Weekend Fun!!

Hi Everyone,

Why are children so funny? Why is it when you want to do something they totally stop you in a normally entertaining way?

The weekend for me is always a busy time, with having 3 children. This weekend was no exception!

It started on Saturday morning; my wife had very little sleep due to Mia waking every few hours for feeding, so I volunteered to take Jake with me to watch his older brother play football!

So we set out that morning, myself, Josh, Jake and Igglepiggle on what should have been a 15 minute journey, but thanks to Josh’s manager getting lost, it took about 50!! In this time, Jake told me about every single car that went past, “look Dadda, blue car Dadda, look,” and I had to keep telling him the correct colour of every single one!

When we got there, Josh was a little nervous as he was playing against Luton Academy, so he wanted to catch up with his team mates as quickly as possible, but Jake didn’t care, “Georgia (what he calls Josh as he knows it gets on his nerves), hand Georgia!” So that was my first task, to allow Josh to meet up with his teams mates! He had a little grumble, but allowed Josh to go!

My next task was to try and convince Jake to watch Josh as much as possible, oh how I failed! It started off ok, as we were playing football ourselves right next to the pitch, which he was enjoying, but then it all went wrong!! He saw a dog, and that was it, we had to go up to the dog (with the owners permission) and give the dog a stroke, well I did on Jakes orders whilst he just stood there smiling. Then he saw another dog in the distance and decided he wanted to see that dog and made a run for it, well that was it then for the rest of the match.

I think that in the end Josh was quite happy that I didn’t see much of the game, as I asked him afterwards if he had enjoyed it and he kind of gave a teenage moody grunt at me, but after a bit of cajoling I found out that they had lost 14 – 0, but he had cleared one off the line!!

On the Sunday, I had the enviable task of building a wardrobe in Josh’s room, which has turned out to be a lovely wardrobe.

As Louise was downstairs trying to get Mia off to sleep, she allowed Jake to watch Madagascar 2 in our room. It was then 2 hours that allowed me to build most of the wardrobe and also let Louise do a few bits, but then suddenly all I heard was “DADDA, look!”

Looking up Jake was standing in the doorway of Josh’s room dancing, whilst singing “gascar, move it, move it!” It was a really funny sight, until he made me join in with him and I can honestly say that when you become a Dad, you stop being able to dance!

Thanks

Darren