Ramblings on Children

I thought I'd write a paragraph on interactions I had with each of the kids today. For Aidan, it was easy. I didn't see him. All day. He wasn't awake at the time I went to work. He had special childcare tonight, and I was out at Taekwondo when he came home. He was in bed asleep before I got in. He was a total brat last night. We're trying to get him to eat with at least a fork, and also try to break his bad habit of burping at the table. Last night, he pushed me over the edge by doing both incessantly, and I lost it. This resulted in him being dragged from the table, thrown in the shower, rushed into his pajamas, and told he had to be quiet for the rest of the night. Tears followed. It then took him ages to settle down for bed, albeit in my arms on the couch.

I did get to spend some time with Ethan. We went to Taekwondo together, and I watched him train for a little while. I also got to see tired Ethan. Why is it, that although our kids exhaust themselves, they still bitch and moan about going to bed? Ethan put on the waterworks when we told him at 8:30pm that it was bedtime. His head hurt. His legs were broken. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. He got a flat tyre. You get the picture. Every excuse to just stay up that few extra minutes longer.

I also saw Callum at Taekwondo. Unfortunately, he had a big knock on his head, which has resulted in a nice new shiner. This was a result of my crap car's door hitting him. Anth and I had swapped cars for the day, so I had the good car, and she had the crap one. When she was lifting him out of the car, crap car decided to reek revenge on its unsuspecting victim, by closing its doors on her. The door started to shut just as she lifted Callum out of his car seat, and so his head got caught on the edge of the door. Poor baby. He is ok.

Ciao for Now, Rambling Rose Angry Dad.