After Dinner Walking
With Summer, the best time to go walking in Brisbane is either early evening, or early in the morning. As my wife is NOT an early riser, if we are going to go out for a walk it will most likely going to be at night. Tonight was one of those nights. After a BBQ dinner, we all hoofed it out of here, and even Wednesday got to come. Wednesday is the family German Shepherd, but more on her in another post.
I can't imagine what it is like to see us walking around. Most people must think "Oh look at that lovely family, how together are they." To top it off, they also must think how sociable we are, especially with that little boy who says "Hello" to everyone they meet. That's part of the problem, Aidan does say "Hello" to everyone we meet. This is fine when you walk past someone in the street, as they just think he's being courteous. "How cute" is often the reply. The only way to distract him is to have him ride his bike. Here's what he looks like then!
I read another Blogger's post on The Normal Family Show. The gist of this was that in sitcom land, the normal family always looks normal. Think Full House, Neighbours, EastEnders or Malcolm in the Middle. Ok, maybe not Malcolm in the Middle. The point being, if we were in sitcom land, us walking down the street would look normal. It would only be as you zoomed in on us, you'd get the weirdo picture.
Ethan walks along with the dog. The dog poos probably three or four times in a half an hour walk, and also pisses every fifty metres. Ethan thinks that it is better to drag her along whilst she undertakes these activities. If not dragging the dog, he is talking, talking, talking. Incessant talking. He has to tell you every activity of the day, and of the walk, and of the future, and of the moon, and of the stars. Not necessarily a bad thing, but continuous.
Aidan has to talk to everyone, but if there isn't anyone in sight, then he has to walk like a zombie. This means he is in a constant state of 10 steps behind. The only thing that makes him walk slightly faster is to push the pram. Then he looks like a zombie pushing a pram.
I guess ultimately he's taking after his parents. Anth and I are generally look comatose, as most of our conversation revolves around saying "Yes, Ethan". If we try to start our own conversations we get talked down.
The only one who is actually normal is the baby, although tonight he squawked for half the trip, which meant he had to be an appendage on Anth for half the trip. I, of course, had to comment smarmily that she wouldn't be able to walk far with him attached. She, accepting that challenge, walked far enough until he fell asleep. Touche.
Ciao for Now, Zombie Angry Dad.
I can't imagine what it is like to see us walking around. Most people must think "Oh look at that lovely family, how together are they." To top it off, they also must think how sociable we are, especially with that little boy who says "Hello" to everyone they meet. That's part of the problem, Aidan does say "Hello" to everyone we meet. This is fine when you walk past someone in the street, as they just think he's being courteous. "How cute" is often the reply. The only way to distract him is to have him ride his bike. Here's what he looks like then!I read another Blogger's post on The Normal Family Show. The gist of this was that in sitcom land, the normal family always looks normal. Think Full House, Neighbours, EastEnders or Malcolm in the Middle. Ok, maybe not Malcolm in the Middle. The point being, if we were in sitcom land, us walking down the street would look normal. It would only be as you zoomed in on us, you'd get the weirdo picture.
Ethan walks along with the dog. The dog poos probably three or four times in a half an hour walk, and also pisses every fifty metres. Ethan thinks that it is better to drag her along whilst she undertakes these activities. If not dragging the dog, he is talking, talking, talking. Incessant talking. He has to tell you every activity of the day, and of the walk, and of the future, and of the moon, and of the stars. Not necessarily a bad thing, but continuous.
Aidan has to talk to everyone, but if there isn't anyone in sight, then he has to walk like a zombie. This means he is in a constant state of 10 steps behind. The only thing that makes him walk slightly faster is to push the pram. Then he looks like a zombie pushing a pram.
I guess ultimately he's taking after his parents. Anth and I are generally look comatose, as most of our conversation revolves around saying "Yes, Ethan". If we try to start our own conversations we get talked down.
The only one who is actually normal is the baby, although tonight he squawked for half the trip, which meant he had to be an appendage on Anth for half the trip. I, of course, had to comment smarmily that she wouldn't be able to walk far with him attached. She, accepting that challenge, walked far enough until he fell asleep. Touche.
Ciao for Now, Zombie Angry Dad.
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