the laziest little town I've ever been to, and we love it.
"Yay!!" came a yell from the other room, and another from the bathroom.
"No, we're not!" I called back before they could all build up to fever pitch and there'd be tears when I told them the game was cancelled.
"I'll give you another clue," I said as Tracey tried to push Miss5's head towards the pillow. "It involves big balls."
My young daughter was up again. "We're going to Geoffrey's!" she bellowed. "Yes!"
Geoffrey is Master21 and he lives a couple of hours away in Brisvegas. I have no idea why he's the first thing which comes to mind when Miss5 hears big balls. She's obviously never heard him squeal at a spider.
"Yay!" yelled Master7, sticking his head in the bedroom. "Awesome."
"We're not," I told him. "We're not!" I yelled to the rest of the house.
"Final clue," I said. Tracey wasn't even bothering to put her in bed at this point. "You use bumpers."
Miss5 leapt up, spun around but then froze facing me. "Bumpers? What are they?" she asked me.
"This game is going well," said Tracey. "You should do a pilot."
"We're going Ten Pin Bowling," I said, ignoring my wife.
"We're going Ten Pin Bowling!" Miss5 bellowed, jumping and pivoting on the bed in a frenzy of glee.
The rest of the house was oddly silent.
"We are!" I called out.
"YAY!!" came yells from other rooms, and we were finally able to remake Miss5's bed and put her to sleep.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Poppy's birthday today and the family gathered at our place to sing at him and cut cake.
While we were each chewing down on a slice of chocolate the topic of conversation somehow hit upon the mystery of what is Uncle Jason's middle name.
"Leslie," he informed us.
"Nice," I lied.
Uncle Jason went on to explain. "I was named after my-"
"Auntie?" suggested Poppy.
"Uncle," corrected Uncle Jason.
"Belinda was named after a beauty queen," said Nanny. "Tracey after a cyclone."
"You got those mixed up then," I said, and Belinda gave me a funny look. I gave my last statement a quick once over and realized my error. "I mean you're more cyclonic, not less beautiful." Save!
"I was named after someone in the Bible," said Nanny. "Don't know who."
"Um..." said Uncle Jason. "Would it be Carmel?"
Nanny looked sheepish. "Oh, yeah," she said. I Googled it. Carmel wasn't a who, it was a big, old mountain. I might need to mention this to her next time she pops over.
But as usual, Tracey got the last word. "Or maybe you were named after what one of the wise men rode in on."
That's my girl. I love this family.
Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.
His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).
Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.
His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.
If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.
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