After a quick squizz round The Powerhouse Museum this morning, Jarvis and I caught up with Working Mum for a spot of lunch. I'm sorry to say that I was not in the best of moods, after having to carry a screaming Jarvis all round the harbour. He didn't want to go in his pram and wanted to run off everywhere. It was about 30 degrees and I was struggling to retain my composure. Looking back on it now, I should have been calmer and not been such a jerk after that. Apologies to both Working Mum and Jarvis.
Jarvis and I had a long sleep in the afternoon, then had dinner when Working Mum came home. After that, we all headed off to Centennial Park for some rugby practice. It's such a great park, with so much space for Jarvis to run around. It's also freaky for us, to see all the wildlife, like flocks of parrots, giant fruit bats and pelicans.
Oh yeah, apologies to the ground staff at the park. Dirt Boy got into one of their plant beds and did some impromptu gardening (see pic)
House Dad.
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