House Dad Gains 10 Kilos Overnight!

My day started off as normal with my wee run around Annandale, imaging my body to look like Daniel Craig's in Casino Royale, when he comes out of the water in those brief swimmers. This illusion of grandeur was kept up as I looked at my VERY slowly decreasing mass, once back at home and ready to hop in the shower. Suddenly that illusion came crashing down as I stepped onto the scales. When I started out on this fitness drive, I was 88 kilogrammes which, I've slowly decreased to 82 kilogrammes - that was until stepping on the scales - OMG!!! 92 Kilogrammes, what the hell! I know I scoffed some chocolate yesterday, but 10 kilogrammes over night! I immediately sat down and felt shocked, until I remembered that the previous day Jarvis had been playing with the scales and pretending that it was a robot. So I quickly looked at the scales again and sure enough, he'd turned them up to start at 10 kilogrammes - phew! Talk about giving your Dah a heart-attack, though I'm sure I've plenty more of those to come with my beautiful son in the future.

I then gave Jarvis a bath and a haircut on the sly, when he has his back turned. I've got it sussed now and after not cutting hair professionally for over 7-years, I can still remember the basics. It's quite easy as he has VERY curly hair and is so preoccupied in the bath, that it's a synch. I just cut off about 2Cm's, and I always keep the cuttings, as I have promised many times to send some to my Mum and Sister...doh!

Then it was off to Centennial Park to catch up with Lisa, Oscar, Zara, Alisa, Kai and Spencer. A little later Chris, Victoria, Thomas and Harry turned up too, making for a merry wee bunch of parents, carers and little people.

The boys got on really well for about 95% of the time, with only the odd bit of friction. we took along bikes to play with and trucks to push around and fill with leaves, sticks and dirt. They played chase, hide-n-seek and throwing grass/leaves/dirt at each other.

I took a moment to sit down and chat to Lisa and Alisa about how toilet training was going and proudly showed them my Glad bag, with spare shorts, underwear and smaller Glad bag of sealed wipes. I was very chuffed with myself, until they shot me down in flames by ripping the piss out of me, as I'd vacuum packed it. They told me to get a life and had a great time at my expense, much like my buddies back in New Zealand who gave me a hard time for having Civil Defense Boxes of food/water/cooker/torches/sleeping bags/tent all packed in case of a natural disaster. Whose house would they have been heading towards if there was a volcano, tsunami. earthquake or plague of frogs eh!

So yeah, apart from being shot down in flames, it was a fantastic morning, and made me feel blessed to have such wonderful friends. I even grabbed a shot of Alisa doing her 'stressed parent of two-toddlers' face, which will be on my face next year no doubt.

House Dad.