We Tried but We Failed

This week we tried and failed to get Harrison a haircut. We had let it go to a point where Lis and I would look at each other and say ‘something has to be done about that mop.’ His hair would bounce up and down when he ran it was that long and thick – it was time for a haircut.

We had a plan of attack. We would bribe him with a chocolate lolly and the promise of seeing the puppies in the pet store window, and get this thankless task done. I was positive when we got there. The DVD player was brought out and there was a dinosaur movie on. This was great – he is a big fan of dinosaurs and he happily hopped up onto the chair.

Everything was going smoothly, this was going to be a belter. We had given him a bickie to eat as well to take his mind off anything that would be going on around him, and we were ready. The clippers started up, approached his head and boom, all hell broke loose.

Big H pulled away, a look that can only be described as a mixture of fear, confusion and disgust came across his face – he was not having it. No matter what we tried, the crying got worse. The chocolate bribe came out very early. He was interested, he wanted it and we got a bit of the back of his hair done, a small victory. Harrison soon got wind of our tricks to distract him and pulled away again crying.

By this point everyone else in the hairdressers and I am sure passers-by were wondering what kind of evil torture we were inflicting on our son. Well stuff you and you come and help then! Plan B went into motion. I sat on the chair with him on my lap. He calmed for a second, one side of the head got done. How dare they trick me again thought H Boss, I will respond with lots of movement and crying. He didn’t like the hair on his face so started rubbing his face and blowing raspberries to get it off. This obviously made it worse which had a knock-on effect that was exactly what you were thinking it was.

Lis and I knew this wasn’t going to get done, but we couldn’t leave the hair how it was. We needed to get the other side done. One final point at the dinosaur film, one desperate bribe of chocolate lolly and eventually having to hold him still for a minute led to us getting the minimum requirement and getting the hell out of there – not doing that again for a long time!

We are about to embark on our first long car journey down to Canberra to see friends. Hopefully he will sleep a bit of it but the longest he has been in a car is about 2 hours, this will probably double it. I am sure it will be fine but there is still that trepidation of how he is going to go, oh well we won’t know until we do it. Watch this space to find out. Happy fathering.

An early version of why

We have discovered the 2 year-old version of ‘why?’. It is ‘what’s that?’. Every book we read, every time the TV is on, every time we walk down the street, we have to stop and answer the question.

Initially, I loved it. It showed that H Boss was interested in knowing what he was looking at and what he was reading. Now we are well and truly over it. As you are all aware, we read the same books over and over and over again. Throw into the mix being asked ‘what’s that?’ at the same point in the same book for the 3^rd or 4^th time that day. Yep, that is exactly how we feel.

The latest obsession (as it seems to change on a weekly basis) is Finding Nemo. We went to Nanny and Poppa’s place for the long weekend last week. There Harrison got a Finding Nemo book from Grandma. This came complete with little figurines which I am pretty sure we have lost at least once already (I am surprised it took as long as it did). Unsurprisingly, Harrison now knows all the names of the characters and needs ‘Dory’ to help him have dinner and sing to him to go to sleep. He hasn’t seen the film yet, but we plan on showing it to him soon.

He had a great time at Nanny and Poppa’s. His older cousin Patrick was around everyday so Lord H had someone to tear around the house with. I don’t think that they sat still for one second if they weren’t eating. We took them to a park that was near the beach, it was a bit nippy so no chance of a dip or any time actually on the beach, but it was so cute to see Harrison follow Patrick around and play with the things that he played with.

This also meant that Lis and I got a little bit of a break. Rather than being ‘on’ all the time, it was just most of the time. Reading duties were often delegated to a more than happy Nanny; pooey nappies were sometimes delegated to a slightly less-enthused Nanny, and dinner time was not just us two having to deal with it – there was a team of us.

Dinner is still, at times, the unmitigated disaster that it was a few weeks ago. A good effort is still when he finishes within 35 minutes, which very rarely happens. We still have some work to do here, but at least he eats pretty much anything put in front of him, albeit at a snail’s pace.

Also this week we had our first meeting with his primary care-giver at daycare. They are more than happy with his progress, as are we. Those early days when he would cling onto our leg when we were going are long gone. Now, I have to work hard to get a kiss and cuddle goodbye, as it would distract him from his playing. The objectives that we set at the start of the term have been met and honestly we are at a loss as to what we can set next. He’s already ahead and we don’t want to push him.

His one downfall is actually bloody clever. He doesn’t like getting dirty. When there is food or mud on his hands he wants it off immediately – he loves playing in the mud, but he doesn’t like being actually dirty. We have tried for a while to get him to drink out of a cup but he isn’t interested. At daycare they think that a reason for this is because he hasn’t mastered it yet and gets it down himself. He doesn’t want to do it until he can do it without spillage. If that is right then this kid will be at uni by the age of 8! I am excited. Happy fathering.

I hope I don’t jinx it

I know this will come back to haunt me, but it appears we have turned a corner. After last week’s raving success, this week has continued in the same vein.

Last weekend there were some major storms in Sydney, basically washing out any chance of doing anything outside of the house. The last place we wanted to go was to an indoor play centre. I am pretty sure that would have been most parent’s idea of hell, so we took the executive decision to not do that.

Unfortunately, that meant that the beast was kept inside for most of the weekend. Now, imagine one of the most excitable and energetic 2 year-olds you have ever seen, multiply that by at least six, and you have Harrison. All he wants to do is run around, go outside, splash in puddles and do anything that involves running.

We did manage to get to swimming lessons on Saturday morning though. Some people might think that means just going into the front garden and doing it in the swimming pool that was our front yard, but no. I braved the conditions, bunged a coat and wellies on him and off we went. The walk to and from swimming was very much enjoyed by Big H. He went into pretty much every puddle that had formed between the car and the pool. It took ages, but eventually we made the sanctuary of the pool/car.

The fun was not over when we got home. After being released from his car seat, the short walk across the front lawn was one that couldn’t have occurred without the resumption of the puddle jumping. Ten minutes later and Daddy was cold and wet, so he decided to be the party pooper and inside we went. Only the bribery of a cupcake could bring him inside – again, he has learnt from his Dad.

The rains got heavier, so that was it for outside fun, but it was all good. Harrison decided to ruin a couple more books for Lis and I by making us read them 23,985 times over the next couple of days, but he also watched Madagascar for the first time. This makes me extremely happy as I bloody love the Madagascar films. I know there are some parents out there that frown upon kids watching TV, and each to their own, but this was a god-send. We have had to curb the How to Train Your Dragon watching, as this has led to an increase in his interest of his little toy knife and he now wants to cut anything and anyone with it.

The other excitement for the week was Nanny coming down to stay a night. She came down on Tuesday to spend some time with H and Lis. Harrison was very excited to see her, and he knows already exactly how to play her. He claims he doesn’t want any food, knowing full well that Nanny will feed him, rather than making him eat it on his own like his parents do. He will get even more Nanny time as we are headed up there this weekend for the public holiday so here comes spoil street. Happy fathering.

 

A Tip Top Week

What a great week this has been! There has been a sleep in, wrestling, laughing, a new book and a first girlfriend!
I will start off by saying I think Lis and I are owed this. I know we have been lucky with his sleeping, and that some poor parents don’t get a full night of sleep until their kids are 6 or 7 but still – waking up every day between 5.30-6.30 and being ‘on’ takes its toll. Bear in mind that we would have also got up to deal with a moan or random cry out at least twice during the night as well.
This week we have had 2 wake ups which have been after 7am. That is the holy grail. One of those, unbelievably, was when we had the bin men come down the street. They aren’t quiet and would wake up most people but, fortunately for us, they didn’t wake up our little sleeping angel. I can’t even begin to tell you how delighted you are when you open your eyes and there is a number 7 at the start of the time as opposed to a 5 – it doesn’t matter how late you may be for work!
There has been a little cold that has swept through the camp, though. Big H got it Monday/Tuesday then Lis got it for the following couple of days and I got a sore throat towards the back end of the week. As soon as he picks up anything there is this impending feeling of doom that no matter what, you will at some point be enjoying the same cold that you are currently cleaning up.
I know the story that you most want to hear. That is the story of our little Casanova’s first girlfriend. It is honestly the cutest little thing I have ever seen. I took him to daycare on Wednesday. As soon as he walked in, a little girl came up to him and said ‘Hi Harrison’. She then stroked his back as he walked along with me. I was a proud dad – that’s it my son, make them chase you. As we went in to make his cot up, he was instructed to ‘hold my hand’ by the little girl, which he obediently did. Good thinking my boy, pick your battles.
As I was putting the sheets on his cot, he sat in the chair next to his cot as always whilst his little girlfriend ran around the room touching all the cots. I announced it was time to leave the room and the hand holding commenced again until we made it to our next job, which was to put his nappies in his drawer. At this point his Mrs got a bit bored and went off to play. I put the rest of his stuff away and gave him a goodbye kiss and cuddle and started to leave. No sooner had I moved off than she was back at his side, playing with the dinosaurs. I had better start looking for a new hat.
Dinosaurs are currently the flavour of the month. Lis got him a new Dinosaur book with lots of little stories in them. This is great as it means he no longer wants to read the Lion King book eight times a day, but now he wants to read this new one eight times a day! It doesn’t take long for him ruin a good book for the reader with the repetition. I don’t understand how he doesn’t get bored of them, but apparently they are great the 145th time around. Happy fathering.