Another classic of the logic of a nearly 3-year-old.
“Daddy my arms sore” why is your arm sore my darling? “Because it’s hurting”
you just can’t argue with that sort of logic
have a great weekend
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Mr Bunny Chow
Another classic of the logic of a nearly 3-year-old.
“Daddy my arms sore” why is your arm sore my darling? “Because it’s hurting”
you just can’t argue with that sort of logic
have a great weekend
TTFN
Mr Bunny Chow
These are all plausible reasons why my nearly three-year old might be screaming his lungs out at any given time, this list is not exhaustive and any wants can be swapped for doesn’t want and vis versa.
That will have to do for now
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Mr Bunny Chow
I wasn’t witness to this one personally as Mrs BC drew the short straw last night by virtue of the fact that she didn’t have to work today (using up holiday time to go Christmas shopping)
still when it was reported to me this morning I thought it more than worthy of a post and a virtual medal for Mrs BC and her strength of character in not capitulating to his demands at three in the morning.
When The Monkey boy awoke at 01:30 this morning it was with demands for juice, then at 03:00 his demands were slightly more amusing.
“Want Daddy cuddles” to which the response was “Daddy’s sleeping my Angel” which was followed by the next logical response “Want wake Daddy up Mummy”
As I said Mrs BC is amazing and just put him back to bed, she’s an amazing woman.
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Mr Bunny Chow
We’ve always been very lucky when it comes to our kids sleeping patterns, by and large they have slept through the night and well into the morning from a very young age with nocturnal disturbances normally only brought about by illness.
I am a good father and not at all like the father in this post by the genius demigod of parenting Amber Dusick
http://crappypictures.com/what-it-is-like-to-not-sleep-at-night-illustrated-with-crappy-pictures/
Whaddya mean you’ve never read her site, go there now, come back here later, I’m pretty boring anyway.
Oh good you’re back now as I was saying for the last four nights in a row though our very nearly three-year old Monkey Boy has fought us over going to bed to the point where one of us is forced to sit with him until he eventually falls asleep. This would not be so bad if he didn’t then repeat the process and awaken his younger brother with vast amounts of wailing and sobbing again at two in the morning.
I don’t know if he has picked up on the impending changes in his life or if he’s just over excited about Christmas or simply over tired. I do know though that these late night thrombies are fraying the nerves of both Mrs BC and I.
We’re at a loss as to what to do, threatening him doesn’t work, the naughty step doesn’t work, removing Scooby Doo doesn’t work, smacking him doesn’t work, ignoring him makes him louder and disturbs his brother even more, begging doesn’t work, shouting doesn’t work, crying doesn’t work, cajoling doesn’t work, I’m out of things to try short of putting my pillow over my head and hoping Mrs BC comes up with a solution but even that doesn’t work because it results in acts of violence being meted upon me.
Any tips for a fractious sleep deprived family gratefully accepted.
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Mr Bunny Chow
I was planning on using these posts purely for comic effect but I have to report on this one and anyway sod it it’s my blog I can do and say what I please.
after last weeks chaos with children’s lurgy induced stay at home dad before I’m supposed to be a stay at home dad the return of the boys to nursery and me to my penultimate Monday in the office was a little rushed this morning and as such I probably didn’t handle or deal with this utterance with as much excitement or deference as I should have done at the time, in fact I think my response to Mrs BC when she pointed it out to me was something along the lines of “that’s nice Dear, but we’re late”. This has weighed rather heavily on my mind all day and I’ve realised that I’m a complete arse and should instead have lavished said child with praise and adoration.
What can I say, I’m a prize arse who’s not much good with mornings, especially mornings when I’m running late.
I hear you cry from the peanut gallery “what was this darn utterance from your progeny?”
I stress again, I’m a total arse, who should be strung up by his short and curlies by the gods of karma.
Todays utterance came from my youngest and was quite simply “Dad”
God I’m a prize arse.
He’s been babbling for some time now and we’ve had plenty of “mamamamama’s” and “dadadadadada’s” but this was quite clearly “Dad”.
I cannot wait until the end of next week when I remove myself from the rat race and can properly dedicate my heart and soul to my dear sweet innocent boys to the extent that they so rightly deserve.
Sometimes we just have to slow down and consider what’s important in life, would it really have mattered if I was two minutes later for work? No not really, I’m the boss anyway and even if my boss who’s not been in today had queried it, what was he going to do, fire me?
Sometimes in life you do things you wouldn’t dream of doing if you thought about them.
I really hate myself today.
What an arse I am.
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Mr Bunny I’m an Arse Chow