It’s been a day or two since I put pen to paper (or whatever the digital equivalent is!), but for good reason. We’ve uplifted our lives and shifted them over the last few weeks. And yes, my Instagram account has suffered … but I’m committed to reaching 7K followers within the next 7 days. Lol. I can’t have my followers thinking I’ve checked out.
It’s been an epic few weeks, moving from our family home into our school boarding house. Lisa is loving her new position as Assistant House Manager. It happens to be at the same school where I’m teaching drums – major bonus for my commute! I was wondering how Finn would handle the transition. The first week was rough, really rough. We had a trip to the after hours, 5 trips to the GP and a bazillion millilitres of babymeds. It was torturous and Finn was not his usual self. But this past week has been epic. He’s back to his usual cheeky self.
Reflecting on the past few weeks has forced me to consider what impact this new life might have on Finn in his early years. I have to highlight that Lisa nor I have any blood-family here in New Zealand. We are so lucky to have a few amazing friends though, and they have adopted Finn as one of their own. But thinking about the boarding scenario … it’s awesome. I’m struggling to pinpoint any negatives. Finn is now surrounded by a huge amount of older brothers and sisters. His new living room is the Common Room and his new backyard is several acres of playing fields and sports grounds. He’s already made a few BFFs at the dining room. Dinner for Finn is one huge social occasion. His most favourite people are Aunty Alice, Didi and Molly. I blogged a few months back about the old one-liner “It takes a village to raise a child”. And I’m truly seeing the truth in that right now. These new people in Finn’s life are going to have a profound impact on his childhood. I’m so grateful that Finn gets this amazing opportunity.
I have no doubt that there will be many hilarious stories to be told of Finn’s upbringing at the Boarding House. Stay posted!
It totally baffles me, how we can send humans to space, explore the deep sea and fly in the sky but we cannot keep runny poos in a nappy!
As a new dad I have become very skilled at discovering singlets covered in runny poo and doing my best to remedy the situation. To all of the budding entrepreneurs out there and the Delboy Trotters – I challenge you. I challenge you to create the indestructible diaper. You can even use the “indestructible diaper” brand name if you wish, thank me later. If someone could create a diaper that does not explode every time a runny poo hits it, they would be a multi billionaire overnight.
I ask you to find one parent who will disagree with me. I promise you won’t find that parent . There is nothing worse than changing your babies nappy, washing clothes and adorning some new garments. Only to discover 30 seconds later that the same thing just happened. Repeat this four times within a 30 minute time frame and you have a little glimpse of what it’s like to be the parent of a toddler.
If you are excited to become a parent, please don’t let this put you off. It is simply the most epic journey of all time but it can be challenging. Here’s to the next solid poop.
Well, she’s been one big old week. If life was a roller coaster – I’ve just experienced it first hand. All in all though it’s been a cracker.
Rewinding to last Saturday : Lisa and I were celebrating some epic news. Hold your horses folks … no baby news … we aren’t planning or hoping for anything on that front! We cracked the Dom Perignon to mark a very special day – the day that we found out Lisa got an amazing job offer. It’s an absolutely amazing job and the whole experience for Lisa (and for us two lads) will be so cool. I’ll be sure to blog about it as our lifestyle is about to change substantially. We’ll be well and truly surrounded by culture, community and awesomeness. More on that front soon.
But the next day wasn’t so flash. Don’t be running to conclusions though – it wasn’t a hangover or anything silly like that. Lisa started puking (and the rest that accompanies the stomach flu) Sunday afternoon. Then our friends got the bug and Finny had the runs too. Ever had a Thai Laksa? Well that perfectly matched his nappies. I was the only one feeling chipper. I couldn’t figure out why it had skipped me but I was counting my lucky stars. Must be the luck of the Irish?!
Lisa started to pick up a few days later. Then suddenly I felt a strange wave rush over me after dinner Tuesday night. And the fun began. Irish luck turned to Murphy’s Law. It was shocking. I can’t go in to detail – you might never return to my blog! But I have to say, we were bloody lucky that we didn’t both get sick at the same time. I honestly don’t know how we would have coped with the little guy that night. We would have had to call in the troops. But then you feel like you don’t want to ask anyone for help because you don’t want them to get sick … it’s a dilemma. What would you do??!!
Anyways – the week is coming to a close and I’m managing to keep down my Green Tea and crumpets so that’s just marvellous.
Finn is still delivering vindaloo a little too often in those nappies of his but the Doctor assures me it will pass. For now, he’s been banned from Daycare. But for all the right reasons! It’s important as parents we don’t spread this sh$t around (literally) – so make sure you respect your daycare’s policies and also invest in some hand sanitiser and a gas mask!
Till next time.
It’s a well known fact that women are much more organised, much cleaner and more hygienic than us blokes. Now that’s a generalisation but it’s mostly true. Why on earth is that? Do blokes just push these essentials down the priority list? It’s a little disgusting when you start to look at the details.
A tip for you ladies out there – don’t ever shake a mans hand. Ever. Do what the Japanese do and offer a little bow, or do as the cool kids do and offer a fist pump. Why am I telling you this? Well – I’m a slightly OCD hygiene freak. I hate germs and I hate smells. The thought of BO has me running for the deodorant. Chewing gum is an essential part of my daily kit. Dettol wipes are everywhere. And I wash my hands 20+ times a day.
You ladies must wonder what goes on in the male toilets. Well maybe not, but I’m going to tell you anyway. Blokes will do their essential toilet ablutions, and then proceed to head on out the door without any form of hand washing. Lads will do number twos and forget to wash their hands. I sh#t you not! Not every male does this, but from experience I would say I witness 8/10 males not washing their hands after they go to the toilet. It is absolutely rotten. They are the same blokes that hand over a $20 note to the oblivious cashier for their lunch. The same blokes who shake your hand in the boardroom only a few minutes after walking out of the toilet. Sorry for painting this terrible picture! But it’s time that things change.
Ladies – I ask you to chat to your bloke about this post. He will likely tell you he always washes his hands but the numbers don’t lie – 8/10 DO not wash their hands.
I for certain don’t want to be shaking the sweaty, grimey hands of these blokes and then carrying their germs home to my family.
Sort it out lads. It’s time to be a modern bloke. Use the handwash, and start your sons young with this habit. Change starts at home.
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